tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20254553826953582262011-07-28T09:40:23.369-07:00FireawayJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509764210504649099noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025455382695358226.post-89035127109115829552009-09-17T13:29:00.000-07:002009-09-17T13:56:21.655-07:00Cause I Love Green.<span style="color:#33cc00;">Hello You.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ramadhan is coming to an end and im pretty much sure that meera is on cloud 9 considering the fact that shes always whining to me that shes thirsty or hungry or whtever.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">And she gets even more pissed off when i constantly gave her a O.o look each time she speaks to me.(Apparently, both sisters hates talking to me. I wonder.)</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I dont bother replying them. Who does!?</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Cause all im hearing is;</span><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">askjdfyelsakef? jfdidfhoi!? OII! JDSHFUSAHFALJHUDHF!!???? UGHHHH!!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">(its like they dont speak english!)</span></em><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Then they just storms off, and i, well, i end up grinning :D</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Its becoming a norm. Oh come on, its fun so shoosh.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Anyways, besides living with two very entertaining sisters, and by that i meant annoying every shit out of them, i have been superbly busy with house chores and the bakings and the watching tv and all the screaming at my sisters to help me out(half the time they dont) and</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">BOY im worn out!</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Oh, i took pictures while doing my chores to show my mum how hard i've worked and will be uploaded(: soon.i think.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Alright! its time for my pre-dawn meal. Gonna help mum out(:</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">PEACE OUT.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025455382695358226-8903512710911582955?l=invitationonlygrantfarewells.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509764210504649099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025455382695358226.post-10651250417129491942009-09-15T12:29:00.000-07:002009-09-15T12:44:55.664-07:00Cause when they laugh, i laugh.<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlWzSYyqKps&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlWzSYyqKps&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p>:D</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025455382695358226-1065125041712949194?l=invitationonlygrantfarewells.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509764210504649099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025455382695358226.post-18039021637389109322009-09-14T10:27:00.000-07:002009-09-14T10:48:22.400-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cWFYDjF_G4/Sq6BQlwoLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SoLdCUl-zw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090717_19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381380726768283186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cWFYDjF_G4/Sq6BQlwoLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SoLdCUl-zw/s320/Snapshot_20090717_19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#663333;">New Blog!</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">As much as it breaks my heart to delete the previous one which i shant elaborate much on,</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">I've decided to start on a new one.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">You see, my life is boring enough with a blog but its far much worse without one.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">Because THERE ARE days where you feel like typing everything out creating new chapters of your life of every second of everyday and it made me realise, that the memories in a blog holds much more than your own to remember.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">Well, right now, theres only thing to exaggarate on;</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">TIME FLIES FASTER THAN A ROCKET AT ITS MAX!</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">And hell no it aint a good thing.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">Cause i'm having a hard time catching up.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">Hari Raya is just around the corner.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">$) ICANGOSHOPPING!</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">k gonna play combat arms with taufik.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">BYEEE.</span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;">ps; wouldnt it be great if theres two of me to look at?</span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">HA-HA.</span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">kofficiallyggoff.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025455382695358226-1803902163738910932?l=invitationonlygrantfarewells.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509764210504649099noreply@blogger.com0