<?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-6003540245351718530</id><updated>2011-12-31T18:51:46.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A twist in her story.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-8068776208824012495</id><published>2011-12-31T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T05:03:19.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip down the memory lane</title><content type='html'>Sedar tak sedar dah nak masuk tahun baru dah.&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the time go eh? *musykil*&lt;br /&gt;My writing skill is getting poorer these days. Including this one, this will be the seventh post for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;I should blog more in 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let see what I have achieved so far in 2011.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx2fmo1sXf1qbterfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx2fmo1sXf1qbterfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx2fmo1sXf1qbterfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Source : Tumblr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;To buy BlackBerry Bold 9700&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; - I bought a HTC Desire instead of BB Bold. That counts right?&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;To be FIT, not FAT!&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Erk. Have to carry forward in 2012. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;To move out&lt;/b&gt; - I will not move out soon, so this one is KIV.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;To save more money, and to spend less money&lt;/b&gt; - Carry forward.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;To become Great Teacher Lisa - &lt;/b&gt;Again, carry forward.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;To be more optimistic, to have positive views about life so that I can be a better person&lt;/b&gt; - Same!&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;To enjoy life to the fullest!&lt;/b&gt; - Again. The same.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;To get married (?)&lt;/b&gt; - No comment at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One out of eight? Aiyaaa. *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;Daymmm. Gotta be more realistic this 2012.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make it short and sweet, so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2012 Resolutions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be healthy. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be gone fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To have financial budget. &lt;i&gt;Less shop, more saving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To be spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;4. To be a better person. To forgive and to forget.&lt;br /&gt;5. To be happy and make other people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2012 Wishes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brand new laptop&lt;br /&gt;- Brand new car. KIV. &lt;br /&gt;- Brand new husband? Hee. No comment. I'm happy the way it is now. I'll be waiting for him. Tapi jangan lama-lama ye, Mr Giggles? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2011, thanks for the memories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2012, please be good to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-8068776208824012495?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8068776208824012495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=8068776208824012495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8068776208824012495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8068776208824012495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2011/12/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A trip down the memory lane'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-3549577519614591960</id><published>2011-12-01T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:38:37.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><content type='html'>I was having a hard time to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on thinking,&lt;br /&gt;"What's driven me to stay alive?"&lt;br /&gt;"What would I want to achieve in life?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are the things that I wanna do before I die?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't come up with a list of 100 things to do before I die like the guys from "The Buried Life", but I'm positive about this short term goal of mine, which of course is realistic, and that is to have my own mini library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://besttopdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://besttopdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source : Google&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, how cool is that to have your own library in your house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am a book lover myself, so this is like heaven for me. A mini heaven to be precise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So from now on, I will keep on collecting &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; books, and read them of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wish me luck ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/37832_429631757768_113111102768_4513851_118544_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/37832_429631757768_113111102768_4513851_118544_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source : BookXcess' wall photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A book a day, keeps boredom away" - Anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-3549577519614591960?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3549577519614591960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=3549577519614591960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3549577519614591960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3549577519614591960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2011/12/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a little dream'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-150592122253444485</id><published>2011-11-29T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:39:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me much?</title><content type='html'>Please ignore the title. Saje gedik-ing kejap.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm back! And I'm back for good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of losing my weight this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, ramai cakap aku dah gems. Gems as in G to the E to the M to the U to the K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So my mission during this holiday, is to lose some weight and be fit.&lt;br /&gt;Kira azam tahun baru lah ni.&lt;br /&gt;But no diet for me. Takde perkataan DIET dalam kamus hidup aku. &lt;i&gt;Nada&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So exercising is the answer. No pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a little faith in myself. Dah cuti sebulan ni penyakit M makin menjadi-jadi lah. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough babbling. Gonna babble to you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-150592122253444485?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/150592122253444485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=150592122253444485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/150592122253444485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/150592122253444485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-me-much.html' title='Miss me much?'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-520533585293121835</id><published>2011-08-13T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T21:50:44.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja Gila!</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Salam and Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been another 3 months since I last updated my blog. Gila punya busy cikgu ni!&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup, I am busy, stressed out, pening kepala, seram sejuk, tak senang duduk, anxious, nervous, gelabah, afraid, confused. You name it. Semua ada.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you must be wondering, what is wrong with me? Apo kono jang?&lt;br /&gt;Well, biasa lah, work problems, family problems, love problems, marriage problems, blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait, marriage problems? Bila masa lak Lisa kahwin?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, takde la. Memang belum kawin lagi. Takde jodoh lagi. Aku just stress bangat bila ramai orang tanya pasal kahwin kat aku. Sebabnya, aku takde plan langsung about it. Seriously peeps. Bukan taknak plan, ada banyak gila plan in my mind ni, but, whats the use kalau sebelah pihak lagi tamau cerita pasal bab-bab tu dengan aku, just yet. Plus, aku pun tak bersedia lagi, eventhough bila tengok ramai kawan-kawan dah tunang, kahwin, and dapat baby (!) memang aku jealous gila! &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Eh, berapa kali gila aku dah mentioned eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh, dah lari topik la. Tajuk tulis kerja gila kan. So patut cerita pasal tu la kan.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, pasal kerja gila tu, tetiba aku terfikir semalam, my life is so fricking boring, and I feel like doing something extreme, like really extreme, for instance:&lt;br /&gt;- fly away from here to any place that comes up to mind like the land down under ke, the city of mushy love like Seoul ke &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(eh, bukan city of love tu Paris ke?)&lt;/span&gt;, tempat yang sejuk-sejuk lah, without telling anyone.&lt;br /&gt;- go backpacking ke &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(eh, bukan lebih kurang cam kat atas ni ke?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tak pergi sekolah for days, shutting off all kinds of communication and just lie in bed, doing nothing other than sleeping, or should I say hibernating?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;- and anything yang extreme lah, can think of another one. Puasa lah. Hehe :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own kerja gila that you really wanna do but cannot make it happen due to work, family or money? Please do share with me ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Pardon me for the rojak language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-520533585293121835?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/520533585293121835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=520533585293121835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/520533585293121835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/520533585293121835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2011/08/kerja-gila.html' title='Kerja Gila!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-9086306962018006191</id><published>2011-05-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:05:22.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In hiatus!</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah, sedar tak sedar rupa-rupa nya dah tiga bulan aku tak update blog. Tiga bulan babe! Sibuk bebenor cikgu ni. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde la. Nak cakap sibuk tu memang lah sibuk, tapi orang lain pun sibuk juga kan, tapi boleh je update blog tiap-tiap hari. Bukan apa, there's nothing interesting happened to me lately, so there's nothing to update kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pergi sekolah, balik sekolah, tidur, makan, tidur balik&lt;/i&gt;. Itu je lah kerja aku seharian.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Plus minus with all the works yang aku bawa balik setiap hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Last Friday I went to Maroon 5's concert and my baby Desire just turned 2 weeks old! &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ke 3 weeks old eh? I can't remember it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUYgvADYpuA/TcXqjKXj7kI/AAAAAAAAARU/BVeEkkqGC4U/s1600/IMAG0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUYgvADYpuA/TcXqjKXj7kI/AAAAAAAAARU/BVeEkkqGC4U/s320/IMAG0021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Adam Levine! I love you!&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard so many news about my friends, my cousins getting engaged, getting married out of the blue. Honestly, I'm really jealous with y'all but I'm extremely happy though! Semoga berbahagia hingga ke anak cucu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm? What about me? Hee. Don't ask. I don't have any plans to get engaged or even married soon. So don't worry, I won't drop a bomb and surprise you guys with the news that I'm already married. Maybe in 3-4 years time, hopefully. I want to enjoy my single life first, commitment is not in my dictionary, just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the yada yada blablabla. &lt;b&gt;Just wanna wish Happy Mother's Day to my dearest mom and to all mothers out there&lt;/b&gt;! I'm not sure what to buy for her but I hope I can figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again peeps! Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-9086306962018006191?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/9086306962018006191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=9086306962018006191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/9086306962018006191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/9086306962018006191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-hiatus.html' title='In hiatus!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUYgvADYpuA/TcXqjKXj7kI/AAAAAAAAARU/BVeEkkqGC4U/s72-c/IMAG0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-2482488052631489287</id><published>2011-02-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:44:59.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's celebrate the month of love!</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Just wanna update a tiny bit of what happened in my life. For those who care of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Work&lt;/b&gt; - A week of holidays definitely makes me feel at peace. How I miss those days huha-ing and lazing around, being a couch potato thus making me plump &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(a little bit :P)&lt;/span&gt; No need to say about those junks in my trunk :D I miss having no obligations, no commitments and certainly stress-free life. But, life must go on kan. My new motto would be, less whining, more working! Hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Money&lt;/b&gt; - Having my own pay check definitely almost making me a shopaholic! Almost! I need a financial assistant that can manage my money. Oh ya, btw, aku tak jadi beli BB. Cam ramai sangat orang guna, so sekarang tengah berkira-kira nak beli iPhone or Android. Which one is better eh? &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Baru kerja dua tiga bulan dah berangan pakai handphone canggih :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family and friends&lt;/b&gt; - Same ol, same ol. How I wish I can spend more time with them. Cuti seminggu tak cukup kot nak jumpa semua orang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; - Stable. Enough said. Tapi bila tengok ramai kawan-kawan yang dah nak kawin, yang dah bertunang, terasa macam jealous lak &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(bukan macam, memang jealous pun, mula lah terasa bila turn kita lak, hehe :D) &lt;/span&gt;Anyhow, I'm truly and sincerely happy for them. But nak share sikit kat sini, if your future husband or future fiance is just like Chris Medina, insya-Allah, akan berbahagia lah you all hingga ke anak, cucu, cicit, piut semua. Siapa kah Chris Medina? Check out this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/K1qtf-qJpnM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1qtf-qJpnM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1qtf-qJpnM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May this month of love will bring us more joy and happiness! Toddles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-2482488052631489287?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2482488052631489287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=2482488052631489287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2482488052631489287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2482488052631489287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-celebrate-month-of-love.html' title='Let&apos;s celebrate the month of love!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-4602726772994823183</id><published>2011-01-07T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:16:30.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First</title><content type='html'>So this is my first entry in 2011. Woo-hoo! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Bukan woo-hoo dalam The Sims eh :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week being a teacher, it was damn hectic and so kelam-kabut!&lt;br /&gt;I was tired, and exhausted, hampir menjadi lembik &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Recommendation of supplement anyone?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, jadi bidan terjun pun ada. Ada je kerja yang diberi, on the spot pulak tu.&lt;br /&gt;Haihh. Sabar je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape cakap jadi cikgu tu senang? Jadi cikgu ni kena versatile, semua kena tahu. Bukan penyanyi je yang kena versatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, kuatkanlah semangat hamba-Mu ini dalam menghadapi dugaan dan cabaran yang mendatang. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-4602726772994823183?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4602726772994823183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=4602726772994823183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4602726772994823183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4602726772994823183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2011/01/first.html' title='The First'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-6837493304767824422</id><published>2010-12-29T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T05:47:41.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Orang dok sibuk tengok bola, aku sibuk mem-blog. Al-maklumlah, dah start busy la katakan. Hehe. Tak sangka pejam celik, pejam celik, dah nak masuk tahun baru dah. How fast time flies kan? Umur pun makin meningkat. Haihhhh. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, taknak cakap pasal umur lah. &lt;i&gt;I'm Forever 21&lt;/i&gt; kot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. Enough crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more days to a brand new year. Semua orang ada azam tahun baru kan. This upcoming year aku taknak berazam banyak sangat, sebabnya, azam tahun ni (2010) pun ada yang tak tercapai kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh jap, baru lepas check blog. Aku takde post azam tahun 2010 lah! LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my new year's resolutions for 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;To buy BlackBerry Bold 9700&lt;/b&gt; - Once I get my salary I will definitely go phone-hunting! And buy a new laptop, perhaps (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;To be FIT, not FAT!&lt;/b&gt; - Seriously need to exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Dah boleh terima hakikat tak akan menjadi tinggi lagi, so bersyukur dengan apa yang ada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note to self - Calling someone else fat doesn't make you any skinnier :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;To move out&lt;/b&gt; - I need my freedom ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Dah jumpa kawan yang sekepala, harap-harap dapat duduk satu rumah dengan beliau. Hehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;To save more money, and to spend less money&lt;/b&gt; - Need to overcome my addiction and obsession towards books, no more books for me! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Unless I found Mini Shopaholic with a reasonable price. Hehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;To become Great Teacher Lisa aka GTL&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Not gatal okay? :D)&lt;/span&gt; A Great History Teacher to be exact. Jadi Cikgu Sejarah lah aku lepas ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;To be more optimistic, to have positive views about life so that I can be a better person&lt;/b&gt; - No more miss emoLEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;To enjoy life to the fullest!&lt;/b&gt; - Well, we gotta live like we're dying right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;To get married (?)&lt;/b&gt; - Once dah beli Suzuki Swift and rumah Semi-D, baru cerita pasal kahwin. So, jangan tanya bila nak kahwin lagi ye, harap maklum. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-6837493304767824422?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6837493304767824422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=6837493304767824422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6837493304767824422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6837493304767824422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-8788252504794758448</id><published>2010-12-07T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:46:09.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things that end with -&lt;b&gt;berry&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Blueberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Strawberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;BlackBerry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Burberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Raspberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Ribena Berry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Halle Berry&lt;/b&gt; (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Cherry Berry&lt;/b&gt;, or simply in Malay: Cirit-Birit - &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks to Mr. Giggles for reminding me of this term &lt;/i&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you must be wondering, WTH is wrong with me, posting an entry about berries right?&lt;br /&gt;Just simply because, I love berries. Sedap apa kan? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;You got me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy one of the things that I mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi, &lt;b&gt;BlackBerry&lt;/b&gt; lah kan. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bukan &lt;b&gt;Blue Key&lt;/b&gt; macam mak &lt;a href="http://anakcikmad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lizi&lt;/a&gt; cakap tu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orang lain pakai BB, dia pun nak pakai gak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala, kan sekarang tengah musim smartphones, orang dok pakai &lt;b&gt;BlackBerry&lt;/b&gt; la, &lt;b&gt;i-Phone&lt;/b&gt; la, &lt;b&gt;BlueBerry&lt;/b&gt; la (Made in China if tak silap)&lt;br /&gt;So, apa salahnya I nak join in the club pun kan.&lt;br /&gt;Nak beli pun pakai duit sendiri, so kena la kumpul duit banyak-banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uktodaynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Blackberry-curve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://uktodaynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Blackberry-curve.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BlackBerry Curve 3G&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang ni cun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or yang ni lagi cun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.multiphone.net/store/images/blackberry_bold_9700side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.multiphone.net/store/images/blackberry_bold_9700side.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BlackBerry Bold 9700&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rasa cam nak beli Bold 9700, tapi cam mahal la pulak. Curve 3G sesuai lah kot bagi orang yang tak seberapa banyak income macam saya ni, kan?&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, moga-moga boleh lah beli salah satu. Lepas tu taknak beli handphone dah untuk 10 tahun yang akan datang. Hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources: Google&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-8788252504794758448?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8788252504794758448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=8788252504794758448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8788252504794758448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8788252504794758448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/12/berry-berry.html' title='Berry Berry'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-3355882084728996117</id><published>2010-12-01T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:03:16.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kosong</title><content type='html'>Omputih cakap &lt;i&gt;empty&lt;/i&gt;. Itu apa yang aku rasa sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau, aku patut rasa gembira dengan hidup aku sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Sepatutnya bersyukur dengan apa yang aku ada.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah ada kerja yang tetap;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal dengan family yang ambil berat pasal aku;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan-kawan yang masih &lt;i&gt;keep in touch&lt;/i&gt; dengan aku;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relationship&lt;/i&gt; dengan si dia pun dah stabil. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku masih rasa kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I know for now, &lt;b&gt;only books, movies and Glee that can make me happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure about anything else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah aku perlukan suatu perubahan yang sangat drastik dalam hidup aku? &lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku perlukan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;i&gt; need an extreme change in my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should consider bungee jumping and racing cars in the future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;i&gt;. Maybe not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main bowling for the first time pun dah lembik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or maybe I should be a workaholic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So that I will keep myself busy and I will not think about those crappy wedding and having kids things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, I'm not gonna married in 5 years time! So what's the point of thinking about it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes! I shall be a workaholic! Indeed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S: Entry mengarut buat kali keberapa tah. Cuba untuk menggunakan bahasa baku sepenuhnya. Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa kan? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-3355882084728996117?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3355882084728996117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=3355882084728996117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3355882084728996117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3355882084728996117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/12/kosong.html' title='Kosong'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5531310336241940091</id><published>2010-11-30T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:17:28.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The title sounds creepy eh? Hehe. Saje nak buat gempak actually. Post ni tak creepy langsung pun sebenarnye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days left to go before we venture another year, and somehow it freaks me out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I'm getting older that's why! Everyone is getting older by the way.&lt;/i&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More responsibilities, no more hu-ha, hu-ha around as I will be busy working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's another thing. No more duit raya for me next year. Instead, I have to give duit raya to those cute little monkeys. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I have achieved any of my 2010 new year's resolutions. Tak ingat pun ape azam yang aku buat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. There's still some time to think about new year's resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my first new year's resolution for 2011 would be to &lt;b&gt;save some money from my salary&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai nak datang next year ni: &lt;b&gt;MGMT, Maroon 5, &lt;/b&gt;sape tah lagi. Bukan murah kot nak beli tix concert diorang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rumah pun nak kene beli. Kereta lagi.&lt;i&gt; Wedding pun nak buat grand-grand&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nanti &lt;/span&gt;(tapi lambat lagi la :P)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; So kene kumpul duit banyak-banyak ni. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5531310336241940091?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5531310336241940091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5531310336241940091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5531310336241940091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5531310336241940091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-of-night.html' title='30 Days of Night'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-2960187401684945884</id><published>2010-11-20T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:56:27.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to be</title><content type='html'>20th November 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to be the happiest day of our life as it is our first anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to be a gleeful day as I was looking forward for us to meet up today.&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to be a wonderful day as I will be treating him with my first pay.&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to be a suprise as I wanted to give him something. &lt;br /&gt;It is not that much, but I did think of him.&lt;br /&gt;And this was supposed to be a mushy, lovey-dovey anniversary post for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ruined it all.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end I am the one who is all heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I deserve to be yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;I know he was stressed out and all, but I just don't deserve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Anniversary. Sorry for ruining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can last longer than we ever thought we will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sorry pagi-pagi buta dah emo. Bangun-bangun je air mata ni dok meleleh je. Bukan nak mintak simpati, just nak luahkan perasaan yang terpendam dalam hati ni. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-2960187401684945884?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2960187401684945884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=2960187401684945884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2960187401684945884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2960187401684945884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/11/supposed-to-be.html' title='Supposed to be'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-3478063349478328209</id><published>2010-11-17T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:05:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived primary school students!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 16th November 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my last day in SJK Chong Hwa, Setapak.&lt;br /&gt;I survived a primary school! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Well, almost survived actually, because I've only been there for like 19 days, not even a month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another yay for me because I got my first pay cheque! Heeee! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*senyum sampai telinga*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nay for me because I didn't manage to take some pictures with the students especially with class 3C &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I have seven classes but I love this class so much I don't know why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even asked me to teach them English next year, but I didn't have a heart to tell them that I will not be around anymore, so I said, "We'll see about that".&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I hope they won't be sad, because deep down in my heart, I am sad as I can't teach them anymore. Even for a short while, I feel bonded to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to teach kids, but they are fun to be with. They are so annoying as they bugged you around with silly questions until you feel like pinching their cheeks and pulling their ears. They are so hyperactive and couldn't sit tight just for a sec and start running, playing around until you feel like yelling and hitting and spanking them. But in the end, they make you either smile or cry. I know they made ME &lt;i&gt;smile&lt;/i&gt;. They are indeed, cute little monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss them already.&lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I will visit them one day. Hopefully they will still remember their one and only Teacher Lisa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-3478063349478328209?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3478063349478328209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=3478063349478328209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3478063349478328209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3478063349478328209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-survived-primary-school-students.html' title='I survived primary school students!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5270116094450532361</id><published>2010-11-05T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:27:27.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things, NOT!</title><content type='html'>They scream! They yell!&lt;br /&gt;They fight! They cry!&lt;br /&gt;They are obnoxious!&lt;br /&gt;They are annoying!&lt;br /&gt;And they are little kids, the most monstrous creatures I ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust their cute little faces, they may look like angels, but on the inside they are little demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm being a little dramatic aren't I? Well, it is simply because I can't tame them.&lt;br /&gt;I've bribed them with candies, I've made some serious looking faces, I've dragged them, I've spanked them on their buttocks &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(not that hard lah, it was hard to catch them running around)&lt;/span&gt;, I've talked to them like a mother &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(more to sister actually)&lt;/span&gt; to her children, I've threatened them with their exam marks and told them I would send them to the headmistress' office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is working. &lt;i&gt;Na-da&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have one week left &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(until the school holidays)&lt;/span&gt;, to go through all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being around with kids definitely making me think more than twice to have children of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute all of you mothers out there. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5270116094450532361?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5270116094450532361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5270116094450532361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5270116094450532361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5270116094450532361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/11/kids-say-darndest-things-not.html' title='Kids say the darndest things, NOT!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-8510718175842184783</id><published>2010-10-15T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:32:50.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gembira!</title><content type='html'>Satu, sebab menang Adam Lambert nye contest and I have won myself a pair of tickets, an autographed CD by Mr. Lambert himself, and a pair of Meet and Greet passes! Tak sangka menang. And tak sia-sia la kredit digi aku habis. Thanks to Fly FM and DiGi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua, sebab dapat jumpe Adam la! What else can it be! Hehe. Eventhough sekejap &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and tak dapat amik gambar personally and get an autograph)&lt;/span&gt; dah bersyukur sangat dah sebab dapat jumpe Adam up close, and I even got a chance to hug him! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I don't care what people say, this is once in a life time man! Susah kot nak jumpe Adam!)&lt;/span&gt; Just that I was a little bit sad with all those protestors though. It is called discrimination people! Don't judge Adam based on his sexual orientation, judge him based on his talent. When they said that Adam is a bad influence, hey c'mon! We can think on our own and we have to decide what is right and what is wrong by ourselves. Take all the positive things about him la. Don't follow the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/TLgQ_U-ZOBI/AAAAAAAAARA/9n1JFUbkJPs/s1600/SDC12821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/TLgQ_U-ZOBI/AAAAAAAAARA/9n1JFUbkJPs/s320/SDC12821.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kalau ade orang tanye, &lt;i&gt;kenape suke Adam? Die kan gay.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple je. Sebab die memang sangat talented. I love him for his music, not because of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk. Tetibe cam serious, nak emo lak. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*buat muka happy balik*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was absolutely superb and phenomenal! Adam definitely rocked the night and make us the Glamberts very daymn happy! Please come back to Malaysia, Adam! We all heart you so much! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(macam la Adam baca blog aku ni kan, haha :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, enough about Adam &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(sorry la terlebih excited sket)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga nye, kenape saye gembira kan, sebab nye, esok saya akan dikonvokan! I hope that I will make my parents proud. And Insya-Allah, lepas konvo ni, misi mencari kerja akan lebih digiatkan. Doakan saye berjaya ye rakan-rakan! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-8510718175842184783?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8510718175842184783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=8510718175842184783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8510718175842184783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8510718175842184783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/10/gembira.html' title='Gembira!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/TLgQ_U-ZOBI/AAAAAAAAARA/9n1JFUbkJPs/s72-c/SDC12821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-7586581203309905367</id><published>2010-10-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:38:42.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedih!</title><content type='html'>Satu. Sebab tak dapat pegi tengok si Glambert beraksi live esok. Dah banyak kali masuk contest untuk menang tiket konsert, tapi takde rezeki. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;Kenape tak beli je tiket? Sebabnye, saye memang broke (bukan berok ye, harap maklum) jadi saye takde duit nak beli tiket. Lagipun, takde orang nak tengok Glambert bersame saye. Adik saye tu kemut, nak tiket free je (Same la dengan kakak nye. Haha :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua. Sebab tak menang contest untuk dapat tiket konsert tengok Paramore. Memang berharap sangat-sangat-sangat nak menang, sebab itu je peluang yang agak cerah untuk dapat tiket free. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga. Sebab Mr. Giggles cam busy minggu ni. Hadiah birthday pun tak dibeli lagi sebab tatau nak beli ape untuk saye. Haihh. Sedih la. Dah nak hampir sebulan ni. Hurmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap-harap hari saye dikonvokan yakni hari Sabtu ini membuatkan saye menjadi lebih gembira. Saye tak kisah kalau tak dapat bunga, dapat seekor beruang kutub pun jadi la. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-7586581203309905367?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/7586581203309905367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=7586581203309905367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7586581203309905367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7586581203309905367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/10/sedih.html' title='Sedih!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-3365728681683956145</id><published>2010-10-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:05:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushcrushcrush</title><content type='html'>I had a high school crush. His name is William. I didn't know much about him as he is just plain mysterious, who always read a book in a quiet corner. And that is what I like about him. He is the only exception for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Liz. There goes your vampire-looking crush." My friend, Haley said to me one morning, in the school cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I look?" I gussy up myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just the way you are. Not much difference." LOL. She's being supportive alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flashed a bright braceface smile to him. He smiled back with crooked teeth of his and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley shook her head once William was out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you like about him anyway? He looks dead to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a little crush. No big deal." I lied. It was a big deal to me. How I wish I have the guts to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I had a stomachache. Bloody Coke! (not the drugs alright) I shouldn't have drink a can during recess. Not many knows that I have a gastric gene inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Why in the world would you drink a Coke if you knew you will be having a gastric?" Haley asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you asked me to drink your bloody Coke!" I shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erk. Sorry. I bought the wrong can. I wanted a 100 plus, not a Coke." Haley made her puppy-eyed face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just go to the toilet and finish your misery business once and for all?" Haley suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, I don't feel like doing that. I just need to burp." And so I burped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gross Liz! Not in the public!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no one here." I looked around the cafeteria. The rest of the students have gone back to their classes. There were only a couple of students left. The bell has rung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I burped again. This time I let out a big one I almost squawked. It was not like there's anyone here besides me and Haley right? Oh man. It felt so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liz..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your crush..." Haley whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? I can't hear you!" I leaned in to her across the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your crushcrushcrush!" She almost squealed and pointed to me, to my back to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, you sure are amazing!" I heard a soothing boyish voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back and saw him. Yes. It was him. The William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a big thumbs up with a very wide, big grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, that was really cool! We should compete sometime. I was the Champion of Burping for three years in a row. You sure can beat the hell out of me. Catch ya later!" He grinned again and made his way to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Haley in horror. Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, don't say that I didn't warn you. Look on the bright side, he's talking to you now." Haley laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all my dreams of being romantic with William are crushed. I can only imagine him burping out alternately with me like a couple of mating frogs. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: This is just a short story fiction that I wrote to win a pair of Paramore's concert tix. What do you guys think? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-3365728681683956145?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3365728681683956145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=3365728681683956145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3365728681683956145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3365728681683956145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/10/crushcrushcrush.html' title='Crushcrushcrush'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-6721475679402457616</id><published>2010-10-03T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:56:14.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Ready or Not? by Chris Manby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="q start"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey guys! I've been meaning to write this review couple of weeks ago, but, as usual, a friend called &lt;i&gt;Procrastination&lt;/i&gt; kept on delaying me &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt; He's not around for today, so I decided to review this chick lit ASAP &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(before he comes back :D)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never read any books by Chris Manby  before, and I decided to try this one. And guess what, I was hooked!  While reading this book, I simply couldn't put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrismanby.co.uk/assets/images/book_cover/ready_or_not.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.chrismanby.co.uk/assets/images/book_cover/ready_or_not.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story plot  is very simple, not complicated at all, it was about a woman named Heidi  Savage who is engaged to a goody two shoes guy called Ed and along the  engagement period, she was hesitated whether she's ready to get married  or not to this one particular guy. She was terrified by the fact that  his fiance's rugby friends kept bullying him, she could not take care of  a six month old baby named Forester, the son of her best friend Kara  who is now a single mother without the help by his fiance and the fact  that she met his old ex-boyfriend named Steven and it brought back  sweet, fond memories of them being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was very  predictable but I was laughing all the way through. This book is simply  for those who wants a light and relax read. There's no pressure in  reading this chick lit book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the scale of 1 to 10, I would give this book as 8. Fair enough I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Manby is now definitely listed as one  of my favourite author! I'm gonna grab more books written by her! :)&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-6721475679402457616?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6721475679402457616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=6721475679402457616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6721475679402457616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6721475679402457616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/10/review-ready-or-not-by-chris-manby.html' title='Review: Ready or Not? by Chris Manby'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-4367369033777330554</id><published>2010-09-28T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:06:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go shawty, it's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey y'all! It's been a week since my 23rd birthday &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(feel so old, yet look so young, haha)&lt;/span&gt; and I was damn happy to see that so many people &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(including those whom I don't have any clue who they are)&lt;/span&gt; wished my birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't mean to brag, but I've got like 100 plus of FB notifications in my inbox! Thank you all once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was quite touched, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and felt a little bit funny though)&lt;/span&gt; when my Mr. Giggles wished me a day earlier &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(he skipped a day earlier)&lt;/span&gt;, seemed like he couldn't wait any longer to surprise me on my birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What was the surprise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He sang a Happy Birthday song for me! So sweet and cute of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And when I thought my family forgot about my birthday (except for my sister because I kept telling her to buy me pressies, hehe) they surprised me with a birthday cake, a blueberry cheese cake to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprisingly, I was blurred at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*the sound of owl howled*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I came to my senses and I said thank you to my parents, and my sister of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, it was a great birthday for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I didn't get any presents or throw any birthday party, but I'm grateful enough to have such family and friends who didn't forget my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I wish for is for my loved ones' happiness. And mine of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How I wish I can be forever 21. But I can't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So instead, I wish for people out there to treat me like a 23 year old grown up. Please!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate it when people say I look like a 16, 17 year old kid (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know I look young, but looks can be deceiving! And never judge a book by its cover, alright)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May God bless us all. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-4367369033777330554?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4367369033777330554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=4367369033777330554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4367369033777330554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4367369033777330554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/09/go-shawty-its-my-birthday.html' title='Go shawty, it&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-6493334562562246324</id><published>2010-09-19T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:10:52.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my confession</title><content type='html'>I have vowed myself that I will never, ever make any kind of confessions here, in my blog. But I lost it. I couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Selamat Hari Raya ke-10 to all muslims out there! Maaf Zahir dan Batin! Kite raya sebulan kan kan kan? So baru raya ke-10. Duit raya untuk saya takde ke? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, back to serious business. *making a serious face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it. I've been depressed lately. Since the big fight between my mom and I happened (seriously, it was a big fight) I've been down like hell. The celebration of raya couldn't make me any happier. Not even my upcoming birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even start by asking about work. I'm still jobless, and it feels like forever, waiting for the KPM interview result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family? What more to say. I've been living in a dysfunctional home for years. But the impact feels even greater because I've been stuck in this house for months doing nothing. I just need to get out of here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life doesn't help either. We've been arguing throughout the year. This relationship makes me wonder will I ever have a future with him. I know I was being silly by asking him about marriage, future plans and stuffs (because we're still very young to even think about that) but I couldn't help myself when I saw some of my friends are moving on, they either get engaged or married. I know I'm not ready, but deep down in my heart I envy them for being happy while they are still very young. I was once against this kind of marriage, but not anymore. I just need someone (particularly a guy) to take me away from here, from this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I just have to wait. Or be independent by myself by moving out. I guess I have to go with the second option (once I have a job that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is out of question. And it is a long way to go. I probably won't be getting married to my current boyfriend anyway. Perhaps I will not get married at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being pessimistic aren't I? Well, I guess I need help. I can't recall the last time I felt so happy. I was flipping through CLEO mag and found out that I've been suffering with depression while reading an article about depression (seriously, I got all the symptoms, yeah) Now I know why a therapist may come in handy. But I'll try to cope with it myself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my confession. Usher should be happy I made his song as my title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-6493334562562246324?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6493334562562246324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=6493334562562246324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6493334562562246324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6493334562562246324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-my-confession.html' title='This is my confession'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5079281522522688771</id><published>2010-09-03T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:43:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where for art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where for art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spirits which keep me going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spirits that keep me high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I need you so bad right now, not to feel like a dead walking zombie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to feel like a hopeless jobless loser with no direction of what I will be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to feel alive, just to be who I wanted to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where for art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Youth which makes me both young at heart and soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which gives me either diesel or petrol, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That fuel all the energy in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't find you anywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the heck are you hiding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Please come back before my &lt;i&gt;arse&lt;/i&gt;'s exploding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where for art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends who laugh and giggle together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends who eat junks once the break is over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends who gossip more than housewives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends who secrets they swore with their lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Friends who made an amend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we will be Best Friends Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where for art thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, the subject of affection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The subject of feelings and emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are the fireworks, where are the sparks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Are you hiding in the dark?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find your way before it's too late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before it grows into a thing called hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Another rough draft of poem from &lt;i&gt;yours truly&lt;/i&gt;. There is a deep meaning behind it. *sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5079281522522688771?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5079281522522688771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5079281522522688771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5079281522522688771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5079281522522688771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-for-art-thou.html' title='Where for art thou?'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5519316044072583779</id><published>2010-08-27T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:47:27.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me in Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erk. The title itself sounds so cheesy and corny right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, believe it or not, it was a poem that I wrote myself back in my school days&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(jumpe balik mase tengah mengemas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a so-called emo/goth/punk/whatever you may call me, but I was not a wannabe or a poseur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Itu dulu lah, sekarang dah bertaubat. Dah takde label-label dah sekarang ye, harap maklum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was an emo, seriously, but now I'm still a rocker at heart la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay okay, enough about me, I'll leave you with a heartbreak poem, written by &lt;i&gt;yours truly&lt;/i&gt; myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kill Me in Your Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lately,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've been ignoring me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime I'm standing by,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll move an inch far,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Away from me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don't miss me don't pretend that you do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don't need me I will let you go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't hide your lies beneath it all,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God I swear I will never trust you once and for all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't take this anymore,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why don't you just tell me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't love me like before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'm begging you tonight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kill me with all your might,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kill me in your dreams,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I won't wake up tomorrow,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'll be free from this pain and sorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Not bad eh? Atleast it rhymes. :D&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5519316044072583779?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5519316044072583779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5519316044072583779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5519316044072583779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5519316044072583779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/08/kill-me-in-your-dreams.html' title='Kill Me in Your Dreams'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-3429254833429432400</id><published>2010-08-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:25:15.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Exorcism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orang cakap, masa bulan puasa ni tak baik tengok cite hantu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi tah kenape, aku rase teruja nak tengok cite ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nampak cambest and lagi cuak (!) daripada Emily Rose (cite tu je yang aku dah tengok, cite exorcist lain tak sempat nak tengok lagi, bukan takut, cuma takde teman nak tengok :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tengok la die siap bent hampir 180 darjah kot! Gile kentang hebat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/mo/pseudoblog_lastexorcism250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/mo/pseudoblog_lastexorcism250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tah bile nak kuar kat Msia pun tatau, tengok trailer pun jadi la. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="vid=20011176&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="576" height="324" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=20011176&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMARAN KERAS&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Bagi mereka yang mempunyai &lt;b&gt;sakit jantung, sakit hati&lt;/b&gt; dan sebagainya dan mereka yang sedang &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sarat mengandung&lt;/b&gt; mahupun yang &lt;b&gt;baru mengandun&lt;/b&gt;g dinasihatkan untuk tidak menonton trailer ini. Tapi kalau berani ape salahnye. Tengok je la. Cuba dulu baru tau. &lt;/i&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-3429254833429432400?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3429254833429432400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=3429254833429432400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3429254833429432400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3429254833429432400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-exorcism.html' title='The Last Exorcism'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-4809580951280227362</id><published>2010-08-17T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:01:19.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/Quasibobo/flash_forward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/Quasibobo/flash_forward.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be about 2 minutes and 17 seconds, the blackout, the Flash Forward I mean, but I see nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na-da.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys are probably wondering, what the heck am I talking about, kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, if you're a TV series fan like me, and have watched Flash Forward before, you'll get what I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flash Forward is like a vision that you will see yourself would be doing in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Flash Forward? It's nothing. So I guess I should create my own Flash Forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is a list of SHOULD I BE ____? :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;A TEACHER&lt;/b&gt; - If I passed the KPM Interview, I'm pretty sure I will become one. I have been offered a job as a chemistry teacher in a private school (yikes!) Should i take it? Or should I work with the government?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;A LECTURER&lt;/b&gt; - If I want to become one, I have to further my masters, which I don't really know what course should I take and I definitely have to do a thesis or a project paper (mood: malas gile!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;A NOVELIST/WRITER&lt;/b&gt; - A washed up dream of mine, since I was a kid, but it is never too late to follow your dream, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;A MAID&lt;/b&gt; (or a bibik, as my gedik sister said) - I've already become one. My current unpaid job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;A BOOKSHOP/CAFE OWNER &lt;/b&gt;- Sounds too good to be true, but I have a dream of having my own bookshop with a cafe ala-ala Starbucks gitu. *smile dreamily*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;A JOURNALIST&lt;/b&gt; - Too little too late for that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;MARRIED and become &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;A DESPERATE HOUSEWIFE?&lt;/b&gt; - It is totally out of question. But I simply can't resist if someone masuk meminang. &lt;i&gt;Lai lai lai!&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what's YOUR Flash Forward? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-4809580951280227362?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4809580951280227362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=4809580951280227362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4809580951280227362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4809580951280227362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/08/flash-forward.html' title='Flash Forward'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-8866960439706480679</id><published>2010-08-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:51:16.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Chart Throb by Ben Elton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've finished reading this book by last week if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To sum it all up, I would say this book is hilariously funny and witty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This book makes me wonder about the true colours of reality TV competitions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone knows the fact that reality TV shows aren't real, but what about those singing, dancing competitions and such? Are they not real too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No wonder Adam Lambert didn't win American Idol. *Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all you book-lovers out there, if you're looking for a different yet a delightful read, I highly recommended Chart Throb, you will be laughing non-stop throughout your entire read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great job Ben Elton! You're officially one of my favourite fiction authors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomhouse.com.au/authordatabaselarge/Elton,%20Ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://randomhouse.com.au/authordatabaselarge/Elton,%20Ben.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Genius behind Chart Throb - Ben Elton&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be continuing reading Lauren Weisberger's Everyone Worth Knowing. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S: Oh yeah, to all bookish ones, you might wanna join the website - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://www.shelfari.com&lt;/span&gt;, it is a website simply for all of us bookaholics! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-8866960439706480679?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8866960439706480679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=8866960439706480679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8866960439706480679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8866960439706480679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-chart-throb-by-ben-elton.html' title='Review: Chart Throb by Ben Elton'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-401857405817542305</id><published>2010-08-09T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:43:06.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I've missed you, Ramadhan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(a quote from Baki Zainal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have missed Ramadhan too! And of course missing Syawal more! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I wonder, will I get duit raya just like previous years? Hurmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm currently jobless, so I hope I will get SOME money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just have to practice the look of the cute, sad looking Puss-in-Boots eyes. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4588654643_ca240227f5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4588654643_ca240227f5.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feed me if you dare! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I hope in this holy month I'll get to puasa penuh. Green light all the way. Boleh ke? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, Happy Fasting people! Selamat Berpuasa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-401857405817542305?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/401857405817542305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=401857405817542305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/401857405817542305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/401857405817542305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-ive-missed-you-ramadhan.html' title='How I&apos;ve missed you, Ramadhan!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4588654643_ca240227f5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-2759535176476620190</id><published>2010-08-04T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:49:07.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-Em-Gee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, it has been 6 months since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a total shock right now! Like, damn shocked!&lt;br /&gt;Just to found out that someone, by the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;, cursed me like hell!&lt;br /&gt;(check out my last post in February - Try to be FAME-ous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something wrong? Did I make someone hurt?&lt;br /&gt;He/She (but I am 99.9% sure that it's a she) accused me for being a homewrecker (perampas is homewrecker in English right?)&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, I've never hold any grudges against anyone, except for that bee-yotch whom I don't think ever care about me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I still can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A special dedication to you, dear ANONYMOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, you're a coward for not using your own name and stand up to me. If you're not satisfied with me whatsoever, come straight to me, you don't have to go around and curse me for something I myself not sure what I've done wrong. I am terribly sorry if I have ever done anything wrong to you, but please do tell me what I've done so that I can fix it, we can fix it together. I'm not the same ol me, I have changed. And by cursing around like this, it's not going to solve anything. So, please show yourself, and tell me whatever things that made you so damn mad at me. Maybe we can work something out. Hopefully you'll read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-2759535176476620190?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2759535176476620190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=2759535176476620190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2759535176476620190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2759535176476620190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-em-gee.html' title='Oh-Em-Gee!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-3377263905263543353</id><published>2010-02-13T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:24:38.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to be FAME-ous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not very fond of lovey-dovey songs,&lt;br /&gt;but it's like I've been strucked by a love arrow by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mr. Cupid&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and it hits me right through my chest, eh, my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful song with a meaningful lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;I heart this song the minute I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asher Book&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;FAME&lt;/span&gt; after this, like totally gonna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Right after I run a one whole day &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GLEE&lt;/span&gt; marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Tiggery Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Lalalove V-Day&lt;/span&gt; peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-3377263905263543353?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3377263905263543353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=3377263905263543353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3377263905263543353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/3377263905263543353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/02/try-to-be-fame-ous.html' title='Try to be FAME-ous'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-2866387838888028586</id><published>2010-02-04T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:01:33.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;It's been soooo long since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I posted a review about Charlie Bartlett, it was like, 5 months ago!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Am I that busy?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh! Not really tho!&lt;br /&gt;My life has been hectic, that's all. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 weeks since I've started my practical, but never got a chance to teach, just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I will be teaching 2 science classes, as their Chemistry teacher. And yes, I am the replacement, as the former Chemistry teacher's belly is just waiting to get popped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(She's pregnant, and she will deliver a baby soon, if you don't get what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been to 3 little bratty's classes before, as I had to relief their classes.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what they called me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Cikgu ni sporting la,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Cikgu, kawan saye cakap cikgu Ker Ai,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Cikgu dah kawin ke belum? Single lagi? Nak no tepon boleh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I don't wanna be called all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape nak kan? Cikgu jenis macam tu la selalu kena pijak kelape kan! Eh, kepale! :D&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided myself to become a Mrs Cold Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;but not that cold la kan, nanti budak2 menyampah lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend have been on a rough boat during our 3 weeks time at school, got quite an issue with the school's administrator. But it's okay, nasib baik cikgu2 lain sume nye baik2 belaka, so just bear with her and the school for another 3 and 1/2 months, Lisa!&lt;br /&gt;Sekejap je tu kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trouble is a friend, right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all those depressing things that happened to me lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(plus I'm terribly sick right now, I'm down with a flu, cold, fever, sore throat, u name it, which I think is a blessing, as I can get a leave, and hopefully an MC. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to be concerned by my loving family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling more blessful &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(is there such a word? ke bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ful? serious berkarat english aku. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there is someone who keeps telling me that he loves me, more than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't just say it, he shows and proves his love to me, by doing all those things I would have never think a bf would do to a gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, you're married to him and you're his responsibility, in other words, he thinks of you like a wife, that sort of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go bragging about things that he has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for me to say that, I feel so blessed, and so lucky to have him in my life.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/S2uywRi15-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SohGuQ4bpwM/s1600-h/SDC11919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/S2uywRi15-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SohGuQ4bpwM/s320/SDC11919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434633917765642210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Je T'aime, Mohd Ashraf Sharifuddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-2866387838888028586?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2866387838888028586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=2866387838888028586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2866387838888028586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2866387838888028586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2010/02/mrs-cold.html' title='Mrs Cold'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/S2uywRi15-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SohGuQ4bpwM/s72-c/SDC11919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-4958170701988687625</id><published>2009-09-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:48:09.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Bartlett who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just finished watching Charlie Bartlett.&lt;br /&gt;After days and days and days of uploading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is what I expected it to be&lt;br /&gt;(as my sister kept telling me to watch it),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I actually like it! &gt;.&lt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrCgycIjxiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oiHxk0YOuG8/s1600-h/charliebartlett_galleryposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrCgycIjxiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oiHxk0YOuG8/s400/charliebartlett_galleryposter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381978343113737762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words =&lt;br /&gt;Quirky, funny and witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an independent film, which was released back in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;(damn, I'm two years late man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it never premiered here, in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEiAZINbnEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEiAZINbnEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Main Casts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anton Yelchin&lt;/span&gt;, the HERO&lt;br /&gt;(whom I've never heard of before and as my sister kept saying, he's darn cute!)&lt;br /&gt;is suprisingly, cute, and witty, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would want a guy like him to keep in my closet myself!&lt;br /&gt;(minus when he was a drug dealer of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kat Dennings&lt;/span&gt; (what's with the burning hot red lipstick girl?) who plays Susan Gardner which reminds me a lot of Zer, a friend of Shiela's which I've met in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrChL_oABCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4U-mBEUlsQ8/s1600-h/photo_07_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrChL_oABCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4U-mBEUlsQ8/s320/photo_07_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381978782137582626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Charlie Bartlett and Susan Gardner, on the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrChSYTmLdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-M4KAFv4ylw/s1600-h/photo_09_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrChSYTmLdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-M4KAFv4ylw/s320/photo_09_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381978891842104786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Step into Dr. Barlett's office for therapy sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Downey Jr&lt;/span&gt;., as an alcoholic principal,&lt;br /&gt;the father of Susan Gardner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the term, "This is a school, not a prison," should be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;For us teachers, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tyler Hilton&lt;/span&gt;, which acted as Chris Keller in One Tree Hill is in this movie too,&lt;br /&gt;whom taken the role as a bully with a disturbingly mohawk hair.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness he still has that cute feature of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, 4 stars out of 5 is fair enough I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which also featured Kat Dennings),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie is a definite MUST-SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite scene, THE Yankee Doodle scene.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop LOL-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Just hit the play button guys, Charlie Bartlett sure will make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIwHUE0GbuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIwHUE0GbuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;people like YOU, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are the reason&lt;/span&gt; people like ME &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need medication&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrCgpX4oPTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/woXRuDUQ2Ew/s1600-h/4191d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrCgpX4oPTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/woXRuDUQ2Ew/s400/4191d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381978187354357042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-4958170701988687625?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4958170701988687625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=4958170701988687625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4958170701988687625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4958170701988687625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlie-bartlett-who.html' title='Charlie Bartlett who?'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SrCgycIjxiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/oiHxk0YOuG8/s72-c/charliebartlett_galleryposter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1901249566313351183</id><published>2009-09-08T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:05:08.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Looking and Sexy (TGS) ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys must be wondering.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are these good looking and sexy (TGS) ones?&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Puasa. Brain is not properly functional.&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUKA PUASA GATH with TGS girls 06/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc7OiTmi3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ATXQFUanBIM/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc7OiTmi3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ATXQFUanBIM/s320/DSC01155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379333400830577522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Selfi was doing that cleopatra pose.&lt;br /&gt;*laugh out loud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc7lgHdjEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/G0rpufOX4dI/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc7lgHdjEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/G0rpufOX4dI/s320/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379333795379776578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bye-bye to those who can't make it. Specifically to Fadhillah. :D&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc8UnlzVvI/AAAAAAAAANA/qz0yNot1pzA/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc8UnlzVvI/AAAAAAAAANA/qz0yNot1pzA/s320/DSC01158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379334604839933682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goyang, goyang, goyang kepala goyang! *singing to Shiena*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc8r0K_JQI/AAAAAAAAANI/jW0XYWoPCww/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc8r0K_JQI/AAAAAAAAANI/jW0XYWoPCww/s320/DSC01160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335003354113282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meh suap meh! &gt;.&lt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc88TwiDSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TTIJXHeXhEo/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc88TwiDSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TTIJXHeXhEo/s320/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335286710996258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Curry Mee! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc9bZwf9bI/AAAAAAAAANY/xg40yBVG56I/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc9bZwf9bI/AAAAAAAAANY/xg40yBVG56I/s320/DSC01162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335820897416626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ugh. Rase lapar lak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc92HiSlwI/AAAAAAAAANg/8pqEBvn3Fu0/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc92HiSlwI/AAAAAAAAANg/8pqEBvn3Fu0/s320/DSC01171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379336279862449922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should be in, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc-KGX-T4I/AAAAAAAAANo/yfgTvrw--Xw/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc-KGX-T4I/AAAAAAAAANo/yfgTvrw--Xw/s320/DSC01178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379336623148126082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc-gHfJZ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/Al2fcV-pGvE/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc-gHfJZ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/Al2fcV-pGvE/s320/DSC01180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337001403770754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc-6JOvXtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ByT6jJRZv1A/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc-6JOvXtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ByT6jJRZv1A/s320/DSC01184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337448548425426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc_u92xsPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TbvRQ_ls8bI/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc_u92xsPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TbvRQ_ls8bI/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379338356028190962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ooh! I lalalove this pic! &gt;.&lt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdAI_ILpMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lJ3_zt9odZQ/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdAI_ILpMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lJ3_zt9odZQ/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379338803046229186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And this one too! Who's the photographer? &gt;.&lt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdAeiSPZRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_vzVQXBjAIk/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdAeiSPZRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_vzVQXBjAIk/s320/DSC01197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379339173260911890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdAukIp8wI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b4jz50mhFBQ/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdAukIp8wI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b4jz50mhFBQ/s320/DSC01199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379339448635486978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wani, the tour guide was being left out. *laugh out loud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBEPnMdqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PmK6nvmytfM/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBEPnMdqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PmK6nvmytfM/s320/DSC01204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379339821083555490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Kakis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBTXOS2NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/b6jFhRnU8U8/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBTXOS2NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/b6jFhRnU8U8/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379340080824637650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oink! Oink! Oink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBcwBhJAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iTnvrvlLt30/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBcwBhJAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iTnvrvlLt30/s320/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379340242100757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Susu, pandai gak ko snapped gambar eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdETNNSKMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3S0yWzWRovA/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdETNNSKMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3S0yWzWRovA/s320/DSC01221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379343376670927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The tour guide sesat buat kali kedua. *roll on the floor laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBlAO6GnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OqIX2tEtqBA/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SqdBlAO6GnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OqIX2tEtqBA/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379340383890840178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Atlast, we found the piggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMICAL EQUATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 TGS Girls + Makan2 + 2 Gossips + Camwhoring to the power of 3 + Piggy Hunting + Double Triple Jokes and Laughs = One hell of a nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun laughing, it's been quite a while since I laughed that hard. Thanks guys. We should plan another one soon! A trip maybe? Or iceskating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heart you guys. Much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will continue watching Charlie Bartlett. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1901249566313351183?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1901249566313351183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=1901249566313351183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1901249566313351183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1901249566313351183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-looking-and-sexy-tgs-ones.html' title='The Good Looking and Sexy (TGS) ones.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Sqc7OiTmi3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ATXQFUanBIM/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5376185348699085021</id><published>2009-08-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:48:36.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage, my first big concert: Part II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Mtv World Stage fever dah habis dah. haha. tak kira. nak story gak. &lt;/span&gt;:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm gonna go straight, no belok2, wanna tell you guys about the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with Estranged, rocking out as the opening act. well, they were awesome, and i'm proud of them because they are one of the Malaysian rock bands that can make it big internationally, but i'm not very fond of them. i'm just very fond to Andy Estranged je. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that familiar with their songs, i recalled “Itu Kamu” number je, yang lain aku tatau. :P and mase tu belum start terkinja lagi, masih shy shy cat dengan Shiela and Ami yang baru ku jumpe dan kenal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi5hUHSN5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/djuSpVadun8/s1600-h/_mg_3612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi5hUHSN5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/djuSpVadun8/s320/_mg_3612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375250137252771730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oooh Andy! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi6NaiG41I/AAAAAAAAALA/B610spmiswM/s1600-h/_mg_3443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi6NaiG41I/AAAAAAAAALA/B610spmiswM/s320/_mg_3443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375250894890132306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erk. who's the mime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then, it was Boys Like Girls turn to rock. gosh, Martin Johnson was damn hot! seriously! i was like drooling all the way they perform. they were superb! fantastically freaking awesome! they were playing their hit numbers such as Hero/Heroine (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, I love that song!&lt;/span&gt;), The Great Escape and Thunder (the crowd went wild and we sang along with Martin, basically he didn’t have to sing, he didn’t have to do anything, us the crowd were doing his part, singing all the way. and rocking all the way. us Malaysians really know how to rock, despite all the sweats, the humidity, and the crowdedness.) his vocals were awesome! he can really hit high notes, live! Martin was even made credits to the bands performing by making us screaming their names, how cool is that? and he even climbed off that scaffolding. damn, he's cool, and cute too! i just cant get enough of the boys! di saat ini lah daku sudah mula start terkinja-kinja sambil bertopeng! haha. Ami too. Shiela tak sangat, sebab mood die &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swing swing from the table side, my heart is crush by a former love&lt;/span&gt;, ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha, AAR belum perform lagi ah.&lt;/span&gt; :P) that’s why tak berani kacau die. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi70TRnHoI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZOtObwquiOM/s1600-h/_mg_4049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi70TRnHoI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZOtObwquiOM/s320/_mg_4049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375252662468419202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me, YOU *points at me* and my medication. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi8ZNf0IUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kep6y5v-WiM/s1600-h/_mg_4113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi8ZNf0IUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kep6y5v-WiM/s320/_mg_4113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375253296572539202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marry me, Mr Martin Johnson. (this is an honest proposal okay people). :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kay, enough about the boys, it was Raygun’s turn. Raygun is a rising british act, so i bet not many peeps know about them. ive listened to their songs once or twice, and i actually like them. they were awesome too. okayla. band baru kan. not that familiar with them. somehow the frontman reminded me of Alex Turner of Arctic Monkeys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi99TuWipI/AAAAAAAAALY/GWXMGg0VTyQ/s1600-h/ws_ms_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi99TuWipI/AAAAAAAAALY/GWXMGg0VTyQ/s320/ws_ms_1687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375255016231045778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the next Alex Turner, may be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once they performed, it was Pixie Lott’s turn, the british hot blondie. the only female singer for that nite. i don’t really listen to Pixie Lott, but her songs are cool. like a lil bit of Katy Perry, mix up with Taylor Swift looks kinda songs kot. and surprisingly kan, Ami tau almost all the songs as she sang along to them. i never knew that she's into Pixie Lott too. that’s why i called her super girl-who-knows-it-all-lyric. way cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi-xBcKyMI/AAAAAAAAALg/YGdnUPdF2CA/s1600-h/_mg_4511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi-xBcKyMI/AAAAAAAAALg/YGdnUPdF2CA/s320/_mg_4511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375255904676137154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. panjang benar ni. shall be continued in part III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photos are courtesy of MTV Asia.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5376185348699085021?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5376185348699085021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5376185348699085021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5376185348699085021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5376185348699085021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-world-stage-my-first-big-concert.html' title='MTV World Stage, my first big concert: Part II.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/Spi5hUHSN5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/djuSpVadun8/s72-c/_mg_3612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5229480802697474400</id><published>2009-08-17T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T05:40:46.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage, my first big concert: Part I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolClF5A3cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RlW7ELLfYZc/s1600-h/welcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolClF5A3cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RlW7ELLfYZc/s320/welcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370897235619929538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first thing first, to shiela and ami, sila jangan menyampah with me for posting this. :P i was just damn excited, gile nye, and i also wanna make everyone who didnt come last nite, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jealous like hell&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;embrace yourself guys, it is gonna be a long one. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my amazing hectic saturday started with peeps kept calling me for the MTV World Stage tickets. jadi famous la for one day. lol. yup, i sold a pair of tickets. buat bisnes sket. if tak jadi cikgu, aku ley jadi businesswoman kot. ahaha. arep and nurul were like asking me to sell the tickets for much higher price, tapi if i sell with those prices, tade sape nak beli kot. nak cakap untung, tak gak, sebab voucher xpax tak diredeem. tapi last2 tu kawan ami cakap takyah kene tunjuk IC and sign pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so arep, u owe me rm100. hahaha . lmao.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about the tickets. nak story about the concert lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went there with shiela, tumpang "alfa romeo" die. ahaha. saje menggedik suruh shiela amik aku, nak bermanje2. haha. it was the first time i've met her. finally! first time jumpe, i was like, gile superCOOL shiela! and superHOT too! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikhlas ni babe, ko kene belanje aku caramel frapp ok?&lt;/span&gt; :P) nasib i'm not a guy, (or a lesbo as a matter of fact. haha.) and she was like a mom too, kira boleh jadi ibu mithali la, dah boleh kawin ah. ahaha. oh and i learned a new word from shiela. now i know what is COD. cash on delivery. kurang pengetahuan am betul aku ni. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolCvXx2kDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Nxsrn2abDh4/s1600-h/P8150014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolCvXx2kDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Nxsrn2abDh4/s320/P8150014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370897412220424242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;we make a great couple, eh? *wink-wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that, sampai kt entrance, we met ami, arep's college buddy. first time hanging out with her, she's like supercute! and superhyper too! and super girl-who-knows-it-all-lyrics. a girl with a very loud voice she is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna know why? stick around. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolC6eoH2VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/id8rCYBcaAE/s1600-h/P8150015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolC6eoH2VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/id8rCYBcaAE/s320/P8150015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370897603037223250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;with ami, my madu. yeah, we're married to tyson ritter and henry golding. and im engaged to martin johnson. haha. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at first we were like standing in the middle of the surf beach. damn, it was fcuking crowded gile, sampai aku tak boleh bernafas. dahlah crowded, pastu the guys who stood in front of us were like tall, tinggi macam galah, pastu dengan bau rokok lagi. i was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dudes, don’t you guys know that we couldn’t smoke once we got into the surf beach? duhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sesak gak ah masa tu. me and shiela were wearing mask for caution. we were like, a mask rider join venture with tuxedo bertopeng (sailormoon nye laki). macam nak g berperang, bak kate shiela. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolDG4wvfiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w4bZ2Kg_4Ao/s1600-h/P8150059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolDG4wvfiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w4bZ2Kg_4Ao/s320/P8150059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370897816211127842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;tuxedo bertopeng female version.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pastu tetiba my annoying little sis called. die nak extra ticket, nasib baik darrell xjadi g, kalau tak, memang kawan die tu tak dapat masuk. gile ah. dahla dah berdiri kat tengah2 tu, tetibe kene kua balik la. i was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wtf?&lt;/span&gt; she was getting on my nerves! bukan nak cakap awal2. so i had to go back to the main entrance which i felt like a miles away from the surf beach. gile penat. rase nak pengsan pun ade mase tu. and dalam hati aku menyumpah seranah, i was even yelling at my sis when she called. once i passed the extra ticket, i made a u-turn back to the beach. dalam hati cakap, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just smile lisa, just smile&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiela and ami, you guys tatau hakikat sebenar kan? haha.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while waiting for the gig to start, i’ve met kecik. die tegur dulu. i was like, tak sangka dalam beribu-ribu lemon orang ni, ley terjumpe dengan die. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious ke kecik, i looked diff ke?&lt;/span&gt; ramai kot yang cakap camtu. tapi about the taller thingy, i rase tak sangat kot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke you tu yang makin kecik?&lt;/span&gt; :P i tot sara was going, but she didnt, if not ley sembang2 kejap with me and kecik. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will be continued in part II. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolDO8yEDjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jQ7LbRVK1dQ/s1600-h/P8150069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolDO8yEDjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jQ7LbRVK1dQ/s320/P8150069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370897954729365042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we rocked hard: sweating, jumping up and down, singing along and screaming like mad, hell yeah! \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: this is like a tribute sket to shiela and ami for rocking out with me that nite. thanks babes. you guys are awesome. i heart you guys. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-thing-first-to-shiela-and-ami.html' title='MTV World Stage, my first big concert: Part I.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SolClF5A3cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RlW7ELLfYZc/s72-c/welcome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-7918159352100465449</id><published>2009-07-09T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:20:32.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who's loving you, who's loving me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are three things that i'm certain of&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. i'm starting to like teaching. believe it or not, i do. great teacher lisa (GTL) in making. now now kids, be patience, i know you guys are eager to have this teacher by the name lisa farhana to teach you chemistry, cikgu lisa farhana to be exact. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm so over him, as in HIM, the guy with that cute silly face, with a cute silly smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm still grieving, and mourning for our late king of pop, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;michael jackson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebwelove.com/Michael_Jackson/michael_jackson12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 405px;" src="http://www.celebwelove.com/Michael_Jackson/michael_jackson12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are also three thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s that i'm not sure of&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm having this mixed up feelings again. darn. i thought i made the right decision. did i? or did i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm not that obsessed with either adam lambert, or rob pattinson, kot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. last night i went out with my former crush, which i don't have that lovey dovey fling anymore, kot. he treated me dinner. and as usual, him with his nervousness made me chuckled a bit. berpeluh-peluh mase makan, pedas kot. so cute of him. then later that night, he was like asking me about my current status, i bet he knew about it when he checked my fb. so i told him about farhan, and suddenly he was being weird, cam sedih pun ade gak. he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saye memang nak kawan-kawan dulu&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i encouraged him about being friends with the girl that he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saye memang nak slow-slow, tapi sebab slow ah sume dah diamik orang. nak buat camne, redha je la&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like eager nak tau, so i asked him who and all. die tak jawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, he said he wanted to go to bed, he got class early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he left me with so many questions. i've been thinking, is there a chance he likes me? nahhh. cannot be la kan. takkanlah he likes me, kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i'm confused. and i'm not that happy being with you-know-who right now. i thought we can work this thing out, but he kept on getting on my nerves. i'm cheering myself right now by listening to one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;jackson five&lt;/span&gt;'s greatest hits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;who's loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ane6VJGlIMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ane6VJGlIMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;who's loving me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-7918159352100465449?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/7918159352100465449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=7918159352100465449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7918159352100465449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7918159352100465449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-loving-you-whos-loving-me.html' title='who&apos;s loving you, who&apos;s loving me?'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1975420818101652971</id><published>2009-06-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:13:31.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my funny valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SidU4EtVTjI/AAAAAAAAAII/gv7S5K2c67s/s1600-h/akad+%2825%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SidU4EtVTjI/AAAAAAAAAII/gv7S5K2c67s/s400/akad+%2825%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343332805211672114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;him and his sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just looking at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;make me feel like an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;imagine if i ever came into his family.&lt;br /&gt;i will be the clown, the joker the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be his &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;funny valentine&lt;/span&gt;? could i be his &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;funny valentine&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/biw2lABwAuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/biw2lABwAuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My funny valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sweet comic valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You make me smile with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your looks are laughable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Unphotographable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yet you're my favourite work of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1975420818101652971?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1975420818101652971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;eventhough it is forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;edward cullen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but how can he find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adam lambert&lt;/span&gt;, please be my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;edward cullen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: mesti you guys think, lagi-lagi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam lambert&lt;/span&gt; kan? well, what can i say, i am madly, deeply in love with him right now. just watch this vid, he's beautiful, so was his singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm proud to announce that i am officially a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GLAMBERT&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Er9V7FqL6U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Er9V7FqL6U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it seemed like kelly is so into &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xE62Ryl-XY&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/_xE62Ryl-XY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-8397634834014255222?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8397634834014255222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=8397634834014255222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8397634834014255222'/><link 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;P) just to see who's gonna win the american idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn thrilled when i saw him, the sexy beast, yes, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edward culle&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; of rock, the rock god, the deadly snake, whatever you want to call him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqQJe8VD5Ek/SWzD53dpGRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XjH6CaTxEvo/s800/Adam+Lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqQJe8VD5Ek/SWzD53dpGRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XjH6CaTxEvo/s800/Adam+Lambert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;damn, he's hot! *drools* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3252318674_171a14a394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3252318674_171a14a394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's emo, and so am i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://poponthepop.com/images/gallery/adam-lambert-has-gorgeous-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 304px;" src="http://poponthepop.com/images/gallery/adam-lambert-has-gorgeous-eyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; and his clean cut face. he's got gorgeous &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when ryan was about to announce who's gonna win it, i was feeling very nervous, somehow felt like throwing up. i don't know why the heck i was feeling so nervous, butterflies and hurricanes all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"and the american idol 2009 is ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;kris allen&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.watchingamericanidol.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/kris-allen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 442px;" src="http://www.watchingamericanidol.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/kris-allen3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;my heart dropped, dropped to the ground and i felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;(i was such a drama queen kan? haha. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;my jaw dropped, it was shocking, i mean come on, was i dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the great &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT&lt;/span&gt; didn't win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is that? why is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it really is a mad, mad world. is the reason why adam didn't win because he's gay? oh come on, we shouldn't judge someone based on his sexual orientation, it's prejudice. and i'm against it. it should be based on talent, and no doubt adam is very talented. who else can hit the high notes as good as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;'s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i know my sister is damn excited her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;krissy allen&lt;/span&gt; won, but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; will be phenomenal, he will be big. just look at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;david archuleta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clay aiken&lt;/span&gt;, they didn't win AI, but they made it, they outshine the american idols themselves. not to worry &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;, i will be routing, cheering, and supporting you all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long live &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adam lambert&lt;/span&gt;, the rockgod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/ShTOoyPnUOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xGAId96sMfY/s1600-h/03_adam_lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/ShTOoyPnUOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xGAId96sMfY/s400/03_adam_lambert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118658418233570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you are my idol, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/adam_lambert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.celebtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/adam_lambert1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the young elvis. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/ShTOyrB1tnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_VtMFF0bdbw/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/ShTOyrB1tnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_VtMFF0bdbw/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118828280100466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who cares if he's gay pun? he's brilliantly talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/adam-lambert-fan_398x398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 398px;" src="http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/adam-lambert-fan_398x398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;katy perry&lt;/span&gt; is a big fan of him! not just me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i know i'm being emo and all (hey, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam lambert&lt;/span&gt; is an emo guy what.),&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys. i just want adam to win so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;kris&lt;/span&gt; is ok, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; is better! nak buat camne? tade rezeki kot. tape la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;. i bet you're gonna be big and phenomenal, than the so called american idol. just wait and see. anyhow, congrats &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;kris allen&lt;/span&gt; for being the american idol! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmmzaeKx8B4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/BmmzaeKx8B4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with him for the first time when i heard this song. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; reminded me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;muse&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;matthew bellamy&lt;/span&gt;. and i love &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;muse&lt;/span&gt;. and of course &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam lamber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbiHtH3kUpM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/KbiHtH3kUpM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i first heard this song, i totally head over heels with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;! oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;~ and somehow this song reminds me of someone. *wink-wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGJGTdhbGEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/YGJGTdhbGEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could you be so heartless &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;kris&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXGBWQdHsyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXGBWQdHsyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a mad and cruel world for us, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt;, but you've got me by your side.&lt;br /&gt;and this will be the last vid i posted for today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-8127066825747146165?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8127066825747146165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=8127066825747146165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8127066825747146165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/8127066825747146165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-mad-mad-world.html' title='it&apos;s a mad, mad world.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqQJe8VD5Ek/SWzD53dpGRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XjH6CaTxEvo/s72-c/Adam+Lambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-6150346584642191660</id><published>2009-04-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:58:00.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>false alarm.</title><content type='html'>i take back my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT all guys suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still nice, decent, boy-next door kinda guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought they were all dead. or extinct at the very least. but i was wrong. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to the subject of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we both failed with flying colors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;azman&lt;/span&gt;, but we are just the same, we are the loners in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, unlucky in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're one of the bestest guy friend i ever have, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i heart you&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just forget about this thing called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being single is not that bad, we can flirt with whoever we wanted, and then dump them in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;trash can&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;sanitary landfills&lt;/span&gt; for good. ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i that cruel or what? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: being emo brings no harm to anyone &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;zaki&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not a serial killer. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-6150346584642191660?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6150346584642191660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=6150346584642191660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6150346584642191660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6150346584642191660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/04/false-alarm.html' title='false alarm.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-9131686876245094422</id><published>2009-04-28T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:48:46.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guys, they should just die.</title><content type='html'>no offense guys, but i think you guys SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the ladies in the house say oh~ ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-9131686876245094422?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/9131686876245094422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=9131686876245094422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/9131686876245094422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/9131686876245094422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/04/guys-they-should-just-die.html' title='guys, they should just die.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1184007015558057448</id><published>2009-04-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:05:26.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serabai nye si geli mat!</title><content type='html'>i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LAUGHING MY ARSE OFF&lt;/span&gt; to these two vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diorang mmg tade keje. buat translations gile lawak camtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sangat kelaka. gile babeng ar. wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebelum itu, sila kuatkan volume anda. jangan mute ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZfu4uO8DNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZfu4uO8DNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/nZfu4uO8DNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my fav vid&lt;/span&gt;. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_qcQWSNepM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/X_qcQWSNepM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ini baru name nye mikail jaksun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(bak kate ayah, my dad. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1184007015558057448?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5800792385701890657</id><published>2009-04-12T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:04:46.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terbakar macam lilin.</title><content type='html'>i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sick and tired being sick and tired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm burning like a candle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terbakar macam lilin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGDXelJQzKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/RGDXelJQzKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i wanna have a WHITE TIE AFFAIR with the omg-smokin-HOT vocalist, Chris Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;the model shouldn't have exposed too much of her skin. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5800792385701890657?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5800792385701890657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5800792385701890657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5800792385701890657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5800792385701890657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/04/terbakar-macam-lilin.html' title='terbakar macam lilin.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1202832729063951203</id><published>2009-03-23T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:39:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Mr A.</title><content type='html'>terjaga aku dari tidur.&lt;br /&gt;hujan turun dengan lebat.&lt;br /&gt;seolah menangisi nasibnya yang sering malang.&lt;br /&gt;seperti aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berbaloi rasa nya tak tidur satu malam.&lt;br /&gt;dapat ku duga hati nya sedikit sebanyak.&lt;br /&gt;biarpun sedikit, ianya membuka mata ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah selama ini aku hidup di alam fantasi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;earth to lisa. duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. aku memang sangat desperate.&lt;br /&gt;ya. aku memang selalu berharap pada sesuatu yang belum pasti.&lt;br /&gt;ya. aku memang mudah jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi salah kah jika aku begitu?&lt;br /&gt;salah kah jika aku mempunyai hati dan perasaan dan kau tidak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biar lah. kini aku mengerti apa yang terbuku dalam hati mu.&lt;br /&gt;biar kau tidak meluahkan. aku mengerti, apa yang tersurat dan tersirat dalam hati mu kini.&lt;br /&gt;biar lah aku membawa diri.&lt;br /&gt;biar kau tidak sudi, aku tak ingin dikecewa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one down, two more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mr N&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mr F&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;first come first serve eh?&lt;br /&gt;siapa cepat dia dapat. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mr A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so long and farewell.&lt;br /&gt;selamat tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;selamat jalan romeo. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini ada lagu khas buat mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-c9LHqtskhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/-c9LHqtskhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye Mr A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You promised you would love us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you knew too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye Mr A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You had all the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But no human touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If life is subtraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your number is up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your love is a fraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not adding up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1202832729063951203?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1202832729063951203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=1202832729063951203&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1202832729063951203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1202832729063951203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-mr.html' title='Goodbye Mr A.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5466415091466764706</id><published>2009-03-22T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:59:50.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bitch will always be a bitch.</title><content type='html'>HEY YOU mothafucka bitch!&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare call me a bitch when YOU yourself is a bimbo bitch ever.&lt;br /&gt;you said what?&lt;br /&gt;you hate me, and will always hate me and don't give a damn about me.&lt;br /&gt;i was never existed in your life, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't ask my friend to be the messenger, she's my friend, she's not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yadayadayada, blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT? like i care!&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a damn at all!&lt;br /&gt;u think i'm still afraid of you? u wanna hunt me down? huh!&lt;br /&gt;u wanna piece of me? bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? hell i don't give a damn about you and everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;and am never afraid of you.&lt;br /&gt;such a shorty slut but wanna act tough. sedar diri la wey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to hell la!&lt;br /&gt;wait. i know you've always wanted to go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;you belong in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you gonna stop pissing around?&lt;br /&gt;when are you gonna stop making people feel miserable as they don't go the way like you do?&lt;br /&gt;well guess what. you're not making me feel that way again. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insaf la wahai siti nur khaleela.&lt;br /&gt;life is short. bile2 mase dunia ley kiamat.&lt;br /&gt;stop being so bitchy and slutty and start caring for other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;you're not all that.&lt;br /&gt;ask for Allah's forgiveness. and other people that you've hurt for their forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't wanna forgive and forget. fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna puppy-eyed begging you like i used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said go fuck myself? well i say,&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fuck anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this moment i will say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i don't even know someone by the name siti nur khaleela. is she even existed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it.&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: guys, pardon my vulgarity. i was so damn mad with someone. it's been so long since i've cursed people around. kuranglah pahala puasa ku hari ini. hurm hurm hurm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5466415091466764706?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5466415091466764706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5466415091466764706&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5466415091466764706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5466415091466764706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitch-will-always-be-bitch.html' title='a bitch will always be a bitch.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-7359545705464762083</id><published>2009-03-21T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:00:03.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si gadis dan kebodohannya.</title><content type='html'>di suatu senja, seorang gadis duduk bersendirian sambil tertanya-tanya;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh kah aku kerana menyukai seseorang yang telah menolak aku buat sekian kali kerana takut pada komitmen dan jatuh cinta pada nya kembali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lama si gadis terdiam. kemudian dia tertanya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh kah aku kerana menyukai seseorang selama tiga tahun yang hanya sekarang dia menyedari kewujudan ku? adakah harus aku meluahkan atau hanya menunggu sesuatu yang belum pasti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air mata si gadis bergenangan. kemudian dia tertanya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh kah aku kerana meninggalkan seseorang yang betul-betul cinta pada ku dan sehingga kini masih menunggu cinta ku bertaut pada nya semula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apa pendapat kalian? bodoh kah si gadis tersebut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagi aku, si gadis itu tidak bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;aku kasihan pada nya.&lt;br /&gt;si gadis tak mampu membezakan definisi cinta dan suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagi aku, cinta yang paling agung hanya lah pada yang satu, Allah SWT yang Maha Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku berpegang pada prinsip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;john tucker must die. every guy must die! hahaha! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ini hanya lah fiksyen semata-mata. tiada kaitan dengan aku, kot. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-7359545705464762083?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/7359545705464762083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=7359545705464762083&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7359545705464762083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7359545705464762083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-gadis-dan-kebodohannya.html' title='si gadis dan kebodohannya.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-24879988704181420</id><published>2009-03-16T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:12:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged again by kakak makcik. ;)</title><content type='html'>tagged by nurul aka kakak makcik. (tgh bosan thp gaban, tade mood sbb tu buat. hahaha. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERATURAN TAG:&lt;br /&gt;* Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;* Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;* Press play&lt;br /&gt;* For every question, type the song that’s playing&lt;br /&gt;* When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;* Once completed, tag 5 other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Picture by Kid Rock (feat Sheryl Crow)&lt;br /&gt;- a very sad song indeed about two people who cant be together eventhough they like each other. ade kah kes ini serupa dgn kes "kami"? hurm hurm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;- yeah! sangat setuju! im miserably susah nak bangun pagi! haha. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School:&lt;br /&gt;How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;- how can we be far when we just set our foot into the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Love:&lt;br /&gt;Holiday by Greenday&lt;br /&gt;- yeah yeah yeah. when i was on vacations, i got struck by puppy loves quite some time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song:&lt;br /&gt;The Anthem by Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;- i dont ever wanna be just like you! this is a fight song eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Walking Along by Greenday&lt;br /&gt;- walking along when you've broken up. that is true. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;You Versus The Sea by Daphne Loves Derby&lt;br /&gt;- a good song indeed for a cool prom nite. i so wanna dance to this beat with a guy. ehem ehem. who wants to be my prom date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Good:&lt;br /&gt;When The Sun Goes Down by Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;- life is good when the sun goes down! hell yeah! i lalalove u alex turner! hugs and kisses. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;All Black by Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;- ni time drive malam2 kot. huhu. scarrry! tak pernah drive malam2 oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Where You'd Go by Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;- this song brought back memories. sedeynye! hurm hurm.&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go, i miss u so~&lt;br /&gt;since like its been forever that you've been gone~&lt;br /&gt;please come back home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Love:&lt;br /&gt;The Town's Been Talking by The Maine.&lt;br /&gt;- woo. ni cam gossip pasal aku dan ehem ehem je. is he my true love? please let it be him. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;Days End by Ivoryline&lt;br /&gt;- so true. once we got married, our jolly days will be ended. hahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of Triumph:&lt;br /&gt;Stuck With Me by Greenday&lt;br /&gt;- tade kene mengena langsung la dey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;My Paradise by All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;- woo. hopefully it will be true; heaven is a paradise right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;Love Machine by Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;- ape kejadah? huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer by My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;- aiyark. cancer la pulak. takut2. huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siap sedia untuk ditag:&lt;br /&gt;1. zaki akizaki.&lt;br /&gt;2. cik lizi.&lt;br /&gt;3. kakak makcik, dh tatau nk tagged sape.&lt;br /&gt;4. sahabat handai ku di fesbuk yang membaca nota kakikukukakaku ini. ;P&lt;br /&gt;5. sape-sape la yang baca blog ku yan tah hape-hape ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-24879988704181420?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/24879988704181420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=24879988704181420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/24879988704181420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/24879988704181420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-nurul-aka-kakak-makcik.html' title='tagged again by kakak makcik. ;)'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-2893301584660947780</id><published>2009-03-07T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:59:28.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cemburu melihat mereka-mereka itu.</title><content type='html'>aku cemburu.&lt;br /&gt;cemburu melihat mereka-mereka itu.&lt;br /&gt;mereka-mereka yang berpasang-pasangan.&lt;br /&gt;di kiri ku lihat rancak berbual.&lt;br /&gt;si lelaki berwajah jambu, si perempuan berwajah comel.&lt;br /&gt;sangat cocok sekali.&lt;br /&gt;di kanan ku lihat duduk berapatan.&lt;br /&gt;kurang cocok sedikit, namun mesra berduaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa hiba tiba-tiba menerpa.&lt;br /&gt;rasa sedih pabila memikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;rasa kesal tiada gunanya.&lt;br /&gt;ku tahankan jua air mata yang ingin mengalir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hati ini rasa sayu.&lt;br /&gt;sayu pabila mengenangkan harapan yang tiada berkesudahan.&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku yang harus memulakan dahulu?&lt;br /&gt;atau ku harus tunggu dan terus menunggu?&lt;br /&gt;ku tak ingin jadi seperti dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;meluahkan, dan dikecewakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itulah kali pertama luahan hati.&lt;br /&gt;dan itu juga lah sekian terakhirnya.&lt;br /&gt;aku tak ingin dikecewakan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;aku tak ingin menangis lagi. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-2893301584660947780?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2893301584660947780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=2893301584660947780&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2893301584660947780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/2893301584660947780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/cemburu-melihat-mereka-mereka-itu.html' title='cemburu melihat mereka-mereka itu.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-6888435905980883435</id><published>2009-02-28T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:04:24.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumahku, syurgaku.</title><content type='html'>walaupun agak sukar untuk aku memperkatakannya,&lt;br /&gt;aku harus akui.&lt;br /&gt;benarlah apa yang dikata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rumahku, syurgaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home sweet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; there's just no place like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; home is where the heart is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biar ku tak tahan dengan bebelan mamaku,&lt;br /&gt;biar ku tak sanggup mendengar rungutan ayahku,&lt;br /&gt;biar ku tak gemar pabila mereka bergaduh,&lt;br /&gt;biar ku sering bergaduh dengan adikku,&lt;br /&gt;aku rindukan semua itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu masakan mama yang selalu masak banyak.&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu bebelan nya. (believe it or not!)&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu saat ayah membuat lawak nya.&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu ke-sporting-an nya.&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu nak window shopping dengan adik aku.&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu nak panggil nya dengan nama yang bukan-bukan. (gila jahat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nak balik rumah!&lt;br /&gt;pertama kali aku terpanggil untuk balik ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;biarpun baru sebulan berjauhan di upsi.&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak karuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya Allah, ku pohon Kau beri kekuatan kepadaku, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; tinggal dua minggu lagi untuk ku harungi hari-hari sukar sebelum ku pulang ke pangkuan keluarga tercinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" let me go home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm just too far, from where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i wanna come home. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(michael buble - home)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-6888435905980883435?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6888435905980883435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=6888435905980883435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6888435905980883435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6888435905980883435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/rumahku-syurgaku.html' title='rumahku, syurgaku.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1125656148192011078</id><published>2009-02-22T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:53:14.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tujuh hari kemudian.</title><content type='html'>ahad, 22 februari 2009.&lt;br /&gt;7.06 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genap seminggu si dia menghilang.&lt;br /&gt;genap seminggu juga aku diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PENGUMUMAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dengan ini, secara rasmi nya, saya yang bernama lisa farhana binti abdul razak telah menjadi janda, semula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;aku single&lt;/span&gt;. kenapa? tak percaya?&lt;br /&gt;resolusi tahun baru ku perlu diubah semula, terpaksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usah ditanya bila.&lt;br /&gt;usah ditanya mengapa.&lt;br /&gt;usah ditanya bagaimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiada ku rasa sedih.&lt;br /&gt;tiada air mata berlinangan.&lt;br /&gt;apatah lagi bercucuran.&lt;br /&gt;bahkan aku rasa bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;tak perlu hidup berpura-pura.&lt;br /&gt;tak perlu lagi bertikam lidah.&lt;br /&gt;aku sakit hati. si dia amarah.&lt;br /&gt;tak perlu ku teruskan kehidupan seperti itu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun jiwaku tidak tenteram.&lt;br /&gt;tiada lagi perhatian 24 jam sehari.&lt;br /&gt;tiada lagi kiriman sms cinta.&lt;br /&gt;tiada lagi suara gelak ketawa di corong telefon.&lt;br /&gt;tiada lagi si dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah ini petanda bahawa ku merindui diri nya?&lt;br /&gt;oh tidak sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku temui &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr right&lt;/span&gt; sudah.&lt;br /&gt;atau adakah dia bukan orang nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang nyata aku mudah jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;yang nyata juga aku sering dikecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persoalan demi persoalan timbul di minda.&lt;br /&gt;adakah dia berperasaan yang sama?&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku terlalu mengharap?&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku bermain dengan perasaan ku sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;yang pasti aku tiada jawapan nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: ke-skema-an ku adalah inspirasi daripada penulis-penulis yang beraspirasi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sila check witty writers for more info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dan juga tatkala aku ingin melelapkan mata.&lt;br /&gt;dan semasa di dalam kamar mandi. ;P&lt;br /&gt;rasa untuk menulis membuak-buak.&lt;br /&gt;idea mencurah-curah ke ladang gandum.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as I lalalove English,&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku rasa sekali-sekala memartabatkan Bahasa Melayu tak salah kan? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1125656148192011078?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1125656148192011078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=1125656148192011078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1125656148192011078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1125656148192011078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/tujuh-hari-kemudian.html' title='tujuh hari kemudian.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-4516562188985481037</id><published>2009-02-21T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:05:40.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sepucuk surat kiriman tak rasmi buat sang cupid.</title><content type='html'>ke hadapan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;encik cupid chokehold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya nak buat satu aduan mengenai tindakan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;encik cupid&lt;/span&gt; ke atas empunya diri ini.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa kah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;encik cupid&lt;/span&gt; telah menembak saya menggunakan pistol &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tatau model apa&lt;/span&gt;, tepat di hati ini? dan tidak lagi menggunakan panah arjuna, senjata tradisional &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;encik cupid&lt;/span&gt; itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh kejam &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;encik cupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentang-mentang ni bulan februari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bulan cinta&lt;/span&gt; kunun-kunun nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak semena-mena&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;encik cupid&lt;/span&gt; menembak saya.&lt;br /&gt;bull's eye lak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya cedera parah ni.&lt;br /&gt;dikatakan mengalami sindrom terjatuh dan tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;para doktor yang cerdik pandai lagi bijaksana pun tak mampu merawat hati ini yang semakin parah.&lt;br /&gt;perlukan seseorang untuk merawatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tolong saya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;tiada yang benar melainkan yang benar belaka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lisa farhana yang sengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: alamat surat-menyurat terpaksa dirahsiakan atas sebab-sebab peribadi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-4516562188985481037?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4516562188985481037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=4516562188985481037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4516562188985481037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4516562188985481037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/sepucuk-surat-kiriman-tak-rasmi-buat.html' title='sepucuk surat kiriman tak rasmi buat sang cupid.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5783712573560132092</id><published>2009-02-21T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:38:06.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a question without an answer, yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;aku ada soalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and soalan tu aku tak dapat jawab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hingga ke hari ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;soalan bernilai satu juta hinggit;  berbunyi begini (disertai sound effect who wants to be a millionare~):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;adakah aku bermain dengan perasaan atau perasaan yg bermain dengan aku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ini soalan berbentuk structure/essay. jadi tiada jawapan multiple choice disediakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sesiapa ada jawapan nya. sila maklumkan pada ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;p/s: aku kempunan ayam golek yang bergolek-golek. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5783712573560132092?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5783712573560132092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5783712573560132092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5783712573560132092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5783712573560132092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/question-without-answer-yet.html' title='a question without an answer, yet.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-4376125437523995661</id><published>2009-02-17T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:44:19.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photographs and memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the title says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but i have none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i mean. none taken that sunny sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;that day that i will never ever forget in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wargh! menyesal gile lak tak amik mase tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;yela. bukan senang nak &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pakai baju kaler yang same&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;kebetulan lak tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kebetulan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bkn dirancang okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;bukannye ape. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;malu gile sey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;takkan aku nak tergedik2 cakap nak amik gamba lak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;jatuh la standard aku. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woo woo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;whatever it is. i really enjoyed that so-called date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;being with you-know-who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sangat berharap there will be a second one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and the third one, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth, and the seventh, and the ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hohoho. sudah lebih nampak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;kepada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;encik naza kia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sila lah belanja saye lg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;nanti saye belanje gak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;lepas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;carrot susu&lt;/span&gt;, saye belanje &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;aiskrim&lt;/span&gt; lak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;aiskrim mesia singgit satu&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hugs and kisses&lt;/span&gt;. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;p/s: wise man said, only fools rush things. and i'm one of the fools. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-4376125437523995661?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4376125437523995661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=4376125437523995661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4376125437523995661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/4376125437523995661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/photographs-and-memories.html' title='photographs and memories.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-5481201809930399756</id><published>2009-02-13T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:51:13.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by nurul, si kakak makcik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Peraturan Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senaraikan:&lt;br /&gt;• 3 lagu yang wajib ada dalam playlist.&lt;br /&gt;• 3 barang yang wajib bawa bersama.&lt;br /&gt;• 3 tempat yang dekat di hati.&lt;br /&gt;• 3 laman web yang selalu dilawati (selain Facebook, Friendster, dan Myspace)&lt;br /&gt;• 3 blog yang mahu di-tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 lagu yang wajib ada dalam playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;invincible by jesse mccartney. [i just love this song. and jesse of course. ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love story by rain/bi. [i love the rhythm of this song. not quite a rain lover.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinking of you by katy perry. [lagu ini sgt sedey. i cried when i 1st listened to it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 barang yang wajib bawa bersama:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;duit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ic/lesen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 tempat yang dekat di hati:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pandan indah, kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rawang, selangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tempat shopping ley kira x? haha. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3 laman web yang selalu dilawati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tagged.com [best sbb everyday ade je comments, msgs and sume2 tu.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;google.com [sumber maklumat utama ku.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reflexivearcade.com [a place for noob gamers.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3 blog yang mahu di-tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cik nurul mohammed dh tagged. so xkn nk tag lg kot. hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaheera razak. tp die msti tamau. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nk tag org yg xde blog ley ke? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-5481201809930399756?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5481201809930399756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=5481201809930399756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5481201809930399756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/5481201809930399756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-nurul-si-kakak-makcik.html' title='tagged by nurul, si kakak makcik.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-7165668811853479701</id><published>2009-02-13T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:36:58.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak ku sangka blog ku ini ada pembaca nya.</title><content type='html'>skemata gile tajuk di atas. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;aku bru dimaklumkn bhw blog ku ini ade pembaca nye.&lt;br /&gt;oleh itu. aku trpkse men-delete bbrp posts yg dh lame.&lt;br /&gt;sudah tiba ms nye aku mg-update blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kpd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pakcik aswad si jambu yg xsbrp nk jambu&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ko dh bc blog aku kn?&lt;br /&gt;jgn dok sebar2 cite2 kt org lain sudah.&lt;br /&gt;trmasuk la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encik naza kia&lt;/span&gt;. ok?&lt;br /&gt;klau x siap la ko aku keje kn.&lt;br /&gt;wakaka. [gelak scr zalim.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kpd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakak makcik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;old post abt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bdk boroi&lt;/span&gt; tu.&lt;br /&gt;buat2 cm xbc la eh.&lt;br /&gt;act i xnk org bc.&lt;br /&gt;tu yg post kt sini.&lt;br /&gt;x sangka lak ade org bc.&lt;br /&gt;segan gile! hehe. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-7165668811853479701?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/7165668811853479701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=7165668811853479701&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7165668811853479701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/7165668811853479701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/tak-ku-sangka-blog-ku-ini-ada-pembaca.html' title='tak ku sangka blog ku ini ada pembaca nya.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-821181200488120187</id><published>2008-12-30T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:51:55.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009! here i come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im not gonna yada-yada, blablabla for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;these are my resolutions for 2008. lets check whether i fulfill them or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. get better grades and cgpas for both sems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uncheck. i sucked at both sems. ughh. dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. be much more nicer, friendlier with others. more outgoing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i say atas pagar? yes i've been nicer. but still. i might hurt others without even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;knowing it. and i was hurt myself. like soo many times this year (2008 is what i meant).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. get a crash course for driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well. i drove once. like pusing-pusing for i dont know how many times. i really need to conquer my fears of accidents and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i got a lot of junk in my trunk. does that count too? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. make an extreme makeover to myself. my room. and my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;makeover to myself; check. to my room and my house; un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. to do something big or huge plus risky and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haha. this is the crappiest resolution ever! uncheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. get a cute guy to be my bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i achieved this one believe it or not! infact, he's not just cute, he's a hottie. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so lucky me to have ahmad farhan kamaruddin as my bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SVsQYSAopPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ykY8ovcz0LI/s1600-h/edited+han.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SVsQYSAopPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ykY8ovcz0LI/s320/edited+han.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285836596986815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ahmad farhan bin kamaruddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dear han-ey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;amad yg tomey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cinapek yg hot gile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bucuk yg manje gile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;shrek, the green ogre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sugar pie honey bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i've been thinking what are my new year's resolutions for 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pretty hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but i came up with nothing. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i guess it will be pretty much the same. minus the crappy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and some add ons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. to get much much good grades and cgpas for this upcoming sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;farhan and i promised to compete with each other. i don't want him to outshine me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. to survive my practical which will be somewhere in june/july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm really scared to face this! infact, it's not fair for us to do practical during our 7th sem! please God gives us miracles and make them change back to sem 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be a good gf. a good friend. a good sister and of course a good daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;be a  good gf to my ahmad farhan kamaruddin, a good friend to my friends, be much more nicer to my lil sister (i don't know if i ever can be one. haha.)  and a really darling daughter to my parents (i'm not sure about this one too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. to save more money. to buy a brand new laptop. and other possesions. and pay back my phone debts to my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i think i can handle this one. i have to set up a budget. ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. try not to reminisce those photographs and memories being in love with you-know-who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i still want him to be my friend though. even if he doesn't want to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still love u as my bestfriend, my one and only pakcik boroi. if u read this, i'm sorry for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thats it. i think five resols are good enough. i hope i can fulfill them! ganbatte kudasai lisa farhana!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-821181200488120187?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/821181200488120187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=821181200488120187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/821181200488120187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/821181200488120187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-here-i-come.html' title='2009! here i come!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SVsQYSAopPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ykY8ovcz0LI/s72-c/edited+han.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-6814825360337789710</id><published>2008-02-04T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:04:21.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no mathematics to love and loss.</title><content type='html'>hey. im back again for a one week holidays.&lt;br /&gt;sooo many things happened to me last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ive got tons and tons of assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i skipped my inorg test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i went home early. with my BIG, HUGE, and HUMONGOUS  [dont know whether its a word or not] bag all the way from my rumah sewa to the UPSI bus and to the STARCOACH bus and then to the pudu bus station [an hour and a half later] and then all the way to the plaza rakyat lrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carried the bag like mad. like a homeless person. like someone who was about to faint.&lt;br /&gt;as i did not have my breakfast. not even lunch. and i was wearing my baju kurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt care at all. eventhough there were like some cute guys ive met during my so-called journey back home. they didnt matter to me. nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go home to see my late grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. she died on the 1st of feb 2008. in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i rushed back home. to see her for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to see her for the last time. well i was the last one actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Al-Fatihah&lt;/span&gt; to arwah.&lt;br /&gt;semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat oleh Allah SWT dan ditempatkan di kalangan orang-orang soleh. AMIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-6814825360337789710?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6814825360337789710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=6814825360337789710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6814825360337789710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/6814825360337789710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-no-mathematics-to-love-and.html' title='there is no mathematics to love and loss.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1729866496010319169</id><published>2008-01-13T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:08:13.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be a rockstar!</title><content type='html'>this is the 2nd post of my collection of rockstars' pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the amazing art of rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rSO1xt64I/AAAAAAAAADU/50VCOFYQ5gc/s1600-h/bnw+choi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rSO1xt64I/AAAAAAAAADU/50VCOFYQ5gc/s320/bnw+choi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163875874564994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choi jong hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a one korean rockstar hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rSO1xt65I/AAAAAAAAADc/7OOEOGWgutY/s1600-h/bnw+devon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rSO1xt65I/AAAAAAAAADc/7OOEOGWgutY/s320/bnw+devon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163875874565010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devon werkheiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka ned bigby slash rockstar kiddo in making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRmlxt6zI/AAAAAAAAACs/ku8EqSZ-iR4/s1600-h/Artist-193-1466193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRmlxt6zI/AAAAAAAAACs/ku8EqSZ-iR4/s320/Artist-193-1466193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163184384830258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zack the dragon. ALL TIME LOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all time yummy-licious with his bass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRmlxt60I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OrxqipnAqkA/s1600-h/bnw+andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRmlxt60I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OrxqipnAqkA/s320/bnw+andy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163184384830274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;azwin andy. ESTRANGED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hot drummer who looks a lot like christian capes! but they're not brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRm1xt62I/AAAAAAAAADE/Lc6Ml_ysc0M/s1600-h/the+hoosiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRm1xt62I/AAAAAAAAADE/Lc6Ml_ysc0M/s320/the+hoosiers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163188679797602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HOOSIERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye Mr. A. hello new superheroes, the hoosiers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRm1xt61I/AAAAAAAAAC8/0eiZJfFJnCE/s1600-h/bittersweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRm1xt61I/AAAAAAAAAC8/0eiZJfFJnCE/s320/bittersweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163188679797586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITTERSWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the next big thing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRm1xt63I/AAAAAAAAADM/f7gt2hUjOqE/s1600-h/bnw+hujan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rRm1xt63I/AAAAAAAAADM/f7gt2hUjOqE/s320/bnw+hujan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155163188679797618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUJAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone's favourite local band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. these are my rockstars.&lt;br /&gt;do you have your own favourites?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you wanna share with me. with all other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;please drop a comment or anything. really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1729866496010319169?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1729866496010319169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=1729866496010319169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1729866496010319169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1729866496010319169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wanna-be-rockstar.html' title='i wanna be a rockstar!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4rSO1xt64I/AAAAAAAAADU/50VCOFYQ5gc/s72-c/bnw+choi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1307126467879799174</id><published>2008-01-13T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:08:14.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plug in baby!</title><content type='html'>hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;its sunday and its raining all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;im cold. always feel like peeing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'll be going back to tg malim. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be missing the internet! waaaaa. *cry out loud*&lt;br /&gt;these few days i was all searching through the internet about bands.&lt;br /&gt;local bands. yes. i'm addicted to local bands. for now.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to meet uncle hussain, bittersweet, lucy in the loo and hujan for their fab tracks.&lt;br /&gt;i'm appreciating local bands much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support our local bands! MALAYSIA BOLEH! huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean i give up international bands. i still think bands like arctic monkeys, muse, panic! at the disco, the hoosiers rock the fcuking hell out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon my vulgarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna share with you some of my masterpiece pictures. credits to whoever took the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys with guitars, pianos and drums are so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nkDlxt6tI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_T0plLj9QX4/s1600-h/bnw+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nkDlxt6tI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_T0plLj9QX4/s320/bnw+matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154901998833625810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk2Vxt6uI/AAAAAAAAACE/T0t2CTL-NHM/s1600-h/bnw+matt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk2Vxt6uI/AAAAAAAAACE/T0t2CTL-NHM/s320/bnw+matt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154902870711986914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matthew bellamy. MUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the superb multi talented MUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk2lxt6vI/AAAAAAAAACM/Aas1mhA5O-I/s1600-h/bnw+dougie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk2lxt6vI/AAAAAAAAACM/Aas1mhA5O-I/s320/bnw+dougie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154902875006954226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dougie poynter. MCFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCFLY's most cutest teeny booper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk2lxt6wI/AAAAAAAAACU/5rB77Lv5sJM/s1600-h/bu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk2lxt6wI/AAAAAAAAACU/5rB77Lv5sJM/s320/bu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154902875006954242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk3Fxt6xI/AAAAAAAAACc/dSPih4vOiRE/s1600-h/brent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk3Fxt6xI/AAAAAAAAACc/dSPih4vOiRE/s320/brent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154902883596888850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brendon urie. PANIC! AT THE DISCO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the manly BIG voice of P!ATD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk3Fxt6yI/AAAAAAAAACk/LMw2iDOx6es/s1600-h/alex+turner+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nk3Fxt6yI/AAAAAAAAACk/LMw2iDOx6es/s320/alex+turner+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154902883596888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alex turner. ARCTIC MONKEYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mastermind of ARTIC MONKEYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update the rest later. i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1307126467879799174?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1307126467879799174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=1307126467879799174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1307126467879799174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1307126467879799174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2008/01/plug-in-baby.html' title='plug in baby!'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/R4nkDlxt6tI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_T0plLj9QX4/s72-c/bnw+matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003540245351718530.post-1324382517780737927</id><published>2007-12-31T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:15:33.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's resolutions.</title><content type='html'>its new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;i bet everyone have their own ways to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;as for me. i'll be stuck at home. watching tv. eagerly waiting to see fireworks from my balcony.&lt;br /&gt;just like the year before. and the year before that year. and the year before that two years.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. enough crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my 2007's resolutions. lets see whether i made it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. get better grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. to be nicer. erm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;check. i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. get a change or a makeover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uncheck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for makeover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;comment: i changed from a emo slash goth girl into a lil-bit-plumpy-and-chubby-but-not-fat girl who craves for chocolates and food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. get a bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uncheck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. i cant recalled the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my 2007's resolutions suck. esp the fourth one. i've been single like 1 year and 2 months. thats really sucks. i've met like gazillions of hot guys [majority: high school students.] but no one ever fall for me. maybe i'm a jinx when it comes to guys.&lt;br /&gt;ah. what the heck. it's not like it's the end of the world if you don't have that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;i mean at the moment. because we eventually will meet them sooner or late right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a new way better resolutions for 2008. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;get better grades and cgpas for both sems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;be much more nicer, friendlier with others. more outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;note: i've been quite a jerk to lots of my friends. sorry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;get a crash course for driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; i really need to drive again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; i'm going to be 21 next year. but i have the body of a 15 or 16 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[you guys have any ideas how to be big even though you're already stop growing?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;make an extreme makeover to myself. my room. and my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;comment: these can be done on my next sem break for 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to do something big or huge plus risky and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[i hope any of my fav rockbands will held concerts here in malaysia and i'm not gonna miss them like i missed muse concert. i regreted for not going!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;get a cute guy to be my bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; it's predictable huh? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my lucky no seven [not slevin] resolutions. i hope i can make them come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/285/2166618E0796FB87B5FA4489074F5777.png&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003540245351718530-1324382517780737927?l=chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1324382517780737927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003540245351718530&amp;postID=1324382517780737927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1324382517780737927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003540245351718530/posts/default/1324382517780737927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatefrappucino.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='new year&apos;s resolutions.'/><author><name>Lisa Farhana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319558031880425431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sOP9jGfaQ/SZWKsj5oKHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt8amkWmvbE/S220/editDSC05715.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
