<?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-5192544239683125707</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:23:21.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lurhfeeme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-4582234472346898645</id><published>2009-01-17T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:14:54.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED TO LJ ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holdofmyheart.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4582234472346898645?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4582234472346898645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4582234472346898645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4582234472346898645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4582234472346898645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/moved-to-lj-d-holdofmyheart.html' title=''/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-6665143380969109777</id><published>2009-01-15T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:45:33.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hush hush</title><content type='html'>it's twelve plus in the morning&amp; i've got major cramps.&lt;br /&gt;eff, wrong timing or what. feels like my insides are being squeezed,&lt;br /&gt;stretched, twisted&amp; tied into a knot. how am i gonna sleep in this condition? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaaaaakinggg bored&amp; saabiq's currently entertaining me with funny videos&lt;br /&gt;he's watching at youtube. haha! i'm glad i bumped into him at tp open house ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafidz tak answer my call. nehneh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6665143380969109777?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6665143380969109777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6665143380969109777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6665143380969109777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6665143380969109777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/hush-hush.html' title='hush hush'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-8335262291891169543</id><published>2009-01-14T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:20:49.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponponpatapon</title><content type='html'>thanks deedee for introducing the game patapon to me ehhh. heee ^.^&lt;br /&gt;hearing patapon always make me smile. cute uhh! the little one-eyed creatures :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8335262291891169543?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8335262291891169543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8335262291891169543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8335262291891169543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8335262291891169543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/ponponpatapon.html' title='ponponpatapon'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-6317845348009659227</id><published>2009-01-13T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:59:54.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;a little dedication to &lt;b&gt;arifah darling&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;stay strong alright bbygirl.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to hear you're doing alright&amp;amp; i want you to continue&lt;br /&gt;staying strong yeahyeah :D takmoh sedihsedih anymore kay.&lt;br /&gt;he's not worth your tears. &amp;amp;no guy will ever be worth your tears (:&lt;br /&gt;now's the time for you to focus on your studies&amp;amp; i have much&lt;br /&gt;confidence in you. study hard kay&amp;amp; make all of us proud :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keep smiling&amp;amp; enjoy every moment life has got to offer&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll be here if you need anything yeah ;D loves!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6317845348009659227?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6317845348009659227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6317845348009659227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6317845348009659227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6317845348009659227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-dedication-to-arifah-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-2540688281872167483</id><published>2009-01-13T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:02:32.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a better day</title><content type='html'>i have the sweetest of friends i swear (:&lt;br /&gt;and i thank god for their presence every breathing day. hee!&lt;br /&gt;hafidz takmoh takot eh. you're included in the list. cheychey.&lt;br /&gt;confirm you'd kembang&amp; burst when you read this. huahahaha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally submitted my jae choices. nak tau nak tau? i tell ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st- environment design (tp)&lt;br /&gt;2nd- architecture (sp)&lt;br /&gt;3rd- landscape architecture (sp)&lt;br /&gt;4th- product&amp; industrial design (tp)&lt;br /&gt;5th- retail&amp; hospitality design (tp)&lt;br /&gt;6th- visual communication (nanyang)&lt;br /&gt;7th- business&amp; social enterprise (ngee ann)&lt;br /&gt;8th- gerontological management studies (tp)&lt;br /&gt;9th- biomedical sciences (rp)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. made 9 choices only. there's more that i wanted&lt;br /&gt;to apply but my maths (urgh sucks bodoh!) hindered me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i've planned to retake emaths so yeah. if i can't get into my&lt;br /&gt;first choice, i'm gonna appeal for &lt;b&gt;experience&amp; product design&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;sp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after retaking emaths or something. huhu. all planned out already.&lt;br /&gt;i think :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-2540688281872167483?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2540688281872167483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=2540688281872167483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2540688281872167483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2540688281872167483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-day.html' title='a better day'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-6713759100017221294</id><published>2009-01-12T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:21:56.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take time to realise</title><content type='html'>ahh, i'm so done fretting over results.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be content but i'm content enough i didn't fail or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. alhamdulillah (: &lt;i&gt;*cheeeseeeeeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;life's like this&lt;br /&gt;and you fall and you crawl and you break&lt;br /&gt;and you take what you get&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm gonna submit my choices soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6713759100017221294?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6713759100017221294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6713759100017221294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6713759100017221294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6713759100017221294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-time-to-realise.html' title='take time to realise'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-2188467277855820577</id><published>2009-01-09T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:24:27.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment like this</title><content type='html'>see, this is what i hate about updating my blog. after not posting for a longlong&lt;br /&gt;time&amp; finally posted something, i feel like posting some more when it's not even&lt;br /&gt;the next day yet. understand what i'm tryna say? no? okay nevermind -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is late but my new year's resolution?&lt;br /&gt;(as requested by &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; to post it on blog, heheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be a better person each breathing day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one resolution you ask? yepp, only one. sweet&amp; simple. huhu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-2188467277855820577?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2188467277855820577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=2188467277855820577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2188467277855820577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2188467277855820577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment-like-this.html' title='a moment like this'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-4069681012710486688</id><published>2009-01-09T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:41:24.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a boy</title><content type='html'>been long since i last posted. hafidz has been bugging me to update.&lt;br /&gt;said my blog was collecting dust. haha, righttt. ader jer eh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o'level result is coming out on monday. and i swear i'm freaaaakingg&lt;br /&gt;scared to the max (!) i'd panic like shit whenever teringat about result D:&lt;br /&gt;maaan, i'd be happy enough if i were to get below twenty. but i'd be much&lt;br /&gt;happier if i get enough to go into the poly&amp; course i want. &lt;i&gt;oh dear god&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bless me please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my choice of poly is of course temasek poly. &amp;i'd certainly love to take up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dual diploma programme in psychology&amp; early childhood studies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i bet the points needed is 9 or below. but if i were to get that kinda point,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd rather be in jc. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;diploma in environment design&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i'll get to learn architecture&amp; things related to interior design as well.&lt;br /&gt;jadi architect pon okay kan. big money bby ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;diploma in business&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comments on this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of exercising is exhausting enough for me really. tried going up&amp; down&lt;br /&gt;the staircase&amp; i was left gasping for air after only one round of doing that heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pathetic.&lt;/b&gt; haha, tkper. am gonna try again tmr. shall try until i get the momentum,&lt;br /&gt;i don't care :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met fairuz today. jogged for awhile. &amp;after that it was more of walking&amp; talking.&lt;br /&gt;haha. caught up with each other. ahh, i miss that girl :D &amp;many others too. but i'm&lt;br /&gt;not gonna list the names here. ain't gonna be a-i-miss-(insertnameshere)-post today&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe heading to tp open house tomorrow. i want to see hafidz perform. huhu ^.^&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure if i'm gonna stay for jam&amp; hop. gosh, my legs ached for a&lt;br /&gt;few days after going to the previous jam&amp; hop. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else to say. aha. kay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4069681012710486688?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4069681012710486688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4069681012710486688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4069681012710486688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4069681012710486688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-boy.html' title='like a boy'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1401057989972075958</id><published>2008-12-30T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:25:10.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look back now</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;thought it wouldn't deteriorate this much.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1401057989972075958?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1401057989972075958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1401057989972075958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1401057989972075958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1401057989972075958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-back-now.html' title='look back now'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-7945839523571645711</id><published>2008-12-24T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:26:15.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i say to myself, what a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>yaye! i'm leaving for malaysia tonight (:&lt;br /&gt;been long since i last crossed the border really.&lt;br /&gt;bubblegums&amp; food&amp; shopping here i come! haha ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't miss me too much people. i'll be back by monday (: &lt;i&gt;insya'allah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything beep yeah. i have roaming, huhuuuu ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7945839523571645711?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7945839523571645711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7945839523571645711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7945839523571645711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7945839523571645711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-say-to-myself-what-wonderful-world.html' title='so i say to myself, what a wonderful world'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-4956281799501297801</id><published>2008-12-22T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:33:47.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here departed</title><content type='html'>there's so many IT gadgets i wanna get a hold on. but these are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SU-iCTBCCcI/AAAAAAAAAes/1ph6FwARZ6w/s1600-h/IMG-1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SU-iCTBCCcI/AAAAAAAAAes/1ph6FwARZ6w/s320/IMG-1570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282619048276920770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's hafidz with his camera, &lt;b&gt;nikon dx60&lt;/b&gt;. i want i want i want!&lt;br /&gt;was talking to him about it&amp; he almost made my heart jump when he said&lt;br /&gt;he can get (insert that type of camera's name i forgot) for me. i was about&lt;br /&gt;to go all,&lt;i&gt;"AHHHHHH. ARE YOU FOR REALLLLLLLLL?!"&lt;/i&gt; when he brought me&lt;br /&gt;back down to earth&amp; told me that he didn't mean it literally. -.-&lt;br /&gt;oh hopeless dreams, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;here's a choice of two phones that i certaily would love to get;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techfresh.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/lg-ks360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.techfresh.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/lg-ks360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;LG KS 360 baybeh ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SU-jseJwD4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/eFXCV52-ZAg/s1600-h/Samsung+Pixon+8MP+Camera+Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SU-jseJwD4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/eFXCV52-ZAg/s320/Samsung+Pixon+8MP+Camera+Phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282620872332414850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Samsung Pixon with 8 megapixels camera ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want? i want them too! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4956281799501297801?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4956281799501297801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4956281799501297801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4956281799501297801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4956281799501297801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-so-many-it-gadgets-i-wanna-get.html' title='right here departed'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SU-iCTBCCcI/AAAAAAAAAes/1ph6FwARZ6w/s72-c/IMG-1570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-4807841686715564266</id><published>2008-12-22T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:29:19.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it again for me</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna blog about yesterday cause i didn't get to blog about it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;as i had a terrible flu&amp; after taking my medicine, i soon fell into a deep deep&lt;br /&gt;sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. did nothing much yesterday. watched tv till afternoon when dad&lt;br /&gt;suggested to go to giant. was lazy to follow at first but alright. beats staying&lt;br /&gt;at home&amp; turning into a couch potato. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't plan to buy much stuffs there but we ended up buying quite a lot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so typical (x dad wanted to buy steak so he could barbecue it at home yeahyeah.&lt;br /&gt;sister&amp; i restock on junk food (pfft, &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;) but before you go all,&lt;i&gt;"gosh farina.&lt;br /&gt;pig muchhhhh?"&lt;/i&gt; i bought healthy stuffs too okaaaayy. like my beloved HL milk ;D&lt;br /&gt;low in fat baybeh. huhuuuu ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that headed to ws. was so unplanned but we did do some shopping :D :D&lt;br /&gt;ini part aku suka banget. heee. then waited for haziq to fetch him home as well.&lt;br /&gt;he went to town with his friends to buy his whatever, hypnotic bag he calls it -.-&lt;br /&gt;more like you can go blind after seeing his bag. HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home nearing to ten. quickly consumed my medicine. &amp;i slept before&lt;br /&gt;getting to eat the steak ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4807841686715564266?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4807841686715564266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4807841686715564266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4807841686715564266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4807841686715564266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-gonna-blog-about-yesterday-cause-i.html' title='say it again for me'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-528490666524010727</id><published>2008-12-20T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:33:37.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a pocketful of sunshine</title><content type='html'>headed over to mak busu's house again today. was suppose to go there&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, like around eight with uddin&amp;amp; sufi but we all woke&lt;br /&gt;up late. haha. okay no, all of us were actually awake by eight but we waited&lt;br /&gt;for one another to give a sign on whether we were still gonna leave that&lt;br /&gt;early&amp;amp; thus, ended up sleeping while waiting. stupid ahh. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uddin&amp;amp; sufi overnight at my place yesterday. played some new games with&lt;br /&gt;the uno card. &lt;b&gt;FISHBALLZZZ&lt;/b&gt;, i didn't get to win any of the games we played.&lt;br /&gt;irritating bodoh. &amp;amp;they were all like,&lt;i&gt;"alamak. ina tak menang langsung eh.&lt;br /&gt;ingatkan this round menang but kalah again. HAHAHA.&lt;/i&gt;" -.- whatever ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;i gave chance ah babe. that's why. HUHUUUU ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. back to today. intended to leave early cause they were suppose&lt;br /&gt;to have a street soccer match with uddin's friends at nine. but in the end&lt;br /&gt;tak menjadi ah. haha. went over to mak busu's place in the afternoon instead.&lt;br /&gt;practiced playing the guitar :D :D okay uh, getting a bit better. but heh, i'm still&lt;br /&gt;at the basic-est of the basic. so bleargh :p :p then in the evening uddin made&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate. i still feel fat after some time of drinking it. yes, still feeling fat&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment D: &lt;i&gt;gahha&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 7 plus mak busu called&amp;amp; told us to get ready cause we're going to&lt;br /&gt;the forum perdana thingy at expo. we tried to come up with excuses at first&lt;br /&gt;so that we don't have to go. but too bad, tak work uh. heh. &amp;amp;believe me, the&lt;br /&gt;excuses we came up with a bit ridiculous uh. okay tak, banyak nyer ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;haha! so in the end we went except for uddin cause he's going over to his&lt;br /&gt;nenek's house. kay tkper. lain kali eh uddin ehhhhhhh. MUAHAHAHAHA ;p ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for not really paying attention when the forum was going on D:&lt;br /&gt;was busy talking&amp;amp; eating with farah. we were freaking hungry i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;cause the last time we ate was around 12 noon. how to tahan maaaann.&lt;br /&gt;we're growing. we need food to help us develop. haha! &lt;i&gt;yeah rightttt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some people i know at expo. like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NADIA LOVEEEE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ;D ;D didn't recognise&lt;br /&gt;her in the first place. i was like,&lt;i&gt;"huh makcik maner sia nie wavewave kat aku?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after looking again, i realised it was her&amp;amp; started to go &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AHH OHMYGOD~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(!)&lt;br /&gt;i miss that woman a hell lot i swear! &amp;amp;i have to agree with her, terserempak-ing&lt;br /&gt;with each other made us recall how much we miss the times we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;the np crew&amp;amp; all (: ahh, sedihhhhh. we so have to go for an outing pronto kay!&lt;br /&gt;i saw my ustazah too, after so long of not going to madrasah. HEHEHHHH (x&lt;br /&gt;i do miss her a lot jugak! very the semangat when she ajar ya'know ya'know.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw amira emran, my primary schoolmate. i didn't realise it was her till&lt;br /&gt;i randomly turned around&amp;amp; was like,"amira eh?" hahaha. &amp;amp;etc la. tak kan nak&lt;br /&gt;list all the people i saw kaaaann. OH, i didn't get to see aqilah but my brother&lt;br /&gt;said he saw you! :D :D alamak, wasted uh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm at home. &amp;amp;it's nearing to two already. i'm tired&amp;amp; i wanna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;kinda just got off the phone with hafidz. i must admit, today ended nicely for&lt;br /&gt;me (: alalala farina happy ehhhh. reading hafidz's blog (which is suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;quite private&amp;amp; personal btw, haha) made me have a few hearty laughs before&lt;br /&gt;going to bed. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yaye, i enjoyed today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-528490666524010727?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/528490666524010727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=528490666524010727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/528490666524010727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/528490666524010727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/headed-over-to-mak-busus-house-again.html' title='i&apos;ve got a pocketful of sunshine'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-6917431090689186392</id><published>2008-12-18T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:08:53.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget about the reasons why you can't in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i want to go to my aunt's place in johor soon&lt;/b&gt; (!)&lt;br /&gt;i heard they have three lil kittens there. i want to cuddle them pleaseee :D :D&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah i do love them super cute lil kittens. HUHUUUUU ^.^&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i miss the food there too! nasi paprik i love banyakbanyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GAGA~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to play sims two ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6917431090689186392?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6917431090689186392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6917431090689186392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6917431090689186392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6917431090689186392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/forget-about-reasons.html' title='forget about the reasons why you can&apos;t in life'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-725064278195059126</id><published>2008-12-16T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:08:28.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not here but it's okay</title><content type='html'>yeahyeah :D :D another job recommendation baybehhh.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to keep thinking positive. remember farina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"when one door closes, many others open up"&lt;/b&gt; ;D huhuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;but this doesn't mean i'm okay yet. i'll just get really irritated&lt;br /&gt;when i recall about it. urgh okay whatever :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farhan just tried to prank call me just now.&lt;br /&gt;irritating or whaaaaattt. haha. i was 3/4 done with my dinner&lt;br /&gt;when he called. due to cancelling my caller id few months back,&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the number thus will never know who called&amp; whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello?&lt;br /&gt;farhan: nie farina kan?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh yeah. saper nie?&lt;br /&gt;farhan: tak kan tak kenal.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? &lt;i&gt;*laughs.&lt;/i&gt; hafidz eh?&lt;br /&gt;farhan: huh? saper?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;i&gt;*oh shoot. hafidz kan kat melaka. bodohnyer aku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah kay tkper. salah orang. saper nieeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;farhan: i nak kenal2 boleh tak? i nampak your number kat dalam bus&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah rightt. macam paham. eh siaper la? tak nak bilang tkper. kay bye!&lt;br /&gt;farhan: eh wait wait wait. jangan cam ginie la.&lt;br /&gt;me: ah kay. mepek tak layan. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight after i hung up, he called again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farhan: tau tak nie saper?&lt;br /&gt;me: tak tau la. kay byeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;farhan: &lt;i&gt;*laughs.&lt;/i&gt; nie farhan la.&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;i&gt;*practically screams over phone.&lt;/i&gt; FARHAAAAAAAANNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;irritating nyerrrrr! &lt;i&gt;*laughs.&lt;/i&gt; i thought who la. cause you sound different.&lt;br /&gt;farhan: yeah i know. cuter kan?&lt;br /&gt;me: EEW NO. &lt;i&gt;*laughs.&lt;/i&gt; kay, what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;blablabla. haha. idk why i typed the convo here.&lt;br /&gt;kay tkper. world, meet the irritating farhan who tried to prank&lt;br /&gt;call me when i'm 3/4 done with dinner. HUHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-725064278195059126?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/725064278195059126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=725064278195059126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/725064278195059126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/725064278195059126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-not-here-but-its-okay.html' title='you&apos;re not here but it&apos;s okay'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5463029147483499042</id><published>2008-12-14T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:38:14.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just tryna breathe</title><content type='html'>my whole house is smoky from the barbecue. no, it's not the charcoal-&lt;br /&gt;barbecue-kinda thingy you see at the park. we're using an electric barbecue-er ;D&lt;br /&gt;haha. long story cut short, the food ends up barbecued okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently waiting for syahirah&amp; my sister to return home with ice-cream :D :D huhu.&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna make our own banana split later on. i've ate a lot but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;there's always space for desert eyy (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be following them to the gym tomorrow, idk yet. kinda malas to go.&lt;br /&gt;but at this rate, i so need a lot a lot a lot of gym sessions. haha. damn laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the reasons why i'd much rather be working outside than stay at&lt;br /&gt;home. it'd turn me into a potato couch who'd do nothing but eat, drink, watch&lt;br /&gt;tv/dvd&amp; rot plus decompose at home. yes, sad&amp; depressing life. i know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, &lt;i&gt;somebody save me&lt;/i&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5463029147483499042?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5463029147483499042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5463029147483499042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5463029147483499042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5463029147483499042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-said-we-had-each-other.html' title='i&apos;m just tryna breathe'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-6560555560378471844</id><published>2008-12-13T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:57:33.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go on and leave</title><content type='html'>my past few days suck to the core like it has never sucked before. &lt;i&gt;RRRR&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if that doesn't even make sense. the point is, it sucks to the maxxx(!)&lt;br /&gt;i hope it doesn't cross your mind that i'm a-okay cause i ain't. i'm not holding&lt;br /&gt;grudges mind you. i'm just not okay over it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand&amp;amp; get this, you'll never understand. so screw that. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;idk why i'm turning this way. maybe it's the raging hormones (don't give me that&lt;br /&gt;look. i'm just saying, tsk) or maybe it's just this phase of life i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, whenever this issue comes up, you'll go yadaayadaa-ing&lt;br /&gt;bout the same stuffs over&amp;amp; over again. i know okay. you so don't have to tell me&lt;br /&gt;something i already know. it's just a momentary thing. the least you could do is&lt;br /&gt;try to understand. but apparently you don't. &lt;b&gt;eff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, now i have to look for a new job. my cousin's aunt's friend's friend&lt;br /&gt;(haha, go figure) will hopefully recommend us. if we do get the job, then it'll&lt;br /&gt;be at secret recipe at an outlet which is so not near from where i'm staying but&lt;br /&gt;it's okay (: huhu. &amp;amp;kak fizah will get back to us by the end of dec as well for&lt;br /&gt;the telemarketing job. not bad ah. 6.25/hour. &lt;b&gt;i want i want i want!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit my eat-a-lot-like-nobody's-business eating habit is coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;irritating maaaann. and i've just restocked my junk food -.-  so not helping&lt;br /&gt;la. bodohzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting deedee&amp;amp; geegee loveeeee tomorrow for lunch :D :D but idk if i can&lt;br /&gt;make it uh ): dad's gonna barbecue outside the house. cool or whaaaaatt. haha!&lt;br /&gt;plus my cousin's staying over at my place. so i may not be able to leave the&lt;br /&gt;house. if can't then sorry ehhh. LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;on a lighter note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time with lovely cousins can chase&lt;br /&gt;the dark clouds away anytime, anyday. betol tak bedek ;D ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at mak busu's house when i was still feeling extremely gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;(cheybaaa extremely perrr. haha!) headed to tamp mall one of the nights&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;bought coffee bean's cheesecake while my cousins bought their belgian chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;some puffs from delifrance. that was our supper, mind you. rabak or whaaatt.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. nak tambah the fats that's already more than enough on us. huhu ;p&lt;br /&gt;on another night, syahirah&amp;amp; i had our own guitar practice at around one in the&lt;br /&gt;morning till nearing to three. before you jump to conclusions, we played softly&lt;br /&gt;kaaay. kitorang considerate ehhhh. HEEEE ^.^ i so so so want to learn how to&lt;br /&gt;play the guitar la. knowing the basic-est of the basic only not fun uhhh. HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks syahirah&amp;amp; farah dearest for the splendid time together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sayaaaaaangg korang dua banyakbanyak!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6560555560378471844?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6560555560378471844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6560555560378471844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6560555560378471844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8331509885822884409</id><published>2008-12-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:42:20.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one last moment with you</title><content type='html'>yaye farewell night today! yaye as in all of us will get to gather for at least&lt;br /&gt;one last time (: one last good time together before we go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;sedih kan. yeah i know. must keep in contact okay! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft daeng's in malaysia now. will only be back on sunday. thanks eh for calling&lt;br /&gt;up to tell me last minute-ly. you'll be missed (: haha, i bet you'll flutter if&lt;br /&gt;you're to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, it's raining quite heavily at the moment. okay scratch that. it's just started&lt;br /&gt;to rain freaking heavily. &amp;i hafta meet dee like super soon but i've not even&lt;br /&gt;showered yet. heeee. okay bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8331509885822884409?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8331509885822884409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8331509885822884409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8331509885822884409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8331509885822884409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-last-moment-with-you.html' title='one last moment with you'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1922073594147007133</id><published>2008-12-02T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:00:43.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>took a trip and left your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thanks for the invite daeng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;D ;D&lt;/center&gt;although it was so last minute and certainly awkward to be there with&lt;br /&gt;his friends, i did enjoy myself at the pit (: so yeahhh. thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't gonna update bout the pit cause i'm lazy and i hafta go off soon.&lt;br /&gt;till next time then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;i can't explain this feeling, i think about it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;eventhough we've moved on, it gets so hard to walk away&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1922073594147007133?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1922073594147007133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1922073594147007133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1922073594147007133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://media.imeem.com/v/JqBZGpIAmD/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVEEEEEEE CRAIG DAVID ;D ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHRIS BROWN&lt;/b&gt; TOO! andand &lt;b&gt;RYAN SHECKLER&lt;/b&gt;. plus &lt;b&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and manymany lagi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft, i know edward cullen's a fictional character but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;a girl can dream can't she? heeeeeeeeee &lt;i&gt;*MELTSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently addicted to the song posted above :D&lt;br /&gt;idk why eh. but the beat's catchy and whatnot. easily gets stuck in your head.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not yours but mine. huhu. play it on repeat bbyyyyyy (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;she asked,"why do you choose to remain this way?"&lt;br /&gt;i replied,"cause i'd rather keep him close as a friend than to lose it all again"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-3845345741828429661?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3845345741828429661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=3845345741828429661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3845345741828429661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3845345741828429661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SS5Jls83FOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KCU43PJNc88/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273233125767845090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SS5Jla8SY1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/VCOV7J3Cbko/s1600-h/26112008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SS5Jla8SY1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/VCOV7J3Cbko/s320/26112008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273233120933602130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's job hunting ;D the escalator was so freaking slowwww, we managed&lt;br /&gt;to snap seven pictures on our way down, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i know it's never worth talking about it. but you just had to start on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK! you'll never understand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1783306523866707780?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1783306523866707780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1783306523866707780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1783306523866707780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1783306523866707780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SS5Jls83FOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KCU43PJNc88/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8161204746637875713</id><published>2008-11-25T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:53:28.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something about the way the stars align tonight</title><content type='html'>was suppose to go job hunting with deedee today but the both of us were unwell.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so we're gonna go tomorrow instead :D cepat la dapat kerja, RRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met daeng yesterday night. caught up with each other's life and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice, being able to talk to him like old times back again (: cause he's always&lt;br /&gt;able to make me laugh no matter how horrible i feel. although his way of cheering&lt;br /&gt;me up is irritating like crap pfft, i wanna say thanks for being there for me the&lt;br /&gt;other time. it's much appreciated really (: i'm forever grateful to have known you&lt;br /&gt;in my life. betol tak bedek ;D and oh, i know this sounds retarded but i laughed to&lt;br /&gt;myself whenever i recall your buruk to the max laughter yesterday. so unexpected&lt;br /&gt;laaaa. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8161204746637875713?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SSpKUDvbRCI/AAAAAAAAAac/81Y1tEhKbPo/s1600-h/DSC01301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SSpKUDvbRCI/AAAAAAAAAac/81Y1tEhKbPo/s320/DSC01301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272108022252651554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SSpKT3F8ivI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XBXVQrl3sVg/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SSpKT3F8ivI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XBXVQrl3sVg/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272108018857446130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SSpKTkopstI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7ohXw21HxnQ/s1600-h/DSC01286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SSpKTkopstI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7ohXw21HxnQ/s320/DSC01286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272108013902738130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally managed to cycle to pasir ris park with fairuz today :D&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, there weren't many people there. thought it'd be more pack.&lt;br /&gt;aha, but anyway. the weather was nice to cycle. it was windy and all (:&lt;br /&gt;best per, cycle abeh rambut brushed by the wind. hahaha feeling model la gitu.&lt;br /&gt;feelingfeeling jer eh. tak lebih tak sikit (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;have fun at prom geegeeku ;D&lt;/b&gt; myrah too! and all the others going for it.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully worth the 70 bucks eh, insya'allah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-67358337288583485?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/67358337288583485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=67358337288583485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/67358337288583485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/67358337288583485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-managed-to-cycle-to-pasir-ris.html' title='stronger than ever 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buruk-ly as i want and you ain't gonna have a say on that (x muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syahirah and family have returned safely to singapore, alhamdulillah&amp; yaye :D&lt;br /&gt;they bought a lot of chocolate and i swear i gained some weight when i stayed&lt;br /&gt;over at their house. been eating chocolate non-stop la, haha. i'd be complaining&lt;br /&gt;bout the weight i'd put on while still shoving the chocolate into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;takper, sekali sekala eh syahirah eh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentas was enjoyable, especially the girls dikir barat part. hillarious, in fact (:&lt;br /&gt;thought the starting was quite boring cause i didn't really know what the story&lt;br /&gt;was about but overall, it was nice (: worth the 6 bucks. one dollar extra tu&lt;br /&gt;asal eh hafidz? GST eh? haha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still looking for a job and it sucks cause i'm tired and i wanna give up but&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be grumpy and penniless over the long but not that long break D:&lt;br /&gt;cepaaaaattt. saper nak recommend kerja? :D :D i'll promise to love you a little&lt;br /&gt;bit more, HEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYE cycling with fairuz love tomorrow :D finally ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, linked and relinked people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sooner than it seems, life turns around&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i will be strong even if it all goes wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5610152289352455965?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SSWmiVdP5qI/AAAAAAAAAYk/NUVYxE0n-fA/s320/19112008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270802047712618146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPRAWKS = GREAT FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to get some more pictures so if you want to see more,&lt;br /&gt;drop by tiara's blog yeah (: and i'm too lazy to update on the whole&lt;br /&gt;thing too, so i'll let the pictures do the talking instead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1955988148375594696?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1955988148375594696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-4844981861633273780</id><published>2008-11-17T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:13:20.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all get better in time</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to forget about everything that ever happened between us.&lt;br /&gt;let it all just be a part of my memory, a past that i would never look back to.&lt;br /&gt;i want to focus on the future and live life blissfully. no more tears to shed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving on and so over it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks people who were there to help me pick myself up again. it hurts to let&lt;br /&gt;go i know, but if that's the best thing for me to do then by all means i'll let go&lt;br /&gt;(: i don't want to hang on to something that will only give me pain and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;this will be the only post where i'll talk about the pain i'm feeling. no more&lt;br /&gt;sad posts after this okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks cause all you ever know is to say "i'm sorry", too much till it has&lt;br /&gt;no effect on me anymore. sure, when you've done something you feel bad about,&lt;br /&gt;that's the only thing you can think of to say. but sorry doesn't make things&lt;br /&gt;any better. it won't change anything. but whatever, it happened already.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to say. it's solely my fault to have trusted and fall again.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay. i shall learn from this and be stronger and wiser in the future&lt;br /&gt;(: a blessing in disguise for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks too cause i had always been there for you. you know i had. i was there&lt;br /&gt;when you needed support and all. but it's alright. i did it with sincerity. i'm&lt;br /&gt;not asking for anything in return (: i wish you well in life. god bless (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll hurt but it'll all get better in time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafidz, thank you once again. i know you must have gotten tired of listening&lt;br /&gt;to me cry like shit over the phone. haha. but thanks for being there like most&lt;br /&gt;of the time (: i'm here for you too kay. we've got each other to pull through&lt;br /&gt;any obstacles in the future yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4844981861633273780?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4844981861633273780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4844981861633273780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4844981861633273780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4844981861633273780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-get-better-in-time.html' title='all get better in time'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-2085481955269449871</id><published>2008-11-16T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:52:47.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still right here, where'd you go?</title><content type='html'>life's been pretty much going down the drain after o's :/&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to see the joy of life after o's. something good happen please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from dee's house. overnight at her place yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;i ain't gonna give a full detail bout whatever stuffs we did, but anywaaaayyy.&lt;br /&gt;after such a long (okay maybe not so long) time of not meeting them, we finally&lt;br /&gt;had the time to spend time together. we talk a lot, bout the past, present and&lt;br /&gt;whatnot necessary. it feels good, to be able to talk bout your life to your gfs&lt;br /&gt;ya'know? and no matter how freaking low you feel, they can always make you&lt;br /&gt;feel better. like as if you didn't even have any problems in the beginning (:&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i love you two to death i swear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks aqilah&amp; sandra for making me feel better as well (: a kental day-out&lt;br /&gt;with you two can make me forget bout all the problems i had. don't worry yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be alright (: farina kan strong. haha :D sayaaangg kamu dua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks hafidz for the listening ear too! :D we're kinda in the same boat but&lt;br /&gt;it's alright. we'll get through this yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;look around, do you feel something's missing? i'm the one you promised&lt;br /&gt;you would love but you got ahead so far away while i'm holding on, please&lt;br /&gt;turn around. i see you but i don't feel you. can't get your attention to save&lt;br /&gt;my love. look back and see me now. don't let me down. please turn around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-2085481955269449871?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2085481955269449871/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-1603484495455435085</id><published>2008-11-12T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:43:31.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>run bby run, don't ever look back</title><content type='html'>today marks the end of o's bbyyyyyy! :D :D to those yang dah end days before,&lt;br /&gt;whatever ehhhhhhh. huhu. i'm freaking excited to look forward to life after o's&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time nervous cause i don't know what to expect. hah okay takper.&lt;br /&gt;it's suppose to be a happy occassion right? RIGHT? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syahirah ku telah terbang ke paris. idk why but i just feel like calling her up&lt;br /&gt;and cry over the phone or something. there's something i want to let out but&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what :/ cepat pulang iyaaa. i think you're still in the airplane&lt;br /&gt;btw. THIRTEEN HOURS journey seyyy. haha. have a safe flight to&amp; fro alright (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss you already, dearest dearest cousin of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, gotta get ready to job hunt with aqilah&amp; sandra. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1603484495455435085?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1603484495455435085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1603484495455435085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1603484495455435085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1603484495455435085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/11/run-bby-run-dont-ever-look-back.html' title='run bby run, don&apos;t ever look back'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-8240968814795656509</id><published>2008-11-11T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:56:48.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last thing i needed to hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3V_WAvshAg4&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/3V_WAvshAg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i don't want to have a hearty laugh anymore cause it'll cause some upsetting&lt;br /&gt;thing to occur. damn it, tak sukaaaaaa D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaayy, one paper left to goooo! ahh, freaking ecstatic. i'm so happy i can&lt;br /&gt;jump on the bed and prolly break it or something. haha, serious tak bedek (x&lt;br /&gt;but irritating uh, we the bio students end our paper later than those non-bio&lt;br /&gt;students. whatever ehhhhhhhhh. kita slow&amp; steady wins the race uhh. HUHU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noo. syahirah darling and family leaving for PARIS tmr. i'm gonna miss them&lt;br /&gt;a hell lot i swearr. and who will i go crying on the phone to if syahirah's not&lt;br /&gt;hereee? ala, hide me in the luggage or something uhh. saya tak mind, betol! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;HEEE! have fun ya'll (: and like i've said, i want you to bring me back eiffel tower.&lt;br /&gt;i don't accept imitations. i want the real thaaaannggg, bby! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8240968814795656509?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8240968814795656509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-4444227437401708359</id><published>2008-11-10T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:40:39.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could take a step back</title><content type='html'>daaang, i hafta study for tmr's paper after such a long period of not studying.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay farina, it's okay (: two more papers&amp; you're done with o's bby! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i kinda forgot how to study. hahaha. it's okay, shall put my TYS to good use.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna study with the tv switched on, i don't care ;p ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk why. but my stomach/diaphragm/chest hurts when i try to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;oh well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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back'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-8415245123871580690</id><published>2008-11-09T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:46:30.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;When you break her heart - [ the pain NEVER really goes away ]&lt;br /&gt;When she misses you - [ she's hurting inside ]&lt;br /&gt;When she says its over - [ she STILL wants you to be hers ]&lt;br /&gt;When she re-posts this bulletin - [ she wants you to read it ]&lt;br /&gt;When she walks away from you mad - [ Follow her]&lt;br /&gt;When she stare's at your mouth - [ Kiss her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hit's you - [ Grab her and don’t let go ]&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you - [ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you - [ Give her your attention]&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away - [ Pull her back ]&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst - [ Tell her she's beautiful ]&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying - [Just hold her and don’t say a word ]&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking - [ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared - [ Protect her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she lays her head on your shoulder - [ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hat - [ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you - [ Tease her back and make her laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time - [ reassure her that everything is okay ]&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt - [ Back yourself up with the TRUTH]&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you - [ she really does more than you could understand ]&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands - [ Hold hers and play with her fingers ]&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you - [ bump into her back and make her laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret - [ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes - [ don’t look away until she does ]&lt;br /&gt;Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;DON'T let her have the last word&lt;br /&gt;DON'T call her hot, but gorgeous or beautiful is soo much better&lt;br /&gt;Say you love her more than she could ever love you&lt;br /&gt;Argue that she is the best girl ever&lt;br /&gt;When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;When she says she's OK don’t believe it, talk with her&lt;br /&gt;because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Treat her like she's all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;Tease her and let her tease you back&lt;br /&gt;Stay up all night with her when she's sick&lt;br /&gt;Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid&lt;br /&gt;Give her the world&lt;br /&gt;Let her wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;Let her know she's important&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha, saw this posted at friendster's bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;only happens in fairytales don't you think so? ahh, fairytales. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, headed to my aunt's place for my cousin's surprise birthday party&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. bet she had the shock of her life. hahaha. can't help but laugh&lt;br /&gt;at her reaction when she opened the door and we all went "SURPRISEEEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;haha! funny funny :D :D and i love the cake btwwwww. the white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;were to die for. sedap bangeeeeett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn, i felt freaking fat when i got home. complained to deedee about it.&lt;br /&gt;i kept on eating and eating and eating laaaaa. like c'mon, the food were all&lt;br /&gt;right smack in front of your face. what else would you do? get my dilema?&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, yess. tight situation to be in kaaaan. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaay, i'll post the peekchas once i get them for syahirah darling and&lt;br /&gt;if i feel like posting them. heee. alright. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8415245123871580690?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-5914745339688982500</id><published>2008-11-07T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:07:26.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let go of yesterday</title><content type='html'>[edit]&lt;br /&gt;although you woke me up from my sleep at two in the morning (thank you very much for that, not heh) just to tell me that, i'm happy you've finally decided to let go of everything that happened between us in the past (: and you know you're happily attach to her despite the stuffs you complained to me about. so do treat her well and do take very good care of her alright. i don't want you to make the same mistake like the one you did in the past. repeat the same mistake and i'll chop your head off or something. &lt;i&gt;chey, macam understand jer&lt;/i&gt; haha. but anywaaay, i wish you well in your life. god bless (:&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5914745339688982500?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5914745339688982500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5914745339688982500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5914745339688982500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5914745339688982500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-im-two-seconds-out-door.html' title='let go of yesterday'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5211094719760091687</id><published>2008-11-06T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:09:12.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby take my hand&amp; we can fly away to somewhere new</title><content type='html'>ahh, been long since i last spent time together with dearest cousins.&lt;br /&gt;although today was so not a planned outing kinda thing, we four gathered at&lt;br /&gt;mak busu's house. uddin and sufi used the computer and played god-knows-what-&lt;br /&gt;online-game (pfft boys) while syahirah and me used the laptop and listened&lt;br /&gt;to oldschool songs when syahirah should be studying for her lit paper tmr laa.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the evening syahirah and yours truly helped farah to get ready for her&lt;br /&gt;grad night. pretty i tell youuuuu. but whatever ah she. tak nak give us the credit&lt;br /&gt;when her kawans all complimented her. bukan nak promote us both or smthg ke.&lt;br /&gt;who knows if we can open up an agency for this kinda stuff keeeeee. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;(x ahh, if only ehhh. *sighssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent farah to meet her kawans somewhere near their school. chey, like bodyguards perrrr. hahaha. after that headed for dinner. we first sat at the kopitiam place cause syahirah doesn't really like fast-food. but later we moved to kfc, don't ask me why. then we moved back to kopitiam. it was freaking irritating cause our stomachs were already growling but that woman eh, tak boleh come to a decision. nak makan pun susah, aiyoooo. macam nak ketuk jer kepala dier ngan kerusi tau. whoy, violent tuu. hahahaha. then lepas makan, we still bought like 6 donuts although sorang2 dah rasa kenyang sekenyang nyer. haha. but sedap okay the donut. donut empire tauuu. HEEEE :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then damdidamdidam. and i'm now at home. insya'allah going jogging with deedee&lt;br /&gt;and her cousin and her cousin's dad tmr. haha. cute kaaaan. alright then.&lt;br /&gt;till next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5211094719760091687?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5211094719760091687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5211094719760091687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5211094719760091687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5211094719760091687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-take-my-hand-we-can-fly-away-to.html' title='baby take my hand&amp; we can fly away to somewhere new'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-8528798098339648426</id><published>2008-11-05T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:08:00.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way that i love</title><content type='html'>i don't really intend to reopen blog till after o's but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like o's over anyway. haha, daaang. it's not suppose to be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to have all the fun i want before the release of results cause i know&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be freaking depressed after that and would not want to go out or any of&lt;br /&gt;that sort even if you were to come to my house and drag me out off bed. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa okay. that's a long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. where should i start eh. so much has been going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too lazy to update you with it. i dont think you'd even care kaaan.&lt;br /&gt;*raises eyebrows up and down. haha. so i'm just gonna update about whatever that needs to be updated alright. go with the flow ya'know ya'know ya'know.&lt;br /&gt;*poke poke. HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would update bout yesterday's job hunting but i think i've typed enough.&lt;br /&gt;alright then. till next time ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8528798098339648426?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8528798098339648426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8528798098339648426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8528798098339648426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8528798098339648426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-really-intend-to-reopen-blog.html' title='the way that i love'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-676450692628143778</id><published>2008-07-05T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:37:54.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm with you i'll make every second counts</title><content type='html'>HEY WORLD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna reopen blog soon. *applauds&lt;br /&gt;heee, patience people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-676450692628143778?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/676450692628143778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=676450692628143778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/676450692628143778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/676450692628143778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-im-with-you-ill-make-every-second.html' title='when i&apos;m with you i&apos;ll make every second counts'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-7704769507056935030</id><published>2008-06-13T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:09:27.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her heart is obliteratedhe's trying to travel through</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an update to tell that i'll be going on hiatus for a veryveryvery long time. so pardon the not-updating-thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaaaaaayyy. hmm let's see. what's there to update about. okay, met up with asyraf today to complete homework. (gee and dee will so scream their lungs out after reading this kan kan kaaaaaan haha) he did his malay homework which he took ages to complete btw. can sleep and sempat mimpi sia when waiting for him. i did my english homework which took lesser time than his. HAH who's the proooo. chey macam paham~ haha. and asyraf is super irritating, no kid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what elseeeeee. yeah okay. i'll be off to my aunt's house in malaysia this sunday night till next friday/thursday. and i've promised sean i'll follow him to his gf's school concert friday night if i've return to spore by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aper lagi ehh. oh my cousin is nikah-ing tmr. then the wedding is this sunday. so it'll be a busybusy day tomorrow and tomorrowtomorrow. heh. kener jadi kendarat ah. irritating seyy. like, i dont mind when tak ramai orang. but when ramai orang dah datang, like so leceh laaa to give out the berkat and whatnot D: tssssskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i'm done updating. CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7704769507056935030?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7704769507056935030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7704769507056935030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7704769507056935030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7704769507056935030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/06/her-heart-is-obliterated-hes-trying-to.html' title='her heart is obliterated&lt;br&gt;he&apos;s trying to travel through'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5652526293026434527</id><published>2008-05-31T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:16:38.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the flowers are faded nowalong with all your letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SEELe_M4mOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bkZXZh9dGLQ/s1600-h/happy+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SEELe_M4mOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bkZXZh9dGLQ/s320/happy+bunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206455271206459618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;refer to the bunny pictures.&lt;/b&gt; isn't this life? you'll see people smiling at you and acting nicely towards you and all. but the only thing going on in their head is,"&lt;b&gt;i hate you. please kindly drop dead and die.&lt;/b&gt;" HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menifest, a permentasan put up by tpjc people was niceeeeeee. and i surely enjoyed myself yaye. i loveeloveeeeeee the dikir barat(s) performance the most! :D :D haha. i would so want to go to the next permentasan held by tpjc ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i crashed at syahirah's house. eh no. her parent's house. cause i'll be too lazy to wait for a bus when it's late at night. wanted to ask papa to pick me up but guess he'd be too tired after work. see, i'm a good daughter. haha, &lt;i&gt;riiiiiigggghtt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYE tomorrow's sephia darling's bday party! but it's all the way at woodlands maaaaann. hah it's okaaay. as long as i get to see my darling-est niece! WHOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired. CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5652526293026434527?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5652526293026434527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5652526293026434527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5652526293026434527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5652526293026434527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/flowers-are-faded-now-along-with-all.html' title='the flowers are faded now&lt;br&gt;along with all your letters'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SEELe_M4mOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bkZXZh9dGLQ/s72-c/happy+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-289781568722033799</id><published>2008-05-26T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:12:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if anything should happen i guess i wish you wella little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDq1dJq-WhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZgNUcm4T-sM/s1600-h/bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDq1dJq-WhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZgNUcm4T-sM/s320/bliss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204671831797029394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheeeeww. &lt;b&gt;*BREATHES IN DEEPLY AS A SIGN OF RELIEF.&lt;/b&gt; malay o'level is finally over and done with. and i still do shiver whenever i think of the paper, no kid. D: to sum it all up, the papers were okay. didn't have enough time to complete my essay so i had to cut it short. hope the ending's not that abrupt and all. and i didn't get to include much frasa berbunga as well. depressing ): kefahaman for paper two was okay but i wasn't sure of my answers. like, i think i've written down the points but i don't know if i've written enough or otherwise. and the answers for the questions are sort of alike. or so i think. HMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english prelim oral was okay too. mrs tang is cute i swear. seeing her laugh and smile when i answered her questions for the conversation part made me laugh too :D :D haha. but i was rather scared at first. cause i know she'll be very particular bout how we were gonna articulate and all. anyhoos, the situation wasn't as tense as i thought it would be. ahhh, i love her laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm dead tired. couldn't sleep well yesterday cause i was suffering from humidity and the freaaaaaking aircon doesn't wanna work -_____- fishbaaallzz. of all the days for it not to work, it had to be spoiled a few hours before my big day (HAH big day keperrrr) i'm so gonna bunk it with my bro tonight. okay no. that's a maybe. anyway, my point is. i wanna sleep soon already. so nitey nite world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-289781568722033799?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/289781568722033799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=289781568722033799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/289781568722033799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/289781568722033799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-anything-should-happen-i-guess-i.html' title='if anything should happen i guess i wish you well&lt;br&gt;a little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDq1dJq-WhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZgNUcm4T-sM/s72-c/bliss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-3654021582755443602</id><published>2008-05-25T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T05:40:30.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a city so dead held up so highon such a breakable thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be on hiatus for a longlonglong time. (i want to write somemore long(s) but i'm too lazy to type more. so three would do :D :D heee. okay dots. why the hell am i typing this out -____-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to mug like crazy with sandra and aqilah and whoever else. yesyesyes. i want to pull up my grades. i HAVE TO pull up my grades or no school in &lt;u&gt;singapore/the world/the universe&lt;/u&gt; would ever want to take me in. -plays sad song-&lt;br /&gt;this is the part where you can start crying for me. hahahaha. okay ignore whatever i'm typing out here. this is a post-syndrome of studying. you know, when you start going cuckoo and talk crap? yeaaahhh, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to save up during holiday else i'll rot and you'll be attending my funeral when school reopens. macam understand jer~ isk, &lt;i&gt;astaghfirullahalazim.&lt;/i&gt; tak baik berbual macam gitu tau farina tauuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand i'm currently waiting for my parents to return home with my nasi ayam penyet. i swear my bad eating habits have return. rrr irritating. this is so binge eating okaaaayy. ahh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-3654021582755443602?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3654021582755443602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=3654021582755443602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3654021582755443602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3654021582755443602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-city-so-dead-held-up-so-high-on-such.html' title='in a city so dead held up so high&lt;br&gt;on such a breakable thread'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5662373608457019829</id><published>2008-05-24T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T05:52:58.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>took your love and put it on the shelfhe doesn't really care bout how you feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDgOZpq-WgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YLlMmVb57zk/s1600-h/fashion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDgOZpq-WgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YLlMmVb57zk/s320/fashion2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203925203272227330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uddin's artwork which i helped to complete -.- am i like super nice or super nice? hahaha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care laaaaaa &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, just thought of typing that out. goes to whoever who terasa yaye ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't tell me you love me if you are not sincere&lt;br /&gt;For a lie that strong can ruin my life and bring on a new fear.&lt;br /&gt;Fear to be loved, fear to love ever again&lt;br /&gt;It can cause my fragile heart to break, tear and bend.&lt;br /&gt;Think of all in life that will be missed&lt;br /&gt;because of one small broken promise&lt;br /&gt;So, when I put all of my trust deep within you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me you love me, unless you truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tell Me You Love Me - Love&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5662373608457019829?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5662373608457019829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5662373608457019829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5662373608457019829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5662373608457019829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-break-away-let-him-go.html' title='took your love and put it on the shelf&lt;br&gt;he doesn&apos;t really care bout how you feel'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDgOZpq-WgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YLlMmVb57zk/s72-c/fashion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7451522740782034497</id><published>2008-05-23T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:38:04.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime i pour out my emotionsi feel emptier inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDacfJq-WfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wbcAzMbIFRY/s1600-h/kindergarten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDacfJq-WfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wbcAzMbIFRY/s320/kindergarten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203518478459230706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o'level malay is in THREE DAYS' TIME. &lt;b&gt;freeeeaaaaakkkkk.&lt;/b&gt; i'm so not ready can? i know we've done quite a number of practice/revisions and all. but i don't feel confident in clinching that a1. I WANT THAT A1 OKAY. it's notnotnot a choice.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;mustmustmust&lt;/b&gt; get that a1. or i'll just drop dead if i get another grade on the day of the results. ahhhh fishballzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;haha macam understand~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PANICS PANICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to learn one day. things can never be the way you want it to. never wanted things to go this far. but what's done is done. there's no turning back. we can never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7451522740782034497?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7451522740782034497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7451522740782034497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7451522740782034497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7451522740782034497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/olevel-malay-is-in-three-days-time.html' title='everytime i pour out my emotions&lt;br&gt;i feel emptier inside'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDacfJq-WfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wbcAzMbIFRY/s72-c/kindergarten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-1365825453073814767</id><published>2008-05-22T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:09:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and when you say it doesn't matter; well it doesand all it takes is a mistake to eat your words</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHo5I811n0k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHo5I811n0k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. imagine if he were to serenade you with this song and all. *AHHHHH MELTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1365825453073814767?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1365825453073814767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1365825453073814767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1365825453073814767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1365825453073814767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-when-you-say-it-doesnt-matter-well.html' title='and when you say it doesn&apos;t matter; well it does&lt;br&gt;and all it takes is a mistake to eat your words'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-7008091498498754871</id><published>2008-05-20T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T04:59:10.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be there for you when the rain starts to falli'll be there for you like i have always been</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDK8_6-tG_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Cxm5bMZjR6k/s1600-h/cute+kiddo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDK8_6-tG_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Cxm5bMZjR6k/s320/cute+kiddo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202428325916384242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they made me laugh, cry and laugh all over again. thanks for the wonderful birthday darlings (: could never ask for more. i love you all laaaaaaaaaaaa :D :D hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7008091498498754871?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7008091498498754871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7008091498498754871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7008091498498754871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7008091498498754871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-be-there-for-you-when-rain-starts.html' title='i&apos;ll be there for you when the rain starts to fall&lt;br&gt;i&apos;ll be there for you like i have always been'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SDK8_6-tG_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Cxm5bMZjR6k/s72-c/cute+kiddo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-1542759324846344713</id><published>2008-05-19T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:32:35.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first i was afraid i was petrifiedkeep thinking i could never live without you by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched congkak! :D :D haha, the movie was okay. better than jangan pandang belakang i suppose. anyway, syahirah is super kental i swear. next time can't let her hold the popcorn when watching horror movie. popcorns were strewn all over the floor laaa. hahaha. kental kental (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i have to complete my malay stuffs. CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1542759324846344713?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1542759324846344713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1542759324846344713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1542759324846344713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1542759324846344713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-i-was-afraid-i-was-petrified-keep.html' title='first i was afraid i was petrified&lt;br&gt;keep thinking i could never live without you by my side'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-4998860855198832916</id><published>2008-05-18T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:33:10.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bila melihat matamuku yakin ada cinta ketulusan hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EqpIjHvl2x/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EqpIjHvl2x/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku tutup mataku&lt;br /&gt;Dari semua pandanganku&lt;br /&gt;Bila melihat matamu&lt;br /&gt;Kuyakin ada cinta ketulusan hati&lt;br /&gt;Yang mengalir lembut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguasa Alam&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah pegangi aku&lt;br /&gt;Biar ku tak jatuh&lt;br /&gt;Pada sumur dosa yang terkutuk&lt;br /&gt;Dan menyesatkan cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Andaikan ku bisa&lt;br /&gt;Lebih adil pada cinta kau dan dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan Nabi yang bisa sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak luput dari dosa&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah ku hidup seperti ini&lt;br /&gt;Takdir cinta harus begini&lt;br /&gt;Ada kau dan dia bukan ku yang mau&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuhan tuntunlah hatiku&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched ayat-ayat cinta maaaaaaannzzz. and it's so sedih la. after the part fahri gets married to aisyah onwards. gosh i cried ): sedih perrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. and yeah, it's a must watch :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4998860855198832916?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4998860855198832916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4998860855198832916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4998860855198832916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4998860855198832916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/bila-melihat-matamu-aku-yakin-ada-cinta.html' title='bila melihat matamu&lt;br&gt;ku yakin ada cinta ketulusan hati'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-3084418119781859644</id><published>2008-05-18T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:57:50.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the past i shall learnand a new life i shall live</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gQjzl-p2ZA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gQjzl-p2ZA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust is my bed, embracing me and it's my cover now&lt;br /&gt;The sands are around engulfing me from all directions&lt;br /&gt;And the tomb recounts (the story of) the darkness of my calamity&lt;br /&gt;And the light has destined that my pleasure is in meeting Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust is my bed, embracing me and it's my cover now&lt;br /&gt;The sands are around engulfing me from all directions&lt;br /&gt;And the tomb recounts (the story of) the darkness of my calamity&lt;br /&gt;And the light has destined that my pleasure is in meeting Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the kindness of kin? They relinquished fidelity&lt;br /&gt;Where are the scores of friends? They dispensed with my brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;Where is the bliss of money? I left it behind&lt;br /&gt;And where is the glory of fame and compliments?&lt;br /&gt;That's my end; dust is my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust is my bed, embracing me and it's my cover now&lt;br /&gt;The sands are around engulfing me from all directions&lt;br /&gt;And the tomb recounts (the story of) the darkness of my calamity&lt;br /&gt;And the light has destined that my pleasure is in meeting Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beloved bid farewell to his love and cried my elegy&lt;br /&gt;The tears flow dried out, after crying&lt;br /&gt;The vast universe shrank, narrowing my space&lt;br /&gt;The tomb to my corpse became both my land and my sky&lt;br /&gt;That's my end; dust is my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear overwhelms my estrangement and sadness is my ailment&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for steadfastness, which is -i swear- my remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely supplicating to the Lord; you are my hope&lt;br /&gt;Hoping -O Allah- for a paradise in which my bliss shall be attained&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely supplicating to the Lord; you are my hope&lt;br /&gt;Hoping -O Allah- for a paradise in which my bliss shall be attained&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this at madrasah. eye-wakening ain't it? and the singer sounds good as well (: smoothing voice and song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-3084418119781859644?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3084418119781859644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=3084418119781859644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3084418119781859644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3084418119781859644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-past-i-shall-learn-and-new-life-i.html' title='from the past i shall learn&lt;br&gt;and a new life i shall live'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-8037280791140209957</id><published>2008-05-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:09:45.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here on the edge againi wish i could let it go</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC7mSq-tG-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/JJNNHVFIB-k/s1600-h/bubbles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC7mSq-tG-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/JJNNHVFIB-k/s320/bubbles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201347828108827618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLES! a never ending game i swear. but oh well, at least it kept me occupied. heeeeeezzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8037280791140209957?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8037280791140209957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8037280791140209957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8037280791140209957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8037280791140209957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-here-on-edge-again-i-wish-i-could.html' title='i&apos;m here on the edge again&lt;br&gt;i wish i could let it go'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC7mSq-tG-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/JJNNHVFIB-k/s72-c/bubbles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8293880328034704137</id><published>2008-05-16T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T05:42:47.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is wrong i should be goneyet here we lay cause i can't stay away</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC2Aha-tG8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iKJe0TjWeTU/s1600-h/Image027edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC2Aha-tG8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iKJe0TjWeTU/s320/Image027edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200954456349154242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC2Ahq-tG9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/h6IPNVRmXyM/s1600-h/collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC2Ahq-tG9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/h6IPNVRmXyM/s320/collage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200954460644121554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. today is frigging humid i swear. and duhh, when i feel warm and all, i'll get irrated easily. so i was irritated and all during the career seminar cause each booth were packed with people and some of the psl were kinda being irritating. but some were okay. okay, you get my point. humidity = being irritated easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mock exam after that. but it turned out to be like a normal class work instead. haha. and thanks cikgu kamariah for sending me and farah home :D :D much appreciated really. sorry for dragging the time, btw. heeeeezz. but all of us had mind-block la, no kid. seriously couldn't think of what to write for the first section of the paper. and i had to cut my story short so it's crap now. -.- ahhh sedihzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUHU, 4 MORE DAYS TO WHAT AH? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8293880328034704137?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8293880328034704137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8293880328034704137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8293880328034704137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8293880328034704137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-wrong-i-should-be-gone-yet-here.html' title='this is wrong i should be gone&lt;br&gt;yet here we lay cause i can&apos;t stay away'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SC2Aha-tG8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iKJe0TjWeTU/s72-c/Image027edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7625867280926254641</id><published>2008-05-15T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:53:22.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime i see you fallingi get down on my knees and pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCwTiK-tG7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/B-qeK-COFhU/s1600-h/red+petals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCwTiK-tG7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/B-qeK-COFhU/s320/red+petals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200553147489917874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got results back and it's a major disappointment. seriously. could have died on the spot when i got some of the papers back. swear the only result which i actually like when i got the paper back is english. malay isn't included in the fave results list this time round. screwed the paper. fishballzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay babes. we shall buck up and do well the next time round alright? so we shall not give up and will not give up just yet. there's still light at the end of the tunnel :D we shall pull through this together darlings. and as the saying goes,&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATIQAH DARLING! idk what really happened but cheer up okay. you know i'll always be here for you 24/7 if you need anything right? just beep me and i'll be there. don't cry anymore alright? i've got your back. (: so wipe your tears girl. cause i'll be behind supporting you all the way and to cushion you if you were to ever slip and fall. you've got me babe! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7625867280926254641?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7625867280926254641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7625867280926254641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7625867280926254641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7625867280926254641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/everytime-i-see-you-falling-i-get-down.html' title='everytime i see you falling&lt;br&gt;i get down on my knees and pray'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCwTiK-tG7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/B-qeK-COFhU/s72-c/red+petals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8465272285492956086</id><published>2008-05-13T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:38:22.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can wait your whole life tryna changewhat they fear from what it's been</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from gym with nadia and fairuz. gee couldn't make it cause SHE WOKE UP LATE. haha, tido jer tau eh. anyway, after gym we bought healthy food and ate them in the bus and now POOF (!) i'm at home :D :D heeeeeeezz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of going bugis to (insert reason here) but damn i'm tired and i feel like sleeping instead or watch movies online. or maybe i'll go parkway parade with syahirah once her school ends. that's if i can drag my butt off the chair and out of the house. HAH okay i'm typing nonsense here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCkytq-tG6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZjHjRuyuLX4/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCkytq-tG6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZjHjRuyuLX4/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199743004988742562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reminiscing the past, sometimes i wish things would go back to how it was. when we would wait for each other just so we could go home together and all. now we barely even talk and honestly speaking, sometimes even talking seems weird. never knew we'd be out of topic to talk about. gone are the days where we would chat about anything and everything under the sky. nevertheless, i'm happy that you're happy now (: girl, know i'd always be there for you when you need me alright. and no matter how far you are, i'd always be one step behind to support you and to catch you if you were ever to fall. take care babe (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8465272285492956086?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8465272285492956086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8465272285492956086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8465272285492956086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8465272285492956086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-after-all-of-these-love-that-weve.html' title='you can wait your whole life tryna change&lt;br&gt;what they fear from what it&apos;s been'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCkytq-tG6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZjHjRuyuLX4/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8177951305957993617</id><published>2008-05-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:52:11.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after all of these times that we've triedi found out we were living a lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf096-tG2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/D4UJ1YzjVKk/s1600-h/collageone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf096-tG2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/D4UJ1YzjVKk/s320/collageone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199393639463983970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;i &lt;b&gt;lovelove&lt;/b&gt; this type of ikea stuffs ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf096-tG3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/9TZTErFQbps/s1600-h/collagetwo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf096-tG3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/9TZTErFQbps/s320/collagetwo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199393639463983986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;these too!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf0-K-tG4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/axS24-pcAuc/s1600-h/dee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf0-K-tG4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/axS24-pcAuc/s320/dee.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199393643758951298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;try to spot dee's brooch, hahahaha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf0-K-tG5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x9qfmk20lj0/s1600-h/gee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf0-K-tG5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x9qfmk20lj0/s320/gee.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199393643758951314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;contoh yang terbaik&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midyear is finally over. yessaaaaahhh. but urgh now the focus is on the upcoming malay o'level paper and english prelim oral. they both fall on the same date. like annoying or annoying? HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syasyahiedaaaaaa! maaf if you have to listen to all the undesirable stories eyy. haha, but i'm used to telling you the stories which gives me the shivers already. so sorry eh babe. tahan boleh tak? can riiiiiiigggghhtt. of course can :D :D HEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand i saw sery todaaaaayy. heez, i'm not sure if we'll be able to meet on my bday but if we can't, then we'll meet up some other day okay. the certain thing is, we'll surely meet up alright :D gahha, i miss you and shabrina a hell lot, i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8177951305957993617?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8177951305957993617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8177951305957993617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8177951305957993617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8177951305957993617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-over-your-lies-and-im-over-your.html' title='after all of these times that we&apos;ve tried&lt;br&gt;i found out we were living a lie'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCf096-tG2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/D4UJ1YzjVKk/s72-c/collageone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-6692386547460983014</id><published>2008-05-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:46:03.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you said it wasn't good enoughbut still we're trying one more time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun. haha, i laughed like crap when watching the videos at dee's blog. no, not the farina's x-files. it's the how-to-be videos. haha, hilarioussssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall keep this post short cause gonna go out with fam to celebrate mumsy's day. and i'll post the photo of dee's new trend of wearing slipper picture in the next post alright. (gee laa, anyhow gave dee's slippers a makeover. hahahaha) okay CIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mumsy's day to all mothers! :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6692386547460983014?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6692386547460983014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6692386547460983014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6692386547460983014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6692386547460983014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-said-it-wasnt-good-enough-but-still.html' title='you said it wasn&apos;t good enough&lt;br&gt;but still we&apos;re trying one more time'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1304655849176739215</id><published>2008-05-09T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:51:14.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>though you're unsure why fight the tidedon't think so much, let your heart decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one down two more to go :D yessaaahh. but damn, it'll be intensive malay study after midyear. so not much of a freedom. ahh well. reality check farina. it's sec four life. i have to seriously redefine my term of freedom. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks syasyahieda and rashi for accompanying me to ikea to buy mother's day gift for my mother eyyyy. so one thing crossed off from my list of to-buy-gifts and many more to go. D: i swear i dislike it when the bdays are all cramped up closely to each other. where's my time to save up for the gift maaaaaaann. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking bout bdays, it's my beloved-but-i-swear-super-annoying brother's bday today :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCQsj3uhZxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/82meOdCPTc4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCQsj3uhZxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/82meOdCPTc4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198328864658515730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY 13TH BDAY DUDE! :D&lt;br /&gt;May all your heartfelt desires come true and best wishes in all that you do (: study hard okaaaayy. jangan nak berbual kat telephone atau use the computer ajer. and takmoh degil2. dengar cakap orang tua. hahaha okayokay. i'll end it here. anyway, happy birthday once again. and you know i love you right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;withlotsalove, YOUR DARLING SISTER ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i took the time to edit your picture okaaaaayy. so you better love me a hell lot. HEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1304655849176739215?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1304655849176739215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1304655849176739215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1304655849176739215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1304655849176739215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-down-two-more-to-go-d-yessaaahh_09.html' title='though you&apos;re unsure why fight the tide&lt;br&gt;don&apos;t think so much, let your heart decide'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCQsj3uhZxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/82meOdCPTc4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-21486100160680490</id><published>2008-05-08T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:55:43.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wait till the water runs dryand watch our whole lives pass us by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCKxpfzX0bI/AAAAAAAAAOg/d_yMZesYbyI/s1600-h/ladybug+choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCKxpfzX0bI/AAAAAAAAAOg/d_yMZesYbyI/s320/ladybug+choc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197912246408696242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is a chocolate which has a ladybug wrapping. cute eyy. haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaye three papers left for midyear :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, get well soon okay. can't believe you missed three papers D:&lt;br /&gt;must have been really sick eyy. well anyway. REST WELL AND RECOVER PRONTO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw atiqah darling today! and i couldn't really tell if it was you cause you looked different in madrasah outfit and home clothes. haha, anyway see you on sunday darling ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-21486100160680490?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/21486100160680490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=21486100160680490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/21486100160680490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/21486100160680490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-wait-till-water-runs-dry-and-watch.html' title='don&apos;t wait till the water runs dry&lt;br&gt;and watch our whole lives pass us by'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCKxpfzX0bI/AAAAAAAAAOg/d_yMZesYbyI/s72-c/ladybug+choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-5560694433733173438</id><published>2008-05-06T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T02:10:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but hold your breathtonight i'll fall for you over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTGj5D-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wRvkkkE-EJk/s1600-h/collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTGj5D-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wRvkkkE-EJk/s320/collage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197175188885147618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;kenalkan, ini kawan saya yang sungguh the kental ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTWj5D_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/u_atjByY7lA/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTWj5D_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/u_atjByY7lA/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197175193180114930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;nie ngah semangat mendengar&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTWj5EAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rIyW9GFZLuY/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTWj5EAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rIyW9GFZLuY/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197175193180114946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;dan nie ngah semangat bercerita&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTmj5EBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AQxdpjT90Jg/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTmj5EBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AQxdpjT90Jg/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197175197475082258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;ini poa notes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to end of mid-year. oh please let time pass quickly ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5560694433733173438?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5560694433733173438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5560694433733173438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5560694433733173438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5560694433733173438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-more-day-to-end-of-mid-year.html' title='but hold your breath&lt;br&gt;tonight i&apos;ll fall for you over again'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SCATTGj5D-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wRvkkkE-EJk/s72-c/collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-596146964118538504</id><published>2008-05-02T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T03:47:13.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no you're not gonna affect meno you can't affect me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkDUT7dqfI0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkDUT7dqfI0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you're pissed off with me or something. but i don't wanna care. i don't know if i did anything wrong cause i don't think i did any sorta stuffs that would make you annoyed and all. and i don't know what's up either. girl you know we've been distant for some time already. only now that it deteriorates, you seem to realise it. but i've known it all along. since a long time ago. i just didn't wanna wreck the friendship and thus kept it all to myself. i don't know what else to say. guess enough said. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the papers have been okay so far. but poa paper two URGH! if only i had concentrated more on that.&lt;br /&gt;should have been easier to do. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks darlings for the days after school. i love ya'll so much i swear ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i saw fattah today! gosh i miss that dude although i know he was super annoying in primary school. and i'm not sombong okaaaaaaayyy. just wanted you to tegur first. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-596146964118538504?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/596146964118538504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=596146964118538504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/596146964118538504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/596146964118538504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-youre-not-gonna-affect-me-no-you.html' title='no you&apos;re not gonna affect me&lt;br&gt;no you can&apos;t affect me'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1444351162923582503</id><published>2008-04-22T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:29:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i'm hoping just a little bit strongerhold me up just a little bit longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SA2Tf2j5D4I/AAAAAAAAANA/kZuUWlePPts/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SA2Tf2j5D4I/AAAAAAAAANA/kZuUWlePPts/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191968120859332482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be on hiatus until say, after mid-year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO PEOPLE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1444351162923582503?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1444351162923582503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1444351162923582503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1444351162923582503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1444351162923582503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-im-hoping-just-little-bit-stronger.html' title='now i&apos;m hoping just a little bit stronger&lt;br&gt;hold me up just a little bit longer'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/SA2Tf2j5D4I/AAAAAAAAANA/kZuUWlePPts/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8205833153168949980</id><published>2008-04-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:07:42.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and that's what you get for falling againyou can never get him out of your head</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is tiring but gym was fun. (: and my butt aches a lot today HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgzxzxzxz. i saw jamali and the other dude from loyang at the gym. like doottttsssss. -.- and daeng called just to say,&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WENT TO THE GYM UH?" hahaha loser la daeng. and i knew you'd call cause obviously jamali would have told&lt;br /&gt;you he saw me there. how &lt;s&gt;unpredictable.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. this week's schedule is damn pack i swearrrrrrr. i'll be super tired so most prolly my mood will be cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ignore whatever crap i'm blabbing here. i'm sleepy and i don't know half the things i'm typing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA OKAY BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8205833153168949980?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8205833153168949980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8205833153168949980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8205833153168949980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8205833153168949980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-thats-what-you-get-for-falling.html' title='and that&apos;s what you get for falling again&lt;br&gt;you can never get him out of your head'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-8121307990693731926</id><published>2008-04-06T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T05:23:51.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i let myself fall into a liei let my walls come down</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compasspoint with hayani was craaaaaazzzyyy. haha, can't believe we were so belo and all. and we bet the security guard was being suspicious of us too. plus my baju which made me look like a bandit eh yani eh. hahaha, okay retarded (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, permentasan was okay. it wasn't those very serious dramamama kinda stuffs. there were funny parts and all. so yeah, overall it was okay (: dee, syahieda and me missed some parts cause we arrived kinda late. WHY EH DEE? haha, but it's alright. tell your dad i said thanks once again kay! :D :D it was very nice of him to send us there. your mum too! CHEY DEE'S MUM BLASTED THE RADIO WHEN IT PLAYED ALIFF AZIZ'S SONG LA SEEEEEYY. and she supports chris brown too! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload more pictures when i get them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R_jAyRdydAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tayp6-dofWE/s1600-h/ADAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R_jAyRdydAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tayp6-dofWE/s320/ADAM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186106940831462402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8121307990693731926?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8121307990693731926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8121307990693731926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8121307990693731926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8121307990693731926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-let-myself-fall-into-lie-i-let-my.html' title='i let myself fall into a lie&lt;br&gt;i let my walls come down'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R_jAyRdydAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tayp6-dofWE/s72-c/ADAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7633896465976127172</id><published>2008-04-04T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:44:52.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh i can live without youbut without you, i'd be miserable at best</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R_Y8Xxdyc-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ctWBHJlKvDg/s1600-h/Image020-burukkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R_Y8Xxdyc-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ctWBHJlKvDg/s320/Image020-burukkkk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185398400076641250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this online. the different thoughts of two ex-lovers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i saw her today&lt;br /&gt;girl: i saw him today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: it seems like it's been forever&lt;br /&gt;girl: i wonder if he still cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: she looks better than before&lt;br /&gt;girl: i couldn't stop staring at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i asked how things were going&lt;br /&gt;girl: i asked about his new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i'd pick her over any girl i'm with&lt;br /&gt;girl: he's probably really happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i can't even look at her without crying&lt;br /&gt;girl: he couldn't even look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i told her i miss her&lt;br /&gt;girl: he didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i meant it&lt;br /&gt;girl: he doesn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i love her&lt;br /&gt;girl: he loves his new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i held her for the last time&lt;br /&gt;girl: he gave me a friendly hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: then i went home and cried&lt;br /&gt;girl: then i went home and cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: i lost her&lt;br /&gt;girl: i love him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7633896465976127172?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7633896465976127172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7633896465976127172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7633896465976127172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7633896465976127172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-i-can-live-without-you-but-without.html' title='oh i can live without you&lt;br&gt;but without you, i&apos;d be miserable at best'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R_Y8Xxdyc-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ctWBHJlKvDg/s72-c/Image020-burukkkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8062142938585160076</id><published>2008-04-03T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:50:16.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that everything you had said to mewas just a lie until you left</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no. let me correct that. school was depressing. yeah, sounds better cause after school with yani and syahieda was just right to make everything/the whole day better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was suckish cause it's like as if all the teachers gang-ed up and demanded for all the past homeworks today.&lt;br /&gt;and they gave specific timings to hand it in or ask to stay back to complete the work then hand it in. like wth okay. plus there were two tests and all. the tests were okay though. but i sooo wanna redo bio. damn stupid mistake farina. SEEERRRTTUUUPIIIDDDDDD. rrr i'm annoyed all over again. screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i had a good laugh with those two babes at bk. and the stupid, ridiculous conversations we had. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8062142938585160076?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8062142938585160076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8062142938585160076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8062142938585160076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8062142938585160076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-everything-you-had-said-to-me-was_4359.html' title='that everything you had said to me&lt;br&gt;was just a lie until you left'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-6550745511358432429</id><published>2008-04-03T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:56:45.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and my heavy heart sinks deep down under youand your twisted words your help just hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;kentalkental&lt;/u&gt; incidents yesterday :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to school alone yesterday and didn't stop at whitesands cause dee's not going to school. when in the bus, turning to the whitesands' stop, i saw farah walking. so i decided to text her and all. she replied asking who i was with and stuffs like that. and by the time she told me she's gonna wait for me at the park's stop, the bus was already otw reaching dte's stop. so i told her i'll wait for her at econ's instead. then farah, kentally called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;farah: OHMYGOD! you so kental ya'knowwww. hahahahaha. i've been waiting for you at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;for around five minutes already. then when people passed me and asked who i was waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;i just replied, "oh someone"  hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha. you la. replied late. next time say clearly la that you're gonna wait for me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okayokay nevermind. i wait at econs kaayy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while waiting for her at econs, i saw khaliesah and azam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;khaliesah: hey, who are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? oh farah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;khaliesah: oh, she's at the bus stop waiting for someone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! like how kental is that laaaa. then when i told khaliesah that the someone farah's waiting for is me, she just gave the gosh-you-guys-are-ridiculously-kental kinda look. hahaha, whatever okaaaaayy. mine and farah's brain just don't work in the morning alrightttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT gosh i swear farah was being super extra kental that day laa. it's like as if she left her brain at home or something. haha. nasib baik sekarang dah okay eh girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;kentalkental&lt;/u&gt; incident number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking to history lesson when we saw madam zaibon. so she told us to remind leon to meet her after school to take the test that he was absent for and all. so when we're back in class, i was holding nadia's phone and bluetooth-ing a song to my phone. then i remembered about the test thingy and called leon to come over&lt;br /&gt;to my table to tell him bout the test la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me: leon, madam zaibon told me to remind you to see her at 2.15 to take the poa test.&lt;br /&gt;leon: oh okay. eh wait. how you know? -looks at the phone i was holding- she messaged you uh?&lt;br /&gt;me: OHMYGOD LEON. no laaaa. she saw us then told us laa. hahahaha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTH KAN. kental nyerrrrrr. just cause i was holding the phone and all. -.- gosh leon, gosh. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there were more kental incidents. but i'm lazy to type more. goddd, this is such a long post la okaaaaaayy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6550745511358432429?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6550745511358432429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6550745511358432429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6550745511358432429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6550745511358432429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-my-heavy-heart-sinks-deep-down_03.html' title='and my heavy heart sinks deep down under you&lt;br&gt;and your twisted words your help just hurts'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-3780403499342290428</id><published>2008-04-02T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:44:49.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so since i'm not your everythinghow about i mean nothing at all to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new skin :D :D got the base of the skin from someone and i changed the skin to my liking and all. satisfaction baybehh. the fruit of my labour eyy. chey macam paham. haha. baru setakat buat skin. but anyway, it was kinda tiring.&lt;br /&gt;figuring out where's the error and all when the skin goes horribly wrong. so now it's done. yeah okay. ya'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. today was such a &lt;b&gt;kental&lt;/b&gt; day i swear. too many kental incidents happened. and most of it includes (drumrolls) farah darling. hahahaha. i shall list the conversations down in the next post or something alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't write a long post today cause i have TWO &lt;s&gt;blooooodddyyy freaking&lt;/s&gt; tests to study for. bio and physics. D: raaahh okay. and i'm still here typing haha. and created a new skin somemore. macam dah guarantee tomorrow confirm boleh pass gitu eh. haha insya'allah ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-3780403499342290428?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3780403499342290428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=3780403499342290428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3780403499342290428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3780403499342290428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-since-im-not-your-everything-how.html' title='so since i&apos;m not your everything&lt;br&gt;how about i mean nothing at all to you'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-7242538329825984818</id><published>2008-04-01T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:58:00.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always ending always overback and forth like a rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't keep track of the date and didn't realise today is april's fool. hah okay. shows how &lt;s&gt;ignorant&lt;/s&gt; i am to keep track of the dates and months :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH (!) i swear my neck cramp/stiff neck/whatever it is hurts a hellllll lot okay. and nadia if you're reading this, i bet you're rotating your head like there's no tomorrow. hahaha. whatever eh nadia. anyway, please recover soon neck. or i'll look damnnn stupid having to turn my head and body when talking to whoever. RECOVER OKAAAAAAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to start revising on my subjects already cause d's (no i'm not referring to you DEE. hahahaha) already starting on his. like dotssssssss. okay no, good for him. it's just a matter of my ehem, ego. i want to have good results for my o's too kaaay. afterall, who doesn't? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wth, mumsy thinks i have an eating disorder. PFFFFFFTTT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7242538329825984818?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7242538329825984818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7242538329825984818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7242538329825984818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7242538329825984818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/04/always-ending-always-over-back-and.html' title='always ending always over&lt;br&gt;back and forth like a rollercoaster'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-4325769213881383348</id><published>2008-03-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:07:37.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and if you can't hold on, on your very last tryi'll be there so that you know you're not alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was soooo frustrated when i got up for school today cause i realised i had such a little amount of sleep. i managed to close my eyes around 1 and i thought i was asleep until i woke up around 4 only to realise that i had been 3/4 awake all the time. for 3 freaking hours &lt;s&gt;dammit&lt;/s&gt; RAAAHH. it's like you know. when you thought you're sleeping but you're not. like wth laa. i managed to get REAL SLEEP only after 4. but i woke up at 5 again. and from 5 onwards, i kept on waking up for every 10 mins. whatthefish i swear. -okay breathe farina breathe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, poa test today was quite okay. didn't get to balance the thingy. but it's okay, i hope i can still pass :D :D don't worry rashi. we'll pull through this together kaaayy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest syahieda! thanks for accompanying me kaaay. it's muchmuchmuch appreciated. and im supersupersuper sorry you had to walk in the pouring rain and all. i owe you big time alright. and i love you to death for everything you've done for me kay! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and darling jihan, hope you like the cookie aight. thought i'd get you something since you've been unwell for three days and all. so yeah. (: get well soon and take care. dee too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY DARLING SHABRINA!&lt;br /&gt;may all your heartfelt desires come true and best wishes in all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;smilealwayskay! :D&lt;br /&gt;lotsalove,&lt;br /&gt;farina(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jx6-5hUkfJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jx6-5hUkfJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4325769213881383348?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4325769213881383348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4325769213881383348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4325769213881383348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4325769213881383348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories-mar-my-mind-love-is-fate.html' title='and if you can&apos;t hold on, on your very last try&lt;br&gt;i&apos;ll be there so that you know you&apos;re not alone'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-3593657379604341553</id><published>2008-03-26T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:05:37.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart's at a lowi'm so much to manage</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-pJnhdyc6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/CHaQOmOzBhg/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-pJnhdyc6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/CHaQOmOzBhg/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182035264590214050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-pJoBdyc7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fVot87jMIuE/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-pJoBdyc7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fVot87jMIuE/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182035273180148658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-titRdyc9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hWQAfFINZZM/s1600-h/editttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-titRdyc9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hWQAfFINZZM/s320/editttt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182344326141866962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;TO JIHAN JAAFAR AL-KATHIRI&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON OKAAAAYY. MISS YOU DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay today. thought i wouldn't survive cause was tired like crap. and thanks yani for the ghost stories! haha, gave me goosebumps really. but at least it helped me to stay awake and all. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poa test tomorrow D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-3593657379604341553?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3593657379604341553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=3593657379604341553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3593657379604341553'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8300949138412564696</id><published>2008-03-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:08:28.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so let go and move onwhat we were is now undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usb cable for my phone doesn't want to work! urgh i've been putting the cable in and out of the computer and my phone. annoying much cause i reallyreallyreally wanna put this one song due to sudden re-addiction. oh please work cableeeeee. i promise i'll be extraextra nice and keep you properly next time kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;gosh i'm talking to my own cable. insanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poa's homework kinda stagnant. i know it's on an easy topic but i just can't get myself to pick up the pen and start doing it. phobia of doing poa homework. -shivers- i want the old time grades back pleaseeeeee. haha, and a sudden flashback. sandra, aqilah and me were talking bout our l1r5/l1r4 in bk just now. we SERIOUSLY (emphasis on seriously) don't think we can make it if our grades continue to be erm. like that. am tryna think positive but heh one word to sum up our situation: &lt;u&gt;die.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes depressing i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8300949138412564696?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8300949138412564696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8300949138412564696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rain will come right before the sun shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-eoixdyc4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/kqGNkBjZtVs/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-eoixdyc4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/kqGNkBjZtVs/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181295211660342146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-eojxdyc5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Fi607u0R9FE/s1600-h/Image011tobeedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-eojxdyc5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Fi607u0R9FE/s320/Image011tobeedited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181295228840211346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abcdefgxzxzxz! i didn't have to go for the interview thingy just now. hahahaha okay none of my concern to be pissed cause i didn't go either. pity syafiq and syahieda and whoever else who had to go. huaaaaaaaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. likewhattheshit. terserempak with irfan and that dude whose name i forgot in 359. like -.- gee and dee kept telling me about irfan and how he's changed and all and suddenly his face TERPAMPANG infront of me. haha but okay whatever. am happy for him that he's changed for the better and all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH GUINEA PIG/CHINCHILLA HINT HINT LA EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;whatthe&lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; (!) pms much you stupid &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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shines'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-eoixdyc4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/kqGNkBjZtVs/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7569665206115916484</id><published>2008-03-23T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:38:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel my memories fade with timebut i'm too young to worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Yfwhdyc0I/AAAAAAAAALY/eVgpkaP9pQQ/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Yfwhdyc0I/AAAAAAAAALY/eVgpkaP9pQQ/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180863339813827394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Yfwxdyc1I/AAAAAAAAALg/TQ1rBplNYmQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Yfwxdyc1I/AAAAAAAAALg/TQ1rBplNYmQ/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180863344108794706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campcraft comp is postponed again due to the heavy downpour. like whatthehell laaaa. it rained when we've just reached the place. now fairuz, myrah and me aren't sure if we're gonna go again next week. takut the same thing happens again. if it does, god it'll be sucha waste of our time timestwo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've talked to sister bout having a new pet, miss the feeling of having one around ):&lt;br /&gt;(okay i'm not gonna cry) hmm, a guinea pig or chinchilla maybe? :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Ykqxdyc3I/AAAAAAAAALw/Da_zR8NG1Yw/s1600-h/chinchilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Ykqxdyc3I/AAAAAAAAALw/Da_zR8NG1Yw/s320/chinchilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180868738587718514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Ykqhdyc2I/AAAAAAAAALo/j-zjAGajzf8/s1600-h/guinea+pig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R-Ykqhdyc2I/AAAAAAAAALo/j-zjAGajzf8/s320/guinea+pig2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180868734292751202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;alahai cute nyaaaaaaaa!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7569665206115916484?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7569665206115916484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7569665206115916484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7569665206115916484'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-6400722577928901785</id><published>2008-03-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:32:14.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but through it alli can see the love slipping away</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post bout hrc in the next post eyy. after i get the pictures from fairuz and all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just finished watching this korean horror movie with mumsy online. haha, swear i'd never watch any horror movies alone okaaaayy. even my sister was like,"tengok criter hantu ngan ina tak guna. nanti dier kepung muker tu sumer. then hantu keluar pun tak nampak. aperrrr jerrr." hahaha whatever la eh. it's not like i covered my whole face whaaaaaatt. i still can see whatever ghost appearances in the movie la kaayy. pfffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrr, promo test tomorrow. some of us still have to go although we've gotten our staff sergeant rank cause we still needa try for first class drill badge. -.- like not leceh eh. justin even better. he was like,"i don't want first class ah. i prefer second class. the yellow badge than the red one." hahaha. like dotsssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-6400722577928901785?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6400722577928901785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=6400722577928901785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6400722577928901785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/6400722577928901785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-through-it-all-i-can-see-love.html' title='but through it all&lt;br&gt;i can see the love slipping away'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1474078929770560913</id><published>2008-03-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:50:20.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>telling my whole life with his wordskilling me softly with his songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH ROPE TOMORROW! yeah baybeh! can't wait :D :D and hopefully it doesn't rain. else it'll ruin the whole thing, i think? heh gosh please please don't rain tmr. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthefisheeeeeess. sufi's leaving for perak tonight. okay not him alone. the whole of sec 4 eastview npcc people are going tonight. like fun kan. apparently, according to sufi, their npcc teachers want them to UNWIND before o'level/n'level. to so called keep their mind at ease and for them to end their npcc journey with something that they'll all enjoy. AHH WHATEVER OKAY. i'm not jealous i'm not jealous. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1474078929770560913?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1474078929770560913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1474078929770560913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1474078929770560913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1474078929770560913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/telling-my-whole-life-with-his-words.html' title='telling my whole life with his words&lt;br&gt;killing me softly with his songs'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-7672484413394814281</id><published>2008-03-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:59:32.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a classic casea scenario tale as old time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9YRb4n5YRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SAzZmmdy3N8/s1600-h/yellow_by_Meriiit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9YRb4n5YRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SAzZmmdy3N8/s320/yellow_by_Meriiit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176343992462827794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget?&lt;br /&gt;The very day you left&lt;br /&gt;It was like you took me to space&lt;br /&gt;And bam! To earth, I crashed&lt;br /&gt;Only a week had gone by&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling without you near&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it felt like forever&lt;br /&gt;Boy, why did you have to leave?&lt;br /&gt;You left me hanging in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;All alone and sober to ease my own pain&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’ll cry a million tears&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’ll shout so you can hear&lt;br /&gt;But boy, it’ll never make a difference&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone and I can’t bring you back&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I really miss your presence&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet words and your gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, didn’t you know I loved you so much?&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why did you have to leave?&lt;br /&gt;But now, time has helped me to heal&lt;br /&gt;It eased my pain and taught me to stand&lt;br /&gt;On my own two feet, and the help of friends,&lt;br /&gt;I refixed the puzzles of my life once again&lt;br /&gt;Only now I’ve come to realise,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you used to say&lt;br /&gt;That you’ll love me night and day,&lt;br /&gt;We’re too young to even comprehend love&lt;br /&gt;You gave me broken empty promises&lt;br /&gt;Those I held on to, never knew you’d throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart and everything went to waste&lt;br /&gt;The very night you told me you needed space&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I will still miss you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe hope you’ll come back someday&lt;br /&gt;But for now, in my teenage years,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not get involve in yet another game of love&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, you’ve made me strong&lt;br /&gt;Taught me right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget you&lt;br /&gt;The one I loved deeply&lt;br /&gt;The one who took my very heart&lt;br /&gt;The one who had hurt me so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was browsing through my files and i found this. (:&lt;br /&gt;wrote the poem in class last year. old memories eyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7672484413394814281?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7672484413394814281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7672484413394814281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7672484413394814281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7672484413394814281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-classic-case-scenario-tale-as-old.html' title='just a classic case&lt;br&gt;a scenario tale as old time'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9YRb4n5YRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SAzZmmdy3N8/s72-c/yellow_by_Meriiit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7394206163741245516</id><published>2008-03-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:00:52.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeful dreaming of times before the painwishing it was still the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9YO1Yn5YQI/AAAAAAAAALI/Aelj3y7TVxc/s1600-h/colourful.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9YO1Yn5YQI/AAAAAAAAALI/Aelj3y7TVxc/s320/colourful.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176341132014608642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get to go to nadira's and sean's bday party yesterday. and oh didn't get to meet up with the babes after their movie as well. see, atuk is unwell. so yeah had to visit him. ahh, he's the only one we have left. ): sedih kan. but it's okay. insya'allah atuk will get better in time. he's been so weak eversince arwah nenek minah passed away. stay strong kay. (:&lt;br /&gt;you've still got us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, am still waiting for sandra to confirm the time and place for studying later. sekali she's still sleeping eh. GOODNESS! (hahaha! inside joke) kental la sandra. she's always able to make me laugh. syahieda too! haha. ahhhhh, the two babes who have never failed to make me laugh so hard, i swear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we tell lies when we are afraid but everytime we tell a lie, our fear only grows stronger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7394206163741245516?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7394206163741245516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7394206163741245516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7394206163741245516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7394206163741245516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/hopeful-dreaming-of-times-before-pain.html' title='hopeful dreaming of times before the pain&lt;br&gt;wishing it was still the same'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9YO1Yn5YQI/AAAAAAAAALI/Aelj3y7TVxc/s72-c/colourful.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7211826370749962438</id><published>2008-03-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:08:15.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's gonna hurt when it healsbut it'll all be better in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm gonna meet the girls after their movie instead today cause i'm brokeeee like shit and i don't intend to ask mumsy and papito for money cause i've been asking for waaayy too much for the past few weeks. see, imma good daughter yo! haha. plus mumsy's promise shopping soon. so i'd rather spend all the money on that :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go gym desperately (YES DESPERATELY!) cause i don't think the camp has left any impact on my weight. to think of it, i think i gained instead of lose weight over the camp laaaaaa. ): depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i miss shabrina like a hell lot. there's so much i have to rant to her, urgh. hope she's doing fine eyy (: meet up soon darling! sery and shereen too. goshes it's been forever since i last heard shereen's laughter. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7211826370749962438?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7211826370749962438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7211826370749962438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7211826370749962438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7211826370749962438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-gonna-hurt-when-it-heals-but-itll.html' title='it&apos;s gonna hurt when it heals&lt;br&gt;but it&apos;ll all be better in time'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-4633661371737513278</id><published>2008-03-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:58:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you thought i'd be sad without you;i laughed harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9TJHIn5YPI/AAAAAAAAALA/Lq8Fs6Zh5Ts/s1600-h/BITTERGOURD!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9TJHIn5YPI/AAAAAAAAALA/Lq8Fs6Zh5Ts/s320/BITTERGOURD!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175982996166631666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;their introduction to bittergourd yo!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9TIpon5YNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uRFvZK_kCYQ/s1600-h/FLOUR!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9TIpon5YNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uRFvZK_kCYQ/s320/FLOUR!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175982489360490706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;yeah, the flour game&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9TIYYn5YMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rGm_xpEluvc/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9TIYYn5YMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rGm_xpEluvc/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175982193007747266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;meet ahmad solihin! :D :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9N3Eon5YGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ez4xOlw2Amc/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9N3Eon5YGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ez4xOlw2Amc/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175611318286770274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;haha. just had to snap a picture of this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from camp yesterday and i slept like a log. oh wonderful bed.&lt;br /&gt;my body still aches like crap and it hurts to even walk. ahh sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. thanks siti for helping to urut yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;it was super ticklish i swear. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the camp was okay, there were fun times and all. (: guess it's all up to one's mindset on how one wants the camp to turn out to be like, right? like if one thinks the camp's gonna be a bore and all, then won't the outcome be like how one thought it would be? HMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted some pictures here. shall post more after i get them from daphane.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's funny how you thought you knew someone and a situation just changes it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4633661371737513278?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4633661371737513278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4633661371737513278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4633661371737513278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4633661371737513278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-thought-id-be-sad-without-you-i_08.html' title='you thought i&apos;d be sad without you;&lt;br&gt;i laughed harder'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R9TJHIn5YPI/AAAAAAAAALA/Lq8Fs6Zh5Ts/s72-c/BITTERGOURD!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7171327176204309468</id><published>2008-03-06T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T04:32:17.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she says to herself,"you've left before;this time you will stay gone for sure"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8_ia0QrKAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lCranSnXnwI/s1600-h/Light_up_my_dayy_by_YellowRubberDuckyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8_ia0QrKAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lCranSnXnwI/s320/Light_up_my_dayy_by_YellowRubberDuckyy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174603447205046274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test results are torn between okay and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;and i reallyreallyreally feel bad like fisheeeeesssss cause i've disappointed mdm zaibon. i just don't seem to click with poa this year. rashi and me suffering the same fate eyy. but it's okay. tryna think positive and keep my hopes up still (: we shall pull this through together alright babe. and mdm zaibon, i'll never let you down promise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec one npcc orientation camp tomorrow. not really ecstatic over it. there goes my suppose-to-be-friday-of-sleeping-early-and-waking-up-late-the-next-day plan.&lt;br /&gt;heh what a shoooorrrtt title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought food stuffs for tomorrow's camp with nadia, shushu and syafiq at giant just now. i had fun and yeah, had a good laugh. :D :D people, nadia sooooo can't push the trolley okay. she'll sondol you like nobody's business. haha. she pushed the trolley till it got caught up with my shoes. then after awhile, she bumped the trolley onto shushu's butt. aiyyyooo. danger ah this woman. haha. anyway, once we're done, syafiq wanted to eat so yeah we sat at the food court. shushu and me bought the french loaf set meal. GOODNESS IT WAS DELISH OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;a must try eyy. heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well obviously an annoying incident happened. you know, there was this sale thingy over at giant just now. they were selling this basket-bowl-like kinda thingy for 10 cents each. so me, nadia and shushu decided to buy for our mumsies la. there was a variety of colours. shushu wanted a blue one cause duhh it was nice. so she asked this aunty if she could trade one of her lime green for her blue. and the old aunty was like,"noo. cannot. just now i told you to faster take you don't want. this is mine. cannot. i like the blue. cannot." and we were like, WHAT THE FISHEESSS! she was being so mean and whatnot la when shushu actually asked nicely and ended her sentence with a please. TSK. like c'mon. she had like around 10 plus of that thingy in blue. can't she trade just one with the lime green? won't die right aunty? like what laaa. then i was like,"eh nadia. we take one, put over her head then run away with the blue one nak?" and nadia was like,"okay ah. you go from left, i go from right." (haha) so merepek ah. but whatever la ehh. i doubt she's even gonna use all of those she bought. pfffffftt. talk about rude and kiasu much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRR some people are just (insert adjectives here).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7171327176204309468?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7171327176204309468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7171327176204309468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7171327176204309468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7171327176204309468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/common-test-results-are-torn-between.html' title='she says to herself,&quot;you&apos;ve left before;&lt;br&gt;this time you will stay gone for sure&quot;'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8_ia0QrKAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lCranSnXnwI/s72-c/Light_up_my_dayy_by_YellowRubberDuckyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-2185894760461744813</id><published>2008-03-03T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:29:39.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she inhales a breath she'd never breathed beforedon't want no drama no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8vSjDP4YiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e5Nz_y_qvD0/s1600-h/disappear_by_TummaKuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8vSjDP4YiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e5Nz_y_qvD0/s320/disappear_by_TummaKuu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173460096574317090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GAINED WEIGHT! like whatthefishessssssssss. ):):):&lt;br /&gt;depressing okaaayy. and i don't care what you people say cause i know myself best. huahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEEEEEE. i know how you feel kaaaaayyy. cause i've been seeing stick figures wherever i go as well. like pffffftttt, i don't care if you're skinny. BUT if you're stick-like, GO GORGE DOWN FOOD HUMAN. and i sure do hope ya'll know that there's such thing as food. yes, the thing we call "food" exists okay? hurrrrrrr. maaaaaaann. i swear i don't mind giving you my fats. at least it'll help when you feel cold kay. FATS ARE FOR WARMTH AND COMFORT. or so i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alah, whatever ah kay. who cares if you prefer sticking your finger down your throat and go through the ever so exciting process of puking right? EHEMEHEM. but bleargh. whatever la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying with aqilah and sandra was so much love! :D :D study together again okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-2185894760461744813?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2185894760461744813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=2185894760461744813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2185894760461744813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2185894760461744813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-inhales-breath-shed-never-breathed.html' title='she inhales a breath she&apos;d never breathed before&lt;br&gt;don&apos;t want no drama no more'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8vSjDP4YiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/e5Nz_y_qvD0/s72-c/disappear_by_TummaKuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-4677518144313369281</id><published>2008-03-02T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:29:12.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand lies have made me colderand i don't think i can look at this the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Pye_Cf8ii2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Pye_Cf8ii2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't make someone a priority when they only make you as an option in their life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-4677518144313369281?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4677518144313369281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=4677518144313369281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4677518144313369281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/4677518144313369281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-lies-have-made-me-colder-and-i.html' title='a thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br&gt;and i don&apos;t think i can look at this the same'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5544889523647173059</id><published>2008-03-02T05:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T06:10:00.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll live happily ever afterand i'll take all your pain away</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8q1JDP4YhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qJTpTuYEwCM/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8q1JDP4YhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qJTpTuYEwCM/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173146289083802130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so much fun. (: finally a family day out after ages of not going out together. went shopping and whatnot though it was pouring heavily. everything was nice but the rain kinda made the outing leceh and all. but it's okay. hujan itu nikmat kan? :D :D heeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise sister's been there for me like always. eventhough i tend to push her away at times, she's the one who is able to keep my super deepest and darkest secrets and the one whom i'm able to talk to about anything under the lovely blue sky. (: dearest sis, i'm thankful to have you in my life. and i love you oh so very much okay. thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;biar beputar utara selatan ku tak putus harapan sedia setia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5544889523647173059?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5544889523647173059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5544889523647173059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5544889523647173059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5544889523647173059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-live-happily-ever-after-and-ill.html' title='we&apos;ll live happily ever after&lt;br&gt;and i&apos;ll take all your pain away'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R8q1JDP4YhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qJTpTuYEwCM/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-5855446074132878658</id><published>2008-03-01T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:18:17.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new worlda dazzling place i've never seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog's reopen (: and i wanna start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;no cursing and swearing and stuffs like that here okaaaaayy.&lt;br /&gt;no emo shiets either. okay maybe a teensy bit when i feel down.&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY, promise it'll mostly be about happy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;-grins extra wideeeeeeeely- :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE LIFE'S TOO SHORT FOR THE DOWNS RIGHT? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5855446074132878658?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5855446074132878658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5855446074132878658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5855446074132878658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5855446074132878658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/03/whole-new-world.html' title='a whole new world&lt;br&gt;a dazzling place i&apos;ve never seen'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1917124486455524630</id><published>2008-02-07T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:31:51.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it gets cold and it feels like the endbefore the doors close and it comes to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tQvlMRdxKG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tQvlMRdxKG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i'm having that moody crap type of feeling again. ):&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when this type of feelings just come gushing in.&lt;br /&gt;urgh okay whatever, am not gonna care am not gonna care.&lt;br /&gt;-whistles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1917124486455524630?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1917124486455524630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1917124486455524630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1917124486455524630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1917124486455524630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-it-gets-cold-and-it-feels-like-end.html' title='when it gets cold and it feels like the end&lt;br&gt;before the doors close and it comes to an end'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-7118298679087201101</id><published>2008-02-06T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:32:34.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will take you in my armshold you right where you belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R6nLmX-jubI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-G4vge_ZWfE/s1600-h/Image024-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R6nLmX-jubI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-G4vge_ZWfE/s320/Image024-edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882307888855474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R6nLm3-jucI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8vZf5uxbDqU/s1600-h/sephia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R6nLm3-jucI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8vZf5uxbDqU/s320/sephia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882316478790082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R6nLnH-judI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uz81GSf-IHY/s1600-h/syauqi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R6nLnH-judI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uz81GSf-IHY/s320/syauqi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882320773757394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;just a simple edit cause i'm not in the mood for editting pictures. HAH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;my two lovely sweethearts. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. congrats to kak yana for the pertunangan.&lt;br /&gt;best wishes and regards to you alright. ;D huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;when the visions around you brings tears to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and all that surrounds you are secrets and lies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;whoever(s), count me out of the picture.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7118298679087201101?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7118298679087201101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7118298679087201101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7118298679087201101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7118298679087201101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-take-you-in-my-arms-hold-you.html' title='i will take you in my arms&lt;br&gt;hold you right where you belong'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R6nLmX-jubI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-G4vge_ZWfE/s72-c/Image024-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8257977261915663641</id><published>2008-01-31T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T04:54:50.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's take it back to three years agowhen you said that we could make it through whatever ever</title><content type='html'>i feel like taking a picture of my left knee and make you puke/choke while eating or something. hahahaha. nahh i'm not that bad. and the injury's not that horrible looking either, just hurts. you know, the prickly feeling. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. humairah's one sick little witch i tell you! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;how could she ever have the thought of sandpaper-ing someone's injured knee?&lt;br /&gt;stay away from me woman! XP haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh bio spa tomorrow! depressing. ):&lt;br /&gt;and i'm already feeling sleepy but homework's not done.&lt;br /&gt;depressing times two. ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8257977261915663641?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8257977261915663641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8257977261915663641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8257977261915663641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8257977261915663641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-take-it-back-to-three-years-ago.html' title='let&apos;s take it back to three years ago&lt;br&gt;when you said that we could make it through whatever ever'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-8092570161623014053</id><published>2008-01-27T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T04:44:34.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking from the window aboveit's like a story of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5Ol1D8FT81/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5Ol1D8FT81/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was cancelled cause we went to visit aunty lin instead today. we all wish you a speedy recovery kay! :D :D and congrats to your newborn baby boy! huhu. another dude has been brought to the family yo! he's one month plus premature but it's okay. insya'allah he'll be alright. (: can't wait to see dearest baby boy cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROW! ): why must weekends end ever so quickly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8092570161623014053?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8092570161623014053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8092570161623014053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8092570161623014053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8092570161623014053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-from-window-above-its-like.html' title='looking from the window above&lt;br&gt;it&apos;s like a story of love'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-591954294958935968</id><published>2008-01-25T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:05:01.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i remember how you used to sayhave no fear be okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnk3-juUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DEWAgCDYZT4/s1600-h/25012008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnk3-juUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DEWAgCDYZT4/s320/25012008(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159690943793969474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlH-juVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qIuGRNmpijo/s1600-h/25012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlH-juVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qIuGRNmpijo/s320/25012008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159690948088936786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlH-juWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xP8rEKQ_PVc/s1600-h/25012008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlH-juWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xP8rEKQ_PVc/s320/25012008(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159690948088936802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlX-juXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eSxms6iLSto/s1600-h/25012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlX-juXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eSxms6iLSto/s320/25012008(005).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159690952383904114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlX-juYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zywDqScrNe4/s1600-h/25012008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnlX-juYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zywDqScrNe4/s320/25012008(008).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159690952383904130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rn3H-juZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KokHkqy7lj4/s1600-h/25012008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rn3H-juZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KokHkqy7lj4/s320/25012008(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159691257326582162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rn3X-juaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jBgKD9XtjIA/s1600-h/25012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rn3X-juaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jBgKD9XtjIA/s320/25012008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159691261621549474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it's nice to laugh so much though it's making your tummy hurts like shiets!&lt;br /&gt;;D ;D ;D how wonderful life is(?) eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh gee and me found wondeful books in the library yo!&lt;br /&gt;pinjam once you're done with it kaaayy? screw library fines. /:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-591954294958935968?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/591954294958935968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=591954294958935968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/591954294958935968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/591954294958935968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-remember-how-you-used-to-say-have-no.html' title='i remember how you used to say&lt;br&gt;have no fear be okay'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5rnk3-juUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DEWAgCDYZT4/s72-c/25012008(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-5646202672696952792</id><published>2008-01-24T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:45:38.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause you know i'd walk a thousand milesif i could just see you tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hlW0TkfmGq/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hlW0TkfmGq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o'level results are out today! ;D congrats to all the people. even you did as expected or otherwise. you've tried your very best and that's what counts alright? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at the shop near to gee's house today. i miss eating the fried frozen food there. ahh delish! oh gee and me were annoyed they didn't sell anymore juices. WE WANTED GREEN APPLE OKAY. isk nak untung nyer pasal kan? and as gee would go,"kurang ajar btol." i've just realised you uttered that phrase for countless of times today. haha. okay random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sufi slow la. he called when i've just board the bus. he was late for like a few seconds? zomggg. kentalllll, haha. nevermind. i'll meet you soon kay? and i miss you treating me kfc/bk or any other food. *hinthint ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAFIQA DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna meet you tomorrow after school or something kay? we'll go out for a drink or makan aight? i hope you're doing fine right now. (: i love you so much to see you hurt like this. and gosh you worried me like hell okay. syahirah and mama and kak zana and all were worried sick too dearest. take care alright? and STAY STRONG GIRL! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5646202672696952792?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5646202672696952792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5646202672696952792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5646202672696952792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5646202672696952792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/cause-you-know-id-walk-thousand-miles.html' title='cause you know i&apos;d walk a thousand miles&lt;br&gt;if i could just see you tonight'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5617062190198774073</id><published>2008-01-23T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:31:56.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to fall and lose myselflaughing so hard it hurts like hell</title><content type='html'>we had the cip thingy today. so yeah, we distributed flyers door to door. hell it wasn't easy okay. it turned out to be tiring. from going up and down the staircases with our bags and whatnot. hmphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group was with syahieda, syafiq and zul. the dudes went to the left side of the block and syahieda and me went to the right side. thus we ended up not doing the middle part of the block. hahaha. and zul somewhat became super rajin and decided to go back up again to distribute the flyers. KNOW WHAT? he's smart la. he gave each door around god knows how much each in order to finish the excess flyers. hahahahaha. wth kan? but tkper la. tak yah waste paper klau gitu. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that bubble tea for me and syahieda! and syahieda made me laugh so much laaa! hahahahahahahaha. i swear i had stomach cramps because of that kaaaaaayy. gosh you make me laugh a lot. :D :D :D haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5617062190198774073?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5617062190198774073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5617062190198774073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5617062190198774073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5617062190198774073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-want-to-fall-and-lose-myself.html' title='i just want to fall and lose myself&lt;br&gt;laughing so hard it hurts like hell'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-466892307126114024</id><published>2008-01-23T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:39:36.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with you i can let my hair down, i can do anything crazyi know you'll catch me right before i hit the ground</title><content type='html'>i was suppose to blog about this yesterday but was too tired. i didn't even look at the computer when i entered my room kaaay. okay no. maybe i did glance. haha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is, i'd rather sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i swear gee and me laughed like two lunatics yesterday. it was all cause of this thingy that both of us wanted la. then gee confident nak beli, talking bout that thing and all. suddenly she was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEE: EH SHIT! AKU BAWAK DUIT KE TAK AH?&lt;br /&gt;SAL AKU LETAK NOTES AKU KAT DALAM BAG.&lt;br /&gt;ME: HUH? MANER LA AKU TAU?&lt;br /&gt;GEE: -COUNTS MONEY- ALAMAK. AKU TAK CUKUP DUIT.&lt;br /&gt;ME: HAHAHAHAHA! THEN CONFIDENT LA SEEEEYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we both burst our laughing. cause gee was like,"siak ah kau. aku sedih sey kau cakap aku cam gitu." with her face and whatnot. made me laugh even harder laaa. hahahahaha! didn't know gee could ever react that way. then we tried to figure out ways to buy that thing with the amount of money that gee had. and like duhh we came out with super ridiculous things. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. even the thought of yesterday's convo made me laugh. i feel stupid laughing infront of my comp while typing this out. hahahahahahahaha. okay stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus there were other stuffs that we talked about that i can't remember. gosh i couldn't even breathe properly from all that laughter. and i had to squat trying to regain my breathing rate. but it didn't help la duhhh! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gee. i think i missed out a lot of stuffs. but hah. nevermind. you continue.&lt;br /&gt;HUHU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-466892307126114024?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/466892307126114024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=466892307126114024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/466892307126114024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/466892307126114024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/with-you-i-can-let-my-hair-down-i-can.html' title='with you i can let my hair down, i can do anything crazy&lt;br&gt;i know you&apos;ll catch me right before i hit the ground'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5327437762069401630</id><published>2008-01-21T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:25:10.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't see it comingi should have started running</title><content type='html'>dinner was filled with different types of conversational topics. haha.&lt;br /&gt;first it was funny cum weird stuffs. then suddenly we went emo.&lt;br /&gt;then it was pure silence. then we went happy back again. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the emo topic made my sis and me cry.&lt;br /&gt;cause it was about our late grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;swear i miss them like nobody's business. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fudge. sean's being annoying like abcdef.&lt;br /&gt;eff cares. i'm not gonna talk to him if he's gonna continue with this shitty attitude of his. whoever possesed him and whatever happened to the old sean? urgh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supersuper tired. to make things worse, there's maths test tomorrow. and everybody's saying that the test was hard and whatnot. i've never clicked with angles really. oh no. let me correct that. i've never clicked with maths. D: i'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things running through my mind as well. okay not really. my mind's kinda blank. but anyway. i WAS thinking about some stuffs before i started to blog okaaaaayy. i think i'm starting to think too much. no, i AM thinking too much. okay i should prolly shut up now. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. (that's me screaming my lungs out get it?) gahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW PLEASE. tuesday(s) always seem to feel long. like as if the clock enjoyed taking its own sweet time to tick, tock and tick and tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on the brink of insanity. and no, don't save me. :/&lt;br /&gt;be gone human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5327437762069401630?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5327437762069401630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5327437762069401630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5327437762069401630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5327437762069401630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-didnt-see-it-coming-i-should-have.html' title='i didn&apos;t see it coming&lt;br&gt;i should have started running'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-3033908098930116911</id><published>2008-01-19T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:05:30.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just don't belong herei hope you understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5H3oxJTv9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/mWXksk-fo_o/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5H3oxJTv9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/mWXksk-fo_o/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157175328075136978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5H3phJTv-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/07QtFHPEytQ/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5H3phJTv-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/07QtFHPEytQ/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157175340960038882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you should have never crossed the limits&lt;br /&gt;now it's done and we can't turn back&lt;br /&gt;you should have known about this&lt;br /&gt;now the words you said in mid-air, hanging&lt;br /&gt;you know you should have kept them&lt;br /&gt;those words to yourself, only yourself&lt;br /&gt;to leave them words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;leave them one side cold and frozen&lt;br /&gt;leave them so no one knows&lt;br /&gt;oh boy why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;you and me, we can never be&lt;br /&gt;god, i'm through with this&lt;br /&gt;told myself to not go through another shit.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-3033908098930116911?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3033908098930116911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=3033908098930116911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3033908098930116911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/3033908098930116911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-so-hard-to-say-but-i-gotta-do-whats.html' title='i just don&apos;t belong here&lt;br&gt;i hope you understand'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R5H3oxJTv9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/mWXksk-fo_o/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-8552406965983049419</id><published>2008-01-19T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:38:11.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the whole world is goneyou won't be alone cause i'll be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Farina Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this in gee's blog. HMM INTERESTING. haha. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest gee and dee.&lt;br /&gt;the so called not talking to each other was really dumb i swear. haha. it was suppose to be a joke/funfun kinda thing but somewhat got out of hand. and i have to admit, i swear it was hard like shit to try and avoid talking to you two and whatnot. hahaha. but anyway. i love you two so much kay! :D :D :D and let's promise not to let the same shit happen again okay? huhu. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HERE'S THE SONG I WANNA DEDICATE! ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sc7mcjFOWJg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sc7mcjFOWJg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;alamaaaaaaakk. farina's like so sweeeeet or what la sey? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-8552406965983049419?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8552406965983049419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=8552406965983049419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8552406965983049419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/8552406965983049419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-farina-means-you-are-loving.html' title='when the whole world is gone&lt;br&gt;you won&apos;t be alone cause i&apos;ll be there'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-2733618189032813727</id><published>2008-01-17T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:43:42.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart can't possibly breakwhen it wasn't even whole to start with</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;WHEN THE SUN SHINES WE'LL SHINE TOGETHER&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R49QxBJTv7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/yRKgkvNFC2A/s1600-h/Image004-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R49QxBJTv7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/yRKgkvNFC2A/s320/Image004-edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156428901413797810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R49QxRJTv8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UlnKArYIFVU/s1600-h/Image006-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R49QxRJTv8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UlnKArYIFVU/s320/Image006-edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156428905708765122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a girl is sitting down in silence, sadness has gotten over her and she needs time alone. when a girl starts to cry, she's letting her whole heart out to show how much pain she's feeling but when she's singing and dancing and going crazy like you've never seen before, it's more than just hurt and pain she's feeling. it's just madness telling her,"hey i need a break from all my troubles!" she's neither crying nor mourning. it's all the feelings put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat out with 2e1'06 darlings was so much love. ;D oh plus justin too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love them all. and zul made me laughed hard with his magic trick.&lt;br /&gt;show me again okay? huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;and nobody has to know.&lt;br /&gt;let's leave some things unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-2733618189032813727?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2733618189032813727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=2733618189032813727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2733618189032813727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/2733618189032813727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-heart-cant-possible-break-when-it.html' title='my heart can&apos;t possibly break&lt;br&gt;when it wasn&apos;t even whole to start with'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R49QxBJTv7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/yRKgkvNFC2A/s72-c/Image004-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-1369228443845417553</id><published>2008-01-13T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T03:56:35.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes in life you feel the fight is overit's what they call the rise and fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;TAUBAT SEORANG HAMBA - IRSYADEE FEAT. HAFIZ HAMIDUN&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2dOpEohwo4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2dOpEohwo4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i swear i love this song. ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks when the heavy load of homework finally starts to sink in. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashiq makes me laugh good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and you're on the way down i can't wait to see you burn&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: i'm nice enough. i don't wish you ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise i've got 4 different smileys in this post. HMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1369228443845417553?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1369228443845417553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1369228443845417553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1369228443845417553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1369228443845417553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-in-life-you-feel-fight-is.html' title='sometimes in life you feel the fight is over&lt;br&gt;it&apos;s what they call the rise and fall'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-5817501805461861269</id><published>2008-01-12T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T07:10:36.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause you helped me open up my eyesshow me things I could never see</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; oh cloudy day at TP&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4jAKBJTv6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SdCoTdSucQA/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4jAKBJTv6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SdCoTdSucQA/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154581051864235938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_xxJTv1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zVPcCv910aY/s1600-h/Image026-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_xxJTv1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zVPcCv910aY/s320/Image026-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154580635252408146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet syahieda darling ;D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yBJTv2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tIp5L6aP6qA/s1600-h/Image033-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yBJTv2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tIp5L6aP6qA/s320/Image033-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154580639547375458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yBJTv3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/mfQFjJhun8c/s1600-h/Image031-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yBJTv3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/mfQFjJhun8c/s320/Image031-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154580639547375474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yRJTv4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/cTkId-KuS7A/s1600-h/Image034-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yRJTv4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/cTkId-KuS7A/s320/Image034-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154580643842342786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet nadia and farah darlings ;D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yhJTv5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9uKT0R0vC34/s1600-h/Image029-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4i_yhJTv5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9uKT0R0vC34/s320/Image029-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154580648137310098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE MIMI. I'M UPDATING OKAAAAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's tp open house was nice. :D and it was a last minute decision to go actually. hmm. so anyway. went with syahieda, nadia, farah and illya. then sharifah and alex tagged along. HAHAHAHA. walking to the bus stop was retarded. i brought them to the further stop when we could have taken the bus from interchange. SORRY EH PEOPLE. had to walk in the hothothot sun. HEEEEEEE. XD but takper. at least we got to excersice kan kan kan? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once there, we each took a bag and designed our own shirts and whatnot. suddenly mimi came from behind. so she tagged along as well. we took forever to think of what to write on our shirt i swear. haha. sorry that dude for having to wait for us eyy. so we went to the engineering school first. it was cool there. the high-tech stuffs and all. farah and illya had fun playing around with the stuffs i guess. haha. and farah now doesn't have to do magic tricks using card anymore ehh. now can use hands ajer ah. cheychey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was design school. hafidz told us there was a fashion show going on but we came a bit too late. so yeah. missed the show. ahh sedih. but takper. some other time? the clothes were cool. original stuffs yo! ;D and god knows how those people managed to draw that nicely. i swear if i were to do that, the paper would tear and whatnot due to vigorous erasing. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, BUSINESS SCHOOL! :D :D :D that's our favourite i must say. mass com. was the best. and we witnessed some dj at work. interestinginteresting. we were already dead tired by the time we're at business school. so we decided to fool around and took every brochure available there for fun. haha. tak btol eh. and mimi kurang asam btol. she took like a lot a lot and passed them all to me. so i had like, multiple brochures with me. -.- THANKS EH THANKS. anyway, we took banyak sweets there. and one of the dude was like,"so you come here for sweets only la?" haha. sort of? lapar la from walking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final stop was 1st avenue. and farah, aiyaiyai. she has to be extraextra careful i guess? haha. tahu2 every (fill in the blank) in the shop there she (fill in the blank). im being nice by not saying what happened kaaaaay. huhu. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW. EKA IS SUPERSUPERSUPER LUCKY. she managed to win an apple ipod shuffle from this lucky draw thingy. lucky or what la sey? haha. best nyaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terserempak with many people there. like kak fiza, hafidz, jolyn, farah nadia. plus other np people from prcs and other people i can't remember who. haha. and farah nadia sempat to say,"see you on sunday!" la sey. you had to remind me of madrasah eh. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to eat with syahieda and my sister at macd. there was just too much to talk about (fill in the blank) and it was never ending eh. haha. reached home around 9 plus and i was totally drained out. HAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5817501805461861269?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5817501805461861269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5817501805461861269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5817501805461861269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5817501805461861269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-cloudy-day-at-tp-meet-syahieda.html' title='cause you helped me open up my eyes&lt;br&gt;show me things I could never see'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4jAKBJTv6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SdCoTdSucQA/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-5038362106413188701</id><published>2008-01-10T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:06:58.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna screamit makes me feel alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;AIN'T NO WAY - CHRIS BROWN&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dk1GbGIFb0w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dk1GbGIFb0w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300"height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HOTSTUFF BAYBEHH!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. sorry nadia about the macd thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my voice ter-over tinggi ah. heeee! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. farah is seerrrlooowwww.&lt;br /&gt;she's just figured out something which occured last year?&lt;br /&gt;haha. belo la girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about belo. omgxzszxzszxsz. i was so semangat to sembahyang and all just now. sekali tahutahu, when i started to baca doa, the first doa i read was doa tidur. HAHAHAHA. kentaaaalllll&lt;br /&gt;la seeeeyyyy. eesheesh. nie sumer skolah nyer pasal. buat orang penat sangat sampai bila nak baca&lt;br /&gt;doa iftitah, terbaca doa tidur pulak. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHIDAH WANTS 19 ANAKS.&lt;br /&gt;7 NAMA HARI. 12 NAMA BULAN.&lt;br /&gt;we'll wait and see eh girl.&lt;br /&gt;macam paham ajer ditu. huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-5038362106413188701?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5038362106413188701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=5038362106413188701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5038362106413188701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/5038362106413188701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanna-scream-it-makes-me-feel-alive.html' title='i wanna scream&lt;br&gt;it makes me feel alive'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1264833311575025713</id><published>2008-01-08T04:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:32:24.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now he's losing itshe doesn't care</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;ALY &amp; AJ - CAREFUL WITH WORDS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GV_NK3gvjk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GV_NK3gvjk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song's to whoever it may concern.&lt;br /&gt;-plays cricket sound-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;screw the effed up rumours.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i'm not happy. HMMMMPPPHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1264833311575025713?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1264833311575025713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1264833311575025713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1264833311575025713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1264833311575025713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/told-through-jealous-eyes-they-dont.html' title='now he&apos;s losing it&lt;br&gt;she doesn&apos;t care'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-1002058274101904817</id><published>2008-01-06T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:22:40.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and if forever ends one dayi promise you i'll stay</title><content type='html'>getting to meet the madrasah darlings was nice. been so long yeahhh. aww, much misses! ;D and it seems like it &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; a small world eyy elly? haha. AISYAH AND ME HAVE TELEPATHIC POWER WHEN IT COMES TO PARENT-LIKE NAGGING YO! HAHAHAHA. were laughing our asses off during the skit practice. interesting interesting. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not attending any madrasah outing yeah. promise i'll make it to the next one eyy siddique. sorry you had to blast off over the recent one. heh. it was a last minute change i swear. won't happen again? heeee. anyway, i've promised you i'll reallyreally try to make it for the next outing. so yeah. shall keep to it alright. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-1002058274101904817?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1002058274101904817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=1002058274101904817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1002058274101904817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/1002058274101904817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/but-if-forever-ends-one-day-ill-promise.html' title='and if forever ends one day&lt;br&gt;i promise you i&apos;ll stay'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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-5192544239683125707.post-119056847405167193</id><published>2008-01-06T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:32:15.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if your sky is grey oh let me knowthere's a place in heaven where we'll go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4C8MxJTv0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8dnY9YpRGJ4/s1600-h/everything+that+wasnt+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4C8MxJTv0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8dnY9YpRGJ4/s320/everything+that+wasnt+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152324901248679746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's about an indonesian movie i watched yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl. her name's sasha. sasha vowed to become a tomboy as her sister died from being raped. she promised to be a strong girl and to never let the same incident happen to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, she accidentally bumped into a guy. his name is arnold. arnold was cute, rich and whatevernot you want in a guy. so she fell for him. however, arnold prefers girls who are feminine and elegant. those type who wears high heels and do girly girl stuffs. for arnold's sake, she broke her vow and changed into a girly girl. sasha started wearing skirts and high heels. she even tried to join the cheerleading squad. with the help of one of her best frieds, lola, she became a girly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha's another best friend, ronald, however, disagreed with the whole situation. he said to her, "he doesn't love you because you're beautiful. you're beautiful because he loves you." he tried to convince her that arnold doesn't really love her as he only started to notice her when she had changed into a girly girl. sasha got angry with ronald for saying such things and didn't talk to him for a some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha did many things for arnold. she even cooked for him. all this to impress arnold. sasha's birthday was nearing and she was going to have a party. so she invited arnold and her schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, on her birthday. arnold went up to stage. she though arnold was going to confess his love for her and maybe ask her for stead. shockingly, he confessed his love to another girl, dina, ronald's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while, arnold only pretended to like sasha back. it was all a plot. dina planned it all. dina wanted to seek revenge on sasha. she was angry and hurt cause all the time when she was with ronald, the only thing ronald would talk about was sasha. sasha this, sasha that, sasha sasha everywhere. so she persuaded arnold to get back at sasha for the hurt she felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dina wanted sasha to know how it feels like if the guy you love never once loved you back. not even a small piece of his heart belonged to dina. it was all sasha. all this while, sasha was the only one he loved. he's with dina at sight but with sasha at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-119056847405167193?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/119056847405167193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=119056847405167193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/119056847405167193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/119056847405167193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-your-sky-is-grey-oh-let-me-know.html' title='if your sky is grey oh let me know&lt;br&gt;there&apos;s a place in heaven where we&apos;ll go'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</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/_pZeA1kovsZQ/R4C8MxJTv0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8dnY9YpRGJ4/s72-c/everything+that+wasnt+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192544239683125707.post-7919147356591601029</id><published>2008-01-04T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T05:03:56.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the end i wanna be standingat the beginning with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;SUM 41 - BEST OF ME&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PS54dhMLavs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PS54dhMLavs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TODAY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;the seminar was just so wonderful. and it's really an eye-awakening thing for me. made me realise my mistakes and all. like how ungrateful i've been, taking advantage of things and not appreciating the things i have around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest friends,&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful i have known each and everyone of you in my life and i'm certainly very grateful to have ya'll in my life. (: words can never describe how much ya'll mean to me. although we may have misunderstandings at times, that's what helps to strengthen our bond when we talk things out and all. i'm sorry for not saying thank you to ya'll for the wonderful friendship we've made. so here i am. SORRY AND THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;ILYA'LL! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syahieda darling.&lt;br /&gt;you'll always have us by your side. WE ARE FAMILY, remember? so cry not, and wipe your tears dearest. we'll go through hardships together. we love you and will always be there for you. even if it's 4 in the morning. (: stay strong girl. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we may be able to set our alarm clock at night. but we may not be able to wake up to set it off the next morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUCHED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192544239683125707-7919147356591601029?l=skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7919147356591601029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192544239683125707&amp;postID=7919147356591601029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7919147356591601029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192544239683125707/posts/default/7919147356591601029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skipping-goodbye.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-end-i-wanna-be-standing-at-beginning.html' title='in the end i wanna be standing&lt;br&gt;at the beginning with you'/><author><name>farinaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899122563869453830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
