<?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-1076982484868121457</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:10:04.837+08:00</updated><category term='______ is missed.'/><category term='He&apos;s got MY heart.'/><category term='I gotta stick with you.'/><category term='i miss afira like fuck.'/><category term='when you&apos;re not with me.'/><category term='Damn.'/><category term='you&apos;re a part of me.'/><category term='haven&apos;t you heard that i&apos;m gonna be okay?'/><category term='bet you never thought that i could break you.'/><category term='sweeeet macam sugarrrrrr'/><category term='My babylove.'/><category term='I want it.'/><category term='Anur Adhli.'/><category term='I miss you infinity much.'/><category term='I love youuuuuu.'/><category term='You didn&apos;t mean to love me back but i know you did.'/><category term='Your voice makes my heart melt.'/><category term='Kinship means everything.'/><category term='startofsomethingnew.'/><category term='speechless.'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='her lips are the softest'/><category term='Dammit.'/><category term='He&apos;s comel.'/><category term='Hello kitty.'/><category term='i need to see you baby'/><category term='i l o v e f i r a .'/><category term='confused'/><category term='See how much i love him?Nyahaaaa.'/><category term='I love my bf so much.'/><category term='It&apos;s you thats making me crazy.'/><category term='im on cloud nine.'/><category term='I don&apos;t know why.Screw you.'/><category term='One love.'/><category term='another day'/><category term='When i&apos;m with you.'/><category term='Maybe the timing is beating our hearts.'/><category term='Make you mine.'/><category term='I&apos;m SYAFIQ&apos;S.'/><category term='Blame me.'/><category term='i&apos;m leaving.'/><category term='Love is not forever.'/><category term='I go slow.'/><category term='air hugs will do for now.'/><category term='I still get butterflies when i&apos;&apos;m with you.'/><category term='I&apos;ll find another.'/><category term='Would you care if I&apos;m gone?'/><category term='I can only see you here with me.'/><category term='This could get ugly.'/><category term='Mud is magnificient:)'/><category term='Get well soon baby.'/><category term='hush hush baby.'/><category term='Where&apos;s you?'/><category term='you know?'/><category term='I get the best feeling.'/><category term='bby.'/><category term='really.'/><category term='my loves.'/><category term='We&apos;ll be dead if they knew.'/><category term='shafiq'/><category term='Is it you?'/><category term='Milk tea.'/><category term='he says he wanna share his laughs with me.'/><category term='Bye.'/><category term='Everything feels right when i&apos;m with you.'/><category term='I superrr like SG number two.'/><category term='Finally seventeen'/><category term='I&apos;ll get over that too.'/><category term='Just go away.'/><category term='she make me feel like a complete work of art.'/><category term='Make me happy always.'/><category term='pink polished nails.'/><category term='Turmoil.'/><category term='no more turning back.'/><category term='i miss your voice.'/><category term='This kind of people waste my bloody time only.'/><category term='....'/><category term='Some things are better off left unsaid.'/><category term='i love syafiq.'/><category term='i miss you.'/><category term='those sweet smooches.'/><category term='i sayang you.'/><category term='If this isn&apos;t cinta.'/><category term='?'/><category term='take my heart with you'/><category term='shattered and hurt'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='When will i see your face again?'/><category term='Seeing you makes me happy.'/><category term='Wo zhen de ai ni.'/><category term='we&apos;re so full of bullshit.'/><category term='random.'/><category term='gottabeaway.'/><category term='i only have feelings for you in this world.'/><category term='I feel like my world is falling apart.'/><category term='i love you firadear.'/><category term='dude you&apos;re golden man.'/><category term='Love 5N1.'/><category term='Get well soon girl.'/><category term='Now whattttt?'/><category term='i write your name and put it in a frame'/><category term='The magic starts when your eyes meet mine.'/><category term='Missing you.'/><category term='Forgetting you is not something so easy.'/><category term='i close my eyes and wish to be only yours'/><category term='ily tonnes dude.'/><category term='how can you be so sure?'/><category term='Must i?'/><category term='munchkin.'/><category term='afira fairuza'/><category term='i&apos;ll never get tired of you baby.'/><category term='just real love.'/><category term='Iwannastayforever.'/><category term='Never mind me.'/><category term='your secret&apos;s safe with me.'/><category term='Me+You=Us.'/><category term='screw PMS.'/><category term='i hate immature fuckers.'/><category term='get well soon.'/><category term='I will be fine.'/><category term='drifting apart.'/><category term='I know you know it.'/><category term='Make it mine.'/><category term='Shit feeling go away.'/><category term='Take me somewhere where happiness last.'/><category term='If i let you go.'/><category term='I wanted you to tell me you need me.'/><category term='i love him.'/><category term='You always get me through the day.'/><category term='Why can&apos;t money grow on trees?'/><category term='Egoists are sucha turnoff.'/><category term='i love tht guy&apos;s smile.he makes me melt.'/><category term='I find time can heal almost anything.'/><category term='i need you like a heart needs a beat bbyboo.xoxo.'/><category term='Cinta-ship never ends.'/><category term='Man you shouldve seen us holding hands.'/><category term='could it be?'/><category term='i love you babygirl'/><category term='Thats what you get.'/><category term='no biggie tho.'/><category term='Atira.'/><category term='We&apos;re no more.'/><category term='Red.'/><category term='You&apos;re like the lyrics to my song.'/><category term='i miss that mr.someone.'/><category term='Everything&apos;s perfect when he&apos;s there.'/><category term='Ceritaku.'/><category term='I miss you soo much.'/><category term='Let it rock baby.'/><category term='Untouched.'/><category term='Dear God'/><category term='Please don&apos;t say please.'/><category term='end of blogger.'/><category term='imyyyy.'/><category term='Two comel gegerls of mine.'/><category term='fickeybaby'/><category term='i love my birthday girl.'/><category term='Daymmn.'/><category term='i l o v e y o u.'/><category term='i love you.'/><category term='It&apos;s you i sayang most.'/><category term='Whoaaaaaaaa.'/><category term='fickeyraa.'/><category term='syafiqsyafiqsyafiq:))'/><category term='All the way around.'/><category term='imy.'/><category term='My favourite boy.'/><category term='Cinta rara.'/><category term='syafiq.'/><category term='I wish there was a delete button in my head.'/><category term='EDWARRRRRRD.'/><category term='I&apos;m so crushed.'/><category term='I cinta my baby.'/><category term='please.'/><category term='Kuingin bersama.berdua selamanya.'/><category term='fickey is blaazing hot yaww.'/><category term='Maybe its true im caught up on you.'/><category term='you&apos;re truly one in a million.'/><category term='memories left.'/><category term='Beauty kills'/><category term='I built my world around you.'/><category term='That boy.'/><category term='One word is all it takes.'/><category term='it carries me.'/><category term='Complicated?'/><category term='God Forsaken right to be in love.'/><category term='Back baby.'/><category term='cherry boom boom baby.'/><category term='What you had to say.'/><category term='i miss that eye candy.'/><category term='mr.cuteypie'/><category term='drifting apart...'/><category term='somebody rip my heart out'/><category term=':)'/><category term='Be the judge.'/><category term='Diary of your heart.'/><category term='She&apos;s strong but her mind is losing light.'/><category term='Why can&apos;t i say it?'/><category term='Frank.'/><category term='Love you more and more.'/><category term='And he says i&apos;m his little princess.'/><category term='you made it hard to breathe'/><category term='you will always be my baby.'/><category term='tell me if you feel the way i do.'/><category term='Wu Zun.'/><category term='I love it when he cuddles me in his arms.'/><category term='I don&apos;t want anyone.Cos i got you.'/><category term='Shaarrr-Fickkkk.'/><category term='I&apos;ll be right here.'/><category term='Tough stuff.'/><category term='Sueeeeee.'/><category term='keep your fingers crossed'/><category term='You&apos;re everything i want.'/><category term='Blog dead.'/><category term='You make my heart skip a beat.'/><category term='pls watch over him for me.'/><category term='From the bottom of my heart.'/><category term='syafiqshaarfickfiqqyfickeyfiq.choose one.'/><category term='gugugagagugugaga'/><category term='I&apos;m in this craziness.'/><category term='Leg pain go away.'/><category term='His sweetest touch.'/><category term='You&apos;ll be sorry when i&apos;m not around.'/><category term='I love Awal Ashaari.'/><category term='You&apos;re the secret i&apos;ll always keep.'/><category term='The cuterestest-er-er guy in my life.'/><category term='My real life hero.'/><category term='Ouuuuuuccccccch:/'/><category term='My heart is racing as you&apos;re moving closer.'/><category term='irritating-ness.'/><category term='Ive had enough. I miss you too much.'/><category term='Now it&apos;s all about us.'/><category term='kill those bitches.'/><category term='A bowl of instant nervous noodles.'/><category term='You can&apos;t play on broken strings.'/><category term='Wooohooo.'/><category term='He&apos;s my laughing gas.'/><category term='you suck cock.'/><category term='Lets give it a shot.'/><category term='He&apos;s hot.'/><category term='Suffocating.'/><category term='You have that effect on me.'/><category term='Four more to go.'/><category term='iloveyouamilliontimesover.'/><category term='Hari Love.'/><category term='Tell me.'/><category term='Its not always bout you.'/><category term='i love you with every beat of my heart.'/><category term='another drama'/><category term='Waiting for your text.'/><category term='i miss you alot'/><category term='ballads of love.'/><category term='Really in love.'/><category term='you know i love you.'/><category term='Fall.'/><category term='plagiarismkillstime.'/><category term='my nephew'/><category term='i adore you.'/><category term='Dear God.'/><category term='The LOVE of my life.'/><category term='stars are falling out for us'/><category term='kite sayang awak.'/><category term='That boy is mine.'/><category term='My life without you in it is a life that&apos;s not worth living.'/><category term='Your personality&apos;s infectious.'/><category term='I won&apos;t try making sense of you.'/><category term='Thaqif.'/><category term='Tugging at my heart strings.'/><category term='Just like dejavu me standing here with you.'/><category term='wo hen xiang ni'/><category term='Suddenly.'/><category term='Mofo.'/><category term='More than everr.'/><category term='Some hearts just get lucky sometimes.'/><category term='Can&apos;t believe its happening.'/><category term='Awal Ashaari.'/><category term='He&apos;s my sunshine'/><category term='Ilovesyafiq.'/><category term='There&apos;s always gonna be another mountain.'/><category term='Moment Of Truth.'/><category term='i love my fiqqyboo.~~'/><category term='Thanks for spoiling my day.'/><category term='he&apos;s a vision of angelic perfection.'/><category term='laughter.'/><category term='desperate by daphne khoo.'/><category term=':-l'/><category term='I&apos;m gonna continue loving you.'/><category term='you&apos;re my sunshine after the rain'/><category term='protect him. i need the assurance.'/><category term='i cant do without you baby.'/><category term='Ass numbingly sweet.'/><category term='This ain&apos;t a farytale.It&apos;s reality baby.'/><category term='Tag tag tag tag.'/><category term='that szuperfantastichot boyfriend.'/><category term='Chiow.'/><category term='you pighead.'/><category term='You&apos;re the secret i wanna keep.'/><category term='i love that hot guy.'/><category term='Do you feel it too?'/><category term='Be my magical wonderland.'/><category term='Come baby stay with me.'/><category term='streetsofhongkong.'/><category term='Insecure/'/><category term='takoyaki'/><category term='i miss syafiq like fuck.'/><category term='Just stop.'/><category term='you&apos;re the rainbow sprinkles to my icecream.'/><category term='boy'/><category term='It&apos;s a fact.'/><category term='I need you like a heart needs a beat.'/><category term='I tried to stop missing you but i failed.'/><category term='here i stand.'/><category term='tell me the word i long to hear.'/><category term='Burger King.'/><category term='Whatever you like.'/><category term='I love you babyboy.'/><category term='i miss you infinty much.'/><category term='hellokitty.'/><category term='Mummy is the greatest.'/><category term='fickeybby'/><category term='God doesn&apos;t make junk.'/><category term='you make me go Oooh.'/><category term='i cinta you.'/><category term='It will be worth the wait.'/><category term='I still love you.'/><category term='I&apos;m still fly.'/><category term='I&apos;ll still be me.'/><category term='A mother&apos;s love.'/><category term='you&apos;re my sweetest drug'/><category term='newly found mate.'/><category term='The kiss of goodbye always last.'/><category term='raging hormones.'/><category term=':( take it all back.'/><category term='boy.'/><category term='i need you.'/><category term='It&apos;s all too late now.'/><category term='Its over.'/><category term='That kinda girl.'/><category term='i need to feel your body.'/><category term='i miss you alot now.'/><category term='Best feeling ever.'/><category term='i hafta leave.'/><category term='i love you soo soo much lah.'/><category term='muhammad syafiq.'/><category term='i miss talking to you.now for real.'/><category term='love.'/><category term='bubble tea'/><category term='I want Taufik Batisah'/><category term='I wanted you to see me through it all.'/><category term='you complete me'/><category term='I hear your voice'/><category term='Will i ever see you smiling back at me?'/><category term='I feel so blessed.'/><category term='He&apos;s the cheese to my macaroni.'/><category term='iloveyouhandsome.'/><category term='I miss you gila.'/><category term='Fahrenheit&apos;s my fantasy.'/><category term='Listen to your heart.'/><category term='no words can describe how i feel.'/><category term='Baby i hope your okay.'/><category term='syafiq&apos;s mine.'/><category term=':) for fun'/><category term='I love you girls.'/><category term='Screw midyears.'/><title type='text'>Let's keep things simple.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6812833667847276292</id><published>2009-08-16T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:03:25.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm moving to another site. I'm seriously done here. Goodbye blogger. You duck sick.
lol.
Send me a tag here if you wanna be updated. Takecare ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6812833667847276292?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6812833667847276292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6812833667847276292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6812833667847276292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6812833667847276292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6812833667847276292' title=''/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7279621068169583281</id><published>2009-08-15T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:50:16.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That kinda girl.'/><title type='text'>Permanent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing much to blog about now.I'm currently working on an assignment due &lt;strong&gt;Monday &lt;/strong&gt;and blogger's pissing me so much that i find it very irritating to blog. Sigh i might move somewhere where it's easier to blog. See how lor. I've been real busy lah. Aaaaah stress stress. Okay,i'm off to Expo with family and bf later. I miss you lah,baby :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7279621068169583281?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7279621068169583281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7279621068169583281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7279621068169583281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7279621068169583281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7279621068169583281' title='Permanent.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2912860798047834</id><published>2009-08-13T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:06:52.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re a part of me.'/><title type='text'>I dreamt you into life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey fellow bloggers! Sorry i haven't been updating here and i know it's like collecting dust in this site of mine already but honestly i have no time to blog. My top priority right now is school and spending every free time i have with my boyfriend :) He has been such a sweetheart. Picking me up from school on days he just got home from work and such. He is truly a dream come true. Sounds corny right,but true lor. I miss alot of online babes when i was MIA. Atira! Sue! Eyya! Where you girls at? I miss you all so much i swearrrrrr. School has been hectic but it's a norm and i've sorta gotten used to it. The journey is looooong but quite calming in a way or two, i must say. I shouldn't complain much but instead i should rejoice and be thankful cos being in this school doesn't require me to study Math at all! Basically you just got to sketch your ass of,literally. Hahah oh well,i'm off to complete my 3D shit again. Submission is due tommorrow. FUCK. You might as well just kill me. I'm seriously done for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2912860798047834?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2912860798047834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2912860798047834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2912860798047834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2912860798047834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2912860798047834' title='I dreamt you into life.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6620693485870210902</id><published>2009-08-08T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:58:34.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out.</title><content type='html'>I will be at Sengkang the whole day today for a kenduri. My gram's first year death anniversary. I miss you,nenek :( So yeah,i won't have time to blog abt tmr too i guess. SMTG MAJOR IS HAPPENING TMR^^ And no ~.~ not national day eh. ahaha first month tmr dear :) LOOKING FORWARD TO IT! And happy pledge-reading @ 8.22pm tmr ya'll. SUPER LOL. I miss my bf very much right now. Behave at work pls amirul. i love you,silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6620693485870210902?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6620693485870210902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6620693485870210902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6620693485870210902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6620693485870210902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6620693485870210902' title='Out.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-3010154972311130147</id><published>2009-08-07T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:12:06.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundant.</title><content type='html'>School today was okay :) I just got home like thirty minutes ago. I'll be out in an hours' time. To watch "UP" with family and boyfriend. OMGGGGGGGG I'm EGGSCITED! ^^ I'll update a proper post soon. I'll be busy during this weekend. Pls don't miss me,lol. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3010154972311130147?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3010154972311130147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3010154972311130147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3010154972311130147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3010154972311130147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3010154972311130147' title='Redundant.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6858190951240606078</id><published>2009-08-04T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:49:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still can't believe that you're with me.</title><content type='html'>I just got up from a two-hour nap cos i slept like only,5 hours last night? hahhha i was damn shagged i must say. But right now,i'm still a tad bit sleeeeepy/groggy. School was fine today. I saw alot of people i know in the train otw to school today. Bumped into Matt who forced me to stand in the bus with him when he texted me,in the bus! Hahah i swear i thought he was stalking me when he texted me out of the blue with a "Go school so early one meh!".He kacau-ed me as usual and i just entertained him lah. Then got a text from an unknown number,from Ilham and he was on the same train as me.And Syawal,was sitting right infront of Alice(who happen to be right was beside me) Like -_______- idk why i dont like it when theres people i know boarding the same train as me. Tak favourite okay! haha. Lesson today was pretty mundane. There was this one time when i had to write the name of module i was having at that time and i turned to Gwen and asked her," What class are we in now?" She was like,"OMG Fira!" ahha. I'm that duuuhhhhhhh.Idk why i'm not really myself these few days. PMS,YOU FUCKING SUCK YOU KNNBCCB. GO AWAY FROM ME. Okay that felt goood. During last period today my class had this stupid shit LIBRARY briefing (can you believe it??!!) and it was pure torture,i tell you. I felt like slapping the speaker's face i swear. Eventually,Gwen Mai and I cabot from the library shit thing.Whooaaa kecoh rightt? Hahah run here,run there. Tired sia. Was supposed to meet up with Alice and Imah @ CHEERS but i had to rush off to meet my bf. Sorry girlssss! I brisk-walked with Gwen along the way cos bf was already waiting for me @ Bugis since 12+++? I left school round 1219. Dangggggg. By the time i met my bf,i was out of breath. Sorry bf i wasn't really myself today and i know i very perangai. I know you got worried but don't worry,it's just a nature of being a teenage girl. We argued alot of times today and i didn't really like arguing in public,i swear. Trust me,no more repeats k baby. I still love you alot honeybunch :) Trust that. Oklah,i'm getting hungry. Off to search for food in the kee-chen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6858190951240606078?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6858190951240606078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6858190951240606078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6858190951240606078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6858190951240606078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6858190951240606078' title='i still can&apos;t believe that you&apos;re with me.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7573070425860029050</id><published>2009-08-02T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:30:50.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love,i like,i miss you baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cobra%20starship" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu67/emo_girl1313/cobra.jpg" border="0" alt="cobra starship Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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There's really nothing much to blog about today cos it's only 11.15 in the morning. I slept at around 4 this morning cos i waited like a good girl for my dear bf to finish work as he had to work the night shift today. Pity him la hor. Luckily i didn't sleep again! Huhu^^ Hogged on the phone with baby and most of the time he talked crap as usual lah but nvm i always layan him one. What to do,sayang him too much already lah:) And sorry bf for being sucha crybaby last night. I hope you understand kay. I love you alot honeybunch. Tooo much already. I swear. Okay that was real cheesy but i meant every word of it. So maybe later after work i will be having laaate lunch with bf and family (without papa of cos) somewhere at jp. I miss my bf alot right now and i know he misses me tooo. Tsk baby i wanna see you laterrrrrr! He's currently at work right now and i hope he's doing his job well. Oh wth im starting to bullshit already. See lah,miss him too much until cannot talk in a proper manner. Tsk. I should get my assignment ready for tmr's class. Have a good sunny Sunday,people of the world. 

P/S: I love you friggin much,Muhammad Amirul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7573070425860029050?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7573070425860029050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7573070425860029050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7573070425860029050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7573070425860029050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7573070425860029050' title='i love,i like,i miss you baby.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-1082137774804500477</id><published>2009-08-01T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:27:50.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iloveyouamilliontimesover.'/><title type='text'>Bummed/Tired/Sleepy.</title><content type='html'>I just got up from a one hour plus nap like,ten minutes ago and trust me it fellt waaaaaaay longer than one hour. Hahah i'm still damn sleepy lah and bf suggested i went back to sleep but i didn't wanna cos it's gonna be Maghrib soooon so nvm. I was supposed to wait for my bf to finish work last night but this silly girl too tired already she accidentally slept. Again. Two times already sia,Fira. Now you owe him _______ (insert whatever here). Ha-ha.loooool today i got up round twelve and quickly checked my cell. "5 text messages from Mirul,baby". Replied his text then rushed to the bathroom to shower. Quickly got dressed cos it slippped my mind that Liya wanted to buy some stuff for her "friend" @ Bugis and we were supposed to meet Kak Ecah straightaway at Bugis. Upon meeting Kak Ecah,we had a bigggggg lunch. Like seriously,we had 5 plates of food on our table when there's like only the three of us. People were staring. WTH. Never judge a book by its cover hor :) We can eat alot manzxzxz. Then went to Bugis Street and i bought myself a new watch,a cute bracelet and earrings! Hahah oklah hor atleast it made me happy can already. After walking around the whole Bugis,us three were real bummed we dragged ourselves home. In the train,i didnt even get a seat lah. Knnbccb. My feet hurts bloody muchhh siak. The pain from wearing the Vans shoe yesterday still haven't subsided yet lah. So eventually i sat on the floor. Seriously, i didn't give a flying fuck about anyone. They don't fucking know how fucking bad my feet hurts sia. So whatever lah k. I need to rest my feeet. I DON'T WANNA WEAR SHOES TO SCHOOOOOOL ON MONDAY ^^ Maybe i shall bathe and go back to have my beauty sleep cos i will wait for my bf to finish work which is around 1230++am. I will be a good girlfriend today. Dear girl,pls don't fall asleep again! Hehe :) Bf,i miss your cute face lah. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-1082137774804500477?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1082137774804500477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=1082137774804500477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1082137774804500477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1082137774804500477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#1082137774804500477' title='Bummed/Tired/Sleepy.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-148151555556543677</id><published>2009-07-31T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:28:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday. was. awesome. lol. After what seemed like forever,i went on a date with boyfriend. He very irritating yknow,when i met him and asked him where we were heading, he said "i don't know". Wahhhpiang binget bangett. Heheh but luckily he think fast fast la.He insisted we went to Marina. I just went with the flow. When we reached Marina,*cricket sound*. NOTHING SIA. Cept construction shit and whatnot. Ha-ha baik ah mirul,wasted my ez-link fare only. SUPER LOL JK. Took MRT back to Raffles Place and had lunch. Thanks bf,i love you:) We were both full after that,we walked to Collyer Quay and sat under a shaded sitting place and talked. Talked about what's been happening in our lives and such. This is one of the reasons why i love my boyfriend,i can have real conversations with him and knowing that i can trust him with it and vice versa. After an hour plus or so,we were both feeling very hot so Mirul decided to catch a movie while catching some aircon. Headed to our usual place and he picked to watch Public Enemies @ 630. We were there at 4 plus so we has to kill like,two hours sia. Baby smoked for abit and i just watched. Aaaaah he looks hot when he smokes. Ok shhhhhhhhh! Bought drinks at 7-eleven and chilled with Baby thru out the 2 hours. Good movie choice ahhh,Mirul! I almost slept ehhh in the movie. Hahahah macam paham. After the "gerek to the max" movie,we went home. Baby bought some takeaway food and walked me home. Awwww,i swear i love you baybeeeeeee:) Today was yet another normal day. Which means there's school,luckily it starts at 1 and i have to meet Alice at JP at 1130am. As usual,we were early so we dropped by 7-11 and i got sandwich for bfast:) It was cheesingly orgasmic! Huhu^^ I love the cig that Alice is smoking,doesn't smell like smoke at all lah. Maybe bf should try that so he doesn't smell like cig ehh. Hehe. Lessons were okay today. Wasn't even stressed in 3D class cos i finally got the hang of it! Think i'm gonna be able to ace this class! Woohoo. Must be optimistic la righhttt. I paid a hundred percent full attention in 3D class but when it comes to Photography class,i slacked. So did Gwen and Mai :) Hehhe, my 1A girls! I texted bf up and chatted with him whilst writing in our diary. My photography cher talks so loud it's really irritating. Like,sheeeeshh. So later he gave us a break/time to do our assignment which was to snap 8 peektures of different lightings. Instead,Gwen Mai and I took our own sweet time and went to Cheers to grab a bite and took some last minute photos! We are rebels,yes. We were taking some pics when a senior talked to us and said his friend wanted to kenal-kenal with Gwen! Hahahahahah! Damn funnnnyyyyy siiiiaaaa. On the way home,i slept like a pig in the train. Tooo damn shagged already sia. And note to self : Never wear Vans shoe,especially when your school is a ten-minute walk from the MRT station!Hahahaha i dropped by bf's workplace for a short while and passed him our diary. He said i looked tired,well i WAS tired! Hahah i told him i'd be resting and here i am blogging. I'm dead meat. Oh well,i'm still gonna tell him that i blogged instead of resting later anyways. Lying is not in my blood,really. Bf pls takecare when your going home later :) I miss you,honeybunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-148151555556543677?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/148151555556543677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=148151555556543677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/148151555556543677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/148151555556543677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#148151555556543677' title=''/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5432894056964659063</id><published>2009-07-29T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:06:21.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know i love you.'/><title type='text'>Never fails to crack me up.</title><content type='html'>Today in school was great. I was supposed to wake Alice up but instead SHE woke me up @ ten. When i already semangat set my alarm at 1015. Heheh but nvm i can have more time to get ready! :) Bf said he wanted to pass me the diary today but he texted me last minute saying he couldn't get out of work at tt point of time :( nvm next time can,i told myself. When i was already with Alice,suddenly this matrep(lol pls don't kill me for this,mirul) stood right in front of my very eyes. Who else? The bf lah. Haha you see lah,he like to cheat my feelings yknow. He's very bad,but what to do. I love him verrrrrrrryyyy much :) So i headed to school as usual with Alice. Arrived an hour before class starts. Had quick bfast and went for class. Cher was half an hour laaaaate! Dannng. Today's drawing class was all about proportions. -__- not my favourite. I prefer to do my still-life drawing free hand,please. Design Process class was awesome,as always. I had fun,fun,FUN! Formed a group with Gwen,Mai and Fiona. LOVES! After school met up with Alice and Imah @ Cheers cos they were doing they're own thaaang. Hehehehe. As usual,i sat and chilled. Walked together to MRT station.I think we should form a threesome group and call ourselves "Ira,Imah,Iza" But for sure that Alice in wonderland tknk laaaa. Name nak glamour je kannn babe! Heheh,pls don't slap me ehh. Tadi Fira da kene warning sia. Almost kene slap by tt minah sia. Hehehe k love you babe,peace:D As soon as we reached JP,went to POPULAR and bought Giogio hotdogs! OMG BABE! TRUEEE SHIT. They
're orgasmic! I WANNA HAVE GIOGIO NOWWWWWWWWWW. K i'm off to have a my usual late night conversation with bf. *eyebrows go up and down* Goodnight.

p/s: I had a nightmare last night. Wonder why i've been getting nightmares lately. It's these things that make me treasure you a whole lot more,Mirul. I LOVE YOU,SILLY. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5432894056964659063?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5432894056964659063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5432894056964659063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5432894056964659063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5432894056964659063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5432894056964659063' title='Never fails to crack me up.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2056183135269476893</id><published>2009-07-28T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:31:14.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good girls go bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates lately. Ive been busybusybusy macam bee with school projects and assignments. School has been reaaal hectic lately i swear. I'll be totally bummed by the time i got home. Like yesterday for instance,lesson ended @ 6pm. By the time i got home,it was already 7 plus plus. And i had damn early lesson today. At 9,which means i have to get at 6 which also means i have to meet Alice at jp at 730. But today rightt,that minah lambat! Hehe. By the time i reached jp,she just woke up,wanting to get ready -______-. So i waited for her lor. This minah verrrrry kecoh yknow. End up,we cabbed to school. THANK GOD WE WEREN'T LATE EHH! We made it just in time. Phewww. Baiik. Instead,my lecturer was laaaaate! Like fifteen minutes late is not okay yknow! Hehe. But his class was extremely boringgggg. Me and Gwen almost slept in his class. Once we were done with our work,we were given a half an hour break. Since everyone in our class were still doing their own work and only me and Gwen were done with ours,we went for our lunch break and had sandwiches from Cheers. By the time we got back to class,we realised we were the only ones who left class to eat! Huhu. I have a whole bunch of assignments to complete. Aaaaaah patience,girl. Manage your time well. On the other hand,i miss my boyfriend hellla muchhhhhh :( Oh yea new blog song up,i fucking love this song. This song gives me orgasms cos it's sexy like that,yo! :) Off to meet boyfriend to do a good deed later. Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2056183135269476893?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2056183135269476893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2056183135269476893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2056183135269476893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2056183135269476893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2056183135269476893' title='Good girls go bad.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-3748421560904472882</id><published>2009-07-26T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:35:36.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chance.</title><content type='html'>Will be heading out with the people i miss in like half an hour or less :) I've finally completed my lines &amp; dots assignments last night. I will be meeting my sick boyfriend later just to pass him some meds so that he'll get well soon :) alright,chiow. Have a lovely Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3748421560904472882?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3748421560904472882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3748421560904472882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3748421560904472882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3748421560904472882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3748421560904472882' title='Second chance.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4024281175785511580</id><published>2009-07-25T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:56:22.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air hugs will do for now.'/><title type='text'>Perfect,just how you are.</title><content type='html'>Okay,i take it back. I don't like schoool! :( Every Fry-day only that is. I had my first 3D design lesson today and OMG it's making me fucking stress i swearrr. I hate the fact tt my school thinks we're like super talented and always have high expectations of us. They'll give us a 30-minute lecture on their major then expect us to do it hands-on immediately. Like,hello. We're first years only. I swear i almost cried during 3D class yesterday. Me and Gwen were like exchanging "WTF" faces throughout the 2-hour lesson. Super uggggh. I think i'm gonna fail his class. Okay,be optimistic for once Fira. I'm the pessimistic optimistic kind of girl yknow? Does that even make any sense? Oh well. I've already finished my dots assignment last night. HOORAY. I still have these to complete: 
1.Lines ass-ignment due TUESDAY (idk how to do this but alice said we're just gonna 'wing' it.)
2.Still-life drawing due WEDNESDAY.
3.3D pop art paper cutting shit due FRIDAY. And people on friendster/facebook are pissin me. I'll say it once and for all. IM NOT FUCKING INTERESTED. IM BLISSFULLY ATTACHED,YO :)

I have deadlines to meet,people. Oh damn,there goes my weekends. So much for outing with family. 
I should probably work on my ass-ignments now.
I miss my boyfriend. Though i saw him twice yesterday for only like,ten minutes? TSK.
And did i mention he's sick? Pls get well sooooooon,love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4024281175785511580?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4024281175785511580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4024281175785511580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4024281175785511580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4024281175785511580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4024281175785511580' title='Perfect,just how you are.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8605431913228847997</id><published>2009-07-23T22:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:41:27.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of your heart.'/><title type='text'>In your eyes,i'd like to stay.</title><content type='html'>I got up late today,round eleven plus.I slept verrrrrry late last night due to some personal matters *smiles widely*. Cos i didn't have any class today. Hallelujah! :) My feet hurts from all the walking to school. Everyday without fail,me and Alice macam mak nenek sia complain complain complain abt how our feet hurts,how fucking painful our neck gets due to the weight of our bags and such. Sigh. Haha complain moment over. So i just read my bf's blog and it almost made me tear i swear. Tsk i wish i can help him in some way or another. I feel so useless/helpless/clueless what to say as words of comfort,really. I honestly suck at consoling people. Oh well,it's definitely not in my area of expertise. I went out with Mummy to Lot 1 today to shop for clothes and shoes @ Cotton On. Had dinner outside and went to JP to buy essentials. Okay,i'm feeling so very random right now and i think it's getting pretty obvious why. I have school tmr at 1 but i'll be meeting Alice at 10am,gonna work on our project :)Haiya,on top of all this i still have to stress abt school ass-ignments due in like 4 days' time. FUCCCCKKKKK. I doubt i have enough time. For once,just this once,have faith in yourself Fira. Boyfriend,there's not a single doubt in this world that i love you more than anything. Yes,even more than Hello Kitty and Wu Zun put together. Call me later okay. Oh shucks,i have no idea what to wear to school tmr. Alright,off to ravage (idk if thats even a word but i felt like saying it) my wardrobe now. Chiow humans :) goodnight.

P/S: Yes,new song up. Listen to the lyrics baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8605431913228847997?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8605431913228847997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8605431913228847997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8605431913228847997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8605431913228847997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8605431913228847997' title='In your eyes,i&apos;d like to stay.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4205987297813426491</id><published>2009-07-22T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:06:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur-teeque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is gonna be a long post. So take a breather before you read alright.So today was my third day of school. Can i say it's very tiring? Actually the school hours are pretty flexible. It's the walking tt i cannot tahan! Everyday walk for like 15 mins sape can tahan? OMG it's only the 3rd day of school and i'm complaining already.You have like three years to tahan sia Fira.And on top of that,my bag is always like fucking heavy lah.Full of my nonsense but haiya whatever lahh. So today my class starts @ 1pm but i left home round nine.WHY,you may ask? I gotta discuss a project with Alice (aka Minah Transformers today LOL)that's due Monday.FUCCCCKKKKK.Had a quick bite before class then lepak with Alice for awhile before class starts. I saw Ykid today! Happy sia. Heheh meet you again soon k bestguyfriend:)Hahah anyway,i met up with Gwen outside class so we can sit together. While waiting for Gwen i got a text from Alice. I laughed to myself siaaaa!Semangat pe joy masok class when your class haven't start yet? Class bapak kau eh? Lolz HAHA! Funny siaaa.Muke confirm priceless kann Alice?!LOL KEKEK AH LU GIRL:) And darling,i'm not pretty okay! You gotta stop saying that in your post,hehe. Your fucking sweet ah i tell you.Hehe and yes btw your face so the very cute/slenger/mrepek at times when you make stupid expressions.Damn funny lahh!I CAN LAUGH TILL MY STOMACH HURTS I TELL YOU(!!) Huhuhu. Love! I had design and composition class today.Cher was damn late lah.Suppose to start at one but she got in class at one-thirty.Step aje.Then she wanna set up the projector lagi.Da taktau handle tu step tak tau je kay.Macam nyonya sia the cher.Bebual english pon tak pass.Me and Gwen were like laughing at her "excellent" language.Second module i had design process by my favourite lecturer.We were like suppose to introduce ourselves with the paper that we got.So we had to draw whatever was stated in the paper and i got this "MY NAME IS _____ AND I AM HYPERACTIVE".I was like *blank* Eventually i drew candies cos they make me hyperrrrr! Haha i had fun during the poster making session which we were given ONLY 30 mins.I thought for like 15 mins which only left me with another 15 mins to work on a poster with the theme "WHAT IS CREATIVE?" Thank God i brought along a mag with me! So i ripped out random pieces of article then pasted them on the given sheet of paper and made a collage.I was quite happy with my short and sweet presentation(cos i was the last one so i wanted to make it snappy so everyone can go hoome!) I was the only one who made a collage and my lecturer even added tt she loved collages too. So hopefully i'll be awarded extra marks for tt since it will be graded :) I quickly rushed to Artfriend after school to meet Alice and walk to the MRT station together with her.I dropped by at Jeast to meet the boy i miss for dinner. We walked to IMM and had dinner @ Spaghetti Too.Thank you boyfriend for the dinner.AWESOME!After dinner,we quickly rushed to the MRT station cos my baby was already late for his night class:)I miss him already. AND OMG BABY,I LOVE YOU MUCHHH FOR THE POST IN OUR DIARY:) Hehe he is currently on the way home from class,and i really wanna text him right now. My fingers are getting tired,my body's aching,my neck's straining. AHHH i should really STOP complaining. Maybe my boyfriend's right. I tend to get all angry at myself when i start ranting. Ahhhh. Goodnight dear humans of the world. Gawd,i suddenly feel sexy.DAAAANNNNG! SUPER LOL that was random. Chiowwwww!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4205987297813426491?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4205987297813426491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4205987297813426491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4205987297813426491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4205987297813426491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4205987297813426491' title='Fur-teeque.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5717953120850078321</id><published>2009-07-21T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:19:47.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wooohooo.'/><title type='text'>Lovedrunk.</title><content type='html'>School lasted for only three hours today. Three fuckin hours,i tell you. And got one girl,so semangat da sit bebual2 macam mak nenek with her friend in one class,check2 salah class lah sia dier. Paiseh kape? Hahah lol. Anyways,i managed to make 3 new friends today. Gwen,Mai and Fiona. PRETTAYE SEXY PEOPLE! :) NOTE TO SELF: There's an Artfriend right opposite your school,girl. Pls jangan pandai pandai penatkan diri to go at Bras Basah one. And today Fira shopping sakan pt Artfriend. I think everyday also kena buy stuffs lah. I will be a regular customer one for sure.TSK! Hehe.After school,had lunch @ BK with Alice for awhile. Met up with my bf jap at JP with Alice and Mummy. I miss my bf now boohoo:( Hahah happy people sia you two! Alice in Wonderland,you are truly my happy pill. Being with you i can laugh until i pee i swearrrrrr!I will always get high when you do silly stuffs. HAHA! I know you know. LOL. And pls don't be sad cos you didn't get your &lt;strong&gt;orgasmic &lt;/strong&gt;chicken wing today. Tmr cannn okay!!Huhu meet you tmr baybeh&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5717953120850078321?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5717953120850078321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5717953120850078321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5717953120850078321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5717953120850078321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5717953120850078321' title='Lovedrunk.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5347448697488734425</id><published>2009-07-20T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:30:26.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life without you in it is a life that&apos;s not worth living.'/><title type='text'>You're everything i wannnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day of school today. I have cute pretty friends ya'll! Hahahah but six hours in the classroom,pantat pain sia. One break aje for 6 hours? C'mon lah. Thank you bf and mummy for picking me up after school today. I feel so blessed! Huhu. YEEEAY. Tmr luckily only 3 hours in school sia. Atleast i have Alice in Wonderland (inside joke)with me as a companion to school tmr! Huhu. I'll update sooon okay. I'm like,seriously shagged. Goodnight. Bf,pls rest also i know you're verrry damn tired. I love you mirul:)&lt;/strong&gt; ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5347448697488734425?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5347448697488734425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5347448697488734425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5347448697488734425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5347448697488734425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5347448697488734425' title='You&apos;re everything i wannnt.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4122321064695491601</id><published>2009-07-19T18:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:53:29.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pls watch over him for me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear God'/><title type='text'>Can't help but love you more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SmLyK7zqvAI/AAAAAAAABNI/YdhhoD5VvKo/s1600-h/kf9vBxISYjz28hkkyNm9PEcDo1_r1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360112776191327234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SmLyK7zqvAI/AAAAAAAABNI/YdhhoD5VvKo/s400/kf9vBxISYjz28hkkyNm9PEcDo1_r1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today was a pretty F boring day. Okay,not pretty but very. Haha. Supposed to head out but in the end plans were cancelled. Uggggh nvm k forget it. No use harping on the matter cos whatever it is,i'm still typing on this fucking keyboard,sitting on this fucking chair and typing on my fucking blog while listening to some nice fucking songs. Woohoo^^ Cursing works huh? Sorta therapeutic for me,i must admit. Hahah to my dear boyfriend who is experiencing some problems of his own,chill pls. Your blog post like scary like that sia. You'll get thru it eventually,like you always do. Hang in there,handsome boy (!!) Love you. Yesterday i met up with my girlfriends plus one guyfriend,Nad Susila Farah and Danny. Oh yeah,i brought my sister along too :) We watched Harry Potter and the half blood prince. The two and a half hour movie was worth the watch! Journey in the MRT home was fucking awwwsome. Nad,as usual was veryyyyy hyperr. Makin malam,makin hyperrrrrr eh kau,Nad? Kenape eh???? LOL. I laughed like nobody's business sia. I got high by own laughter last night. I swear Danny was embarrassed lah cos he was standing next to me. He was like, "Eh diam ah korang,orang tengok siaak." Hahah kite tak peduli pon. And Danny right,very jakon see my phone so excited gitu you know! Hahahah very funny lah he. I had super FUN last night. But i missed my boyfriend a whole lot lah. Sorry i didn't stay up and wait for you last night sayang. Hog otp with you later tonight! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;P/S: Sister is gonna kill me cos i think i MIGHT fall in love with purple. Say goodbye to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;P/S/S: SCHOOL TMR! OMGGGGGGGGG nervous oiiii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4122321064695491601?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4122321064695491601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4122321064695491601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4122321064695491601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4122321064695491601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4122321064695491601' title='Can&apos;t help but love you more.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SmLyK7zqvAI/AAAAAAAABNI/YdhhoD5VvKo/s72-c/kf9vBxISYjz28hkkyNm9PEcDo1_r1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4479095060605741720</id><published>2009-07-17T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:52:43.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick shoutout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've only got like,two minutes before my sister is out of the bathroom so i'll make it snappy. I would like to give a shoutout to my dear boyfriend,pls get well sooooooooooooooon! I love you,and it was indeed a delight seeing you just now,even though it was just for like,ten seconds (or shorter). I did a small favour for my bf today and it made me a reaaaal happy girl to know tt he appreciates it. Bf,i swear i'd be with you thru it all. IMISSYOUAMIRULBABY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4479095060605741720?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4479095060605741720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4479095060605741720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4479095060605741720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4479095060605741720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4479095060605741720' title='Quick shoutout.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7936631434130879916</id><published>2009-07-17T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:55:35.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll never get tired of you baby.'/><title type='text'>That's what i thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SmAsJ5N3t9I/AAAAAAAABNA/U2s4VofRlts/s1600-h/mememememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359332105060333522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SmAsJ5N3t9I/AAAAAAAABNA/U2s4VofRlts/s400/mememememe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Like finally after contemplating which schoolbag to get,i bought the purple bag instead of the brown one. Thanks to the constructive comments from my boyfriend,that is. I loved both bags but he said the brown colour was like nyonya2 colour so i immediately killed the thought of buying the brown one. And yes,i'm verrrrrrrry semangat cos school is starting! Aaaaaaaahhhhh but idk what to bring on Monday. Just lecture pad and pencilcase,perhaps? I have to pray very hard that i get well by then. I know bf's very worried about me,cos it seems like i haven't made any progress in recovering. Pls stop worrying okay baby. I will be fine. Insya'allah. And omg,i miss you helllllll muchh sayang!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;P/S: Heading out with my pink slip girls plus danny tmr. OMGG EXCITED MUCH? I miss korang. Camwhore tmr! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7936631434130879916?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7936631434130879916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7936631434130879916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7936631434130879916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7936631434130879916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7936631434130879916' title='That&apos;s what i thought.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SmAsJ5N3t9I/AAAAAAAABNA/U2s4VofRlts/s72-c/mememememe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5197575437306345750</id><published>2009-07-16T13:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:41:03.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re everything i want.'/><title type='text'>From the bottom of my heart,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sl64OmBTCKI/AAAAAAAABM4/L70MSMmfYpI/s1600-h/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358923167481137314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sl64OmBTCKI/AAAAAAAABM4/L70MSMmfYpI/s400/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since i've been coughing non stop for the past week,Mummy got worried and took me to a polyclinic yesterday. And get this,i waited for two and a half hour sia just to get consultation from the darned doctor! And sitting in a germ-infested area with a mask on,i swear i could've died right there and then! Okay,that was me going to the extremity. But i was complaining alot to Mummy la. Hehe. After the wait,we went to Lot 1 where i ate Pastamania and actually finished my foood (!) Major accomplishment? My bf would be damn proud,i tell you. So right now,i'm supposed to eat meds after my food. I slept like a baby yesternight. Drowsy meds,you really helped. I haven't had that peaceful of a sleep in months! Geez,atleast you're good for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm looking forward to Monday.Supernervouslyexcitediwannascreamandshout.Bt somehow i don't know what to anticipate. New faces,new surroundings. Truth be told,i'm really &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; good with new people. But i guess i have to try to mix around and mingle and such. Oh the hassle of making new friends and hoping they'll like you for who you are. Oh well,we'll see how things go on Monday. Keep your fingers crossed,Fira. Hell yeah,i've yet to get new stuffs for school. The search for a new schoolbag is still on. And yes,i'm very picky. Most prolly i will be heading to JP with Mummy later to look for it. Again. Boyfriend is currently @ home,resting and i miss him. He's got class later and pls eh b don't be lateeeeeeee today:) Alright,i'm off to eat my meds now. Chiow. Fira,pls get well soooooooooooooooooooooonnnn. I'm sick of being sick. Ugggggh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5197575437306345750?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5197575437306345750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5197575437306345750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5197575437306345750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5197575437306345750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5197575437306345750' title='From the bottom of my heart,'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sl64OmBTCKI/AAAAAAAABM4/L70MSMmfYpI/s72-c/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-1086284355816566851</id><published>2009-07-15T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:04:55.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you should know this ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had my school orientation today. I left home round nine. Was supposed to meet that bestfriend of mine but he was lateeee lah. But nvm,first time meeting him so give him chance lorr. Mr Ykid,you owe me lunchhhhhh! :) I don't care,hehe. But we instantly clicked,thats the good thing(!) Atleast it made me feel less nervous knowing that i already knew someone righttt. He is without a doubt irritating and also funny,kept me laughing like whut but i'll eventually get used to it! 3 years i have to bear with him yknow,lol.No choice already. Kidding aje okay. Orientation was ______ i almost fell asleep halfway i swearrr. After the one-hour plus briefing,he looked at me and said "You understand?" I was like, "NOOOO". Kay bestt. But sadly,we're not in the same class that means we won't see each other everyday :( Nvm can make new friends! I enjoyed today alot. I made a new friend today,her name is Mira :) Looking forward to monday. Till then,i'll enjoy my last few days of no-school stress! I miss my boyfriend right now:( Call me later okay baby. I miss you. Soooo much. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-1086284355816566851?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1086284355816566851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=1086284355816566851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1086284355816566851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1086284355816566851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#1086284355816566851' title='I think you should know this ♥'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5532892028518579630</id><published>2009-07-14T11:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:04:45.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than everr.'/><title type='text'>Excited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlwSoSpiTsI/AAAAAAAABMg/DRziL-Wt2tU/s1600-h/SUEFIRA4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358178140074168002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlwSoSpiTsI/AAAAAAAABMg/DRziL-Wt2tU/s400/SUEFIRA4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;credits to sue.&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates lately,i've been lazy. All i can say is these past few days have been super funnn! Thanks to a couple of people,especially my dear boyfriend. Speaking of which,i love you b:) He's currently at work right now. Dear God, pls make sure he arrives home safely. I will be meeting him later on for a date(!) Oooooooowheeeee excited much? See you later boyfriend ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/S: School orientation tmr morning! Aaaaah freaking nervous ah i tell you. NB. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Edited)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went on a movie date with my boyfriend today. Our very first date as a couple:) Someone was abit late yesterday but nvm it's okay. Someone was also verrrry selenger yesterday. I swear i cannot stop laughing sia. Our own dirty little secret eh b? Wink. End up,he kena teased with me the whole day. Super funnnn teasing you baby. So we watched "The Haunting in Connecticut". Honestly the movie was not tt scary la,more of a suspense thriller kind of movie tt makes your heart beats damn fast! lol. On the way home we stopped at JP for a while. Thanks baby for the doughnuts! He bought a dozen yknow,for my whole family sekali. Sweeeet right? I know. Hehe. He's that sweet,how can i not love him? Oh wth,i love you soooo friggin much,boyfriend ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5532892028518579630?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5532892028518579630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5532892028518579630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5532892028518579630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5532892028518579630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5532892028518579630' title='Excited.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlwSoSpiTsI/AAAAAAAABMg/DRziL-Wt2tU/s72-c/SUEFIRA4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5581944083903900668</id><published>2009-07-11T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:01:05.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby i hope your okay.'/><title type='text'>Not well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SliyFnH5UZI/AAAAAAAABMY/RS-StmKS1YY/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357227566228394386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SliyFnH5UZI/AAAAAAAABMY/RS-StmKS1YY/s400/DSC03740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;caramelfrappecheesecakeboy.&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SliyFYgn8AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/4C7s2ULn5TY/s1600-h/DSC03739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357227562305581058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SliyFYgn8AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/4C7s2ULn5TY/s400/DSC03739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;hellokittyjapgirrrrrl.&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SliyFNBbGsI/AAAAAAAABMI/KAT4uXrJM1w/s1600-h/DSC03738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357227559221926594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SliyFNBbGsI/AAAAAAAABMI/KAT4uXrJM1w/s400/DSC03738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;belated b-day cake.&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't been feeling well these days due to my cough. And now,it's gotten worse. It's really getting on my last nerve lah. And the cough medicine is f-ing bitter summore. Nb righttt. Okay anyway so i just got home from jp with mummy ben and leeya. My main intention was to buy tt billabong pencilbox i wanted so much but it wasn't really to my liking. Maybe i'll get a different one tmr. After having dinner @ Sakura,we walked around the whole jp (ok so not really) then we had dessert at my favourite place. I got my favourite "dessert" there mah! HEHEHE:) Okay so right i was real happy to see my boyfriend working :) But little did i know i would get extremely sickkk in front of him. Super siann lorr. I think i've had abit too much too eat. Either that or it's cos my stupid cough irritated my throat,hence i jumped up from my seat and ran to the toilet and barfed. Major ewwwww. And the ladies toilet at a certain place at jp is soooo filthy got cockroach lah! Super disgusting. When i got back,my boyfriend asked me whether i was okay cos for sure i looked like shit lah. Then leeya went "Awwww you've got the sweeteest boyfriend everrr!" Hahahah ahh yes i know. Do be jealous! LOL. Before i got home i managed to talk to my baby for abit. He's currently still working right now. Baby,takecare and be careful when you're walking home later okay. Call me later. I miss you. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Dear me,get well soon and stop making your boyfriend worried :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5581944083903900668?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5581944083903900668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5581944083903900668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5581944083903900668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5581944083903900668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5581944083903900668' title='Not well.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SliyFnH5UZI/AAAAAAAABMY/RS-StmKS1YY/s72-c/DSC03740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-1326291465633899874</id><published>2009-07-10T13:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:12:28.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more turning back.'/><title type='text'>Now it's all about us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlbbcWX-ROI/AAAAAAAABMA/4zrmqfhBMpU/s1600-h/P03-03-09_17.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356710086892733666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlbbcWX-ROI/AAAAAAAABMA/4zrmqfhBMpU/s400/P03-03-09_17.16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After searching for more than a hundred blog skins,i finally settled for this one. Fira carik blogskin tak dapat macam nak nangis pon ader sia. Emotional pe? LOL. And yes the current song on my blog is my favourite song by a genius,Taylor Swift. I love the lyrics to this one. ENJOYYYYYYY. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had difficulty sleeping yesterday night. Idk how,ok so maybe i do. I was pretty sure i was very sleeeepy after i ended my phone conversation with my boyfriend but as soon as i hit the sheets,my mind instantly went hyperrrrrrrrrr! Okay no more redbull before sleeping fira. I can say i blame my sister cos she influenced me to drink redbull round midnight. Tskkkkk okay no more. Boyfriend pls don't marah me when you read this. Sorrrrrrry:( So school's gonna start for me in abt a week's time. Excited much? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Orientation's in 5 days sia. I'm excited plus nervous to be meeting new people who's into the same stuffs as i am. Weird much? Well,let's see how kay. My boyfriend's currently at work and right now i'm missing him alot lah. Cannnn? Baby i miss you. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;P/S: Atira miss jambu,why can't i tag at your blog eh? lool tag me once you've read this okay darling :) i miss you pretty. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-1326291465633899874?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1326291465633899874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=1326291465633899874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1326291465633899874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1326291465633899874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#1326291465633899874' title='Now it&apos;s all about us.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlbbcWX-ROI/AAAAAAAABMA/4zrmqfhBMpU/s72-c/P03-03-09_17.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4609184548823477320</id><published>2009-07-09T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:56:52.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now it&apos;s all about us.'/><title type='text'>Captioned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quote" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z247/itsmeganyo_07/Quotes/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got home from having late lunch with my boyfriend,plus mummy and Ben at Teh Tarik. End up,we both didn't finish our food. Haha. After having lunch,we parted ways with mummy and Ben. My boyfriend and I bussed to JP where we just sort of hang out. I love talking to him. He's always willing to lend me a listening ear when i needa talk,basically about anything. Though sometimes i talk too fast until he cannot catch what i say,i still know he cares. I always feel secured when i'm around him. I love you b and you know it. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You have no idea how i feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They say you'll never know till you're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You promised me you'll stay by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I always get this feeling that you're sent from up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You give me all the love i deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And with each passing day i love you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's these little things that i adore you for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4609184548823477320?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4609184548823477320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4609184548823477320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4609184548823477320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4609184548823477320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4609184548823477320' title='Captioned.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z247/itsmeganyo_07/Quotes/th_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8845462271031272271</id><published>2009-07-09T12:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:59:40.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really in love.'/><title type='text'>He respects my space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlV57x-BPyI/AAAAAAAABLo/-vpTNqLZeNI/s1600-h/P25-06-09_15.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356321399759781666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlV57x-BPyI/AAAAAAAABLo/-vpTNqLZeNI/s400/P25-06-09_15.53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So it's official. I am in a relationship with someone right now. Yes,i'm blissfully attached. To Muhammad Amirul,the love of my life. I have to admit i was pretty shocked when he finally asked. But yes,i'm a reaaaal happy happy girl. Like AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH. He is the reason i smile everyday,my pet parrot,my laughing gas,my irritating boyfriend. He's the only one up in my heart and noone can ever take his place everrrrrrrr.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muhammad Amirul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna marry you someday despite your smoking habits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and irritating traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8845462271031272271?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8845462271031272271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8845462271031272271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8845462271031272271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8845462271031272271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8845462271031272271' title='He respects my space.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlV57x-BPyI/AAAAAAAABLo/-vpTNqLZeNI/s72-c/P25-06-09_15.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2676464666781886430</id><published>2009-07-08T20:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:38:30.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your secret&apos;s safe with me.'/><title type='text'>Is forever enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it really possible to feel this way about a person? It's like ive never been here before. Okay,i lied. But i haven't felt this good in God knows when. All this time i was too afraid to let anybody else in but when it comes to you,oh how easy it all sounds. I don’t know how to describe this feeling. It’s like I want to tell you I finally understood your feelings and mine. I've finally sorted out my thoughts. And it all really comes down to you,and only you. You're the only one i'm constantly thinking about. I want you to know me inside out,when nobody knew the real Afira Fairuza. I want to let you have that privilege of really understanding this eighteen year old girl,without ever questioning my credibilities and such. But i guess i was wrong in trying to tell you everything cos you already knew. I never needed to tell you anything. You knew exactly how i felt. When i'm angry,you'll feel it too. When i'm sad,you'll share my sorrows with me and never fails to give me countless consolations and most importantly never giving up on me,no matter how stubborn i can be. You knew all along. You knew exactly who Afira Fairuza was-the girl noone thought they could ever make sense of. You were like the answers to my prayers. Tell me now,&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW CAN I NOT LOVE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Goodluck for your O level malay oral tmr baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2676464666781886430?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2676464666781886430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2676464666781886430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2676464666781886430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2676464666781886430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2676464666781886430' title='Is forever enough?'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2458520601129157510</id><published>2009-07-07T20:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:00:17.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sevenseconds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had an awesome time with you at the library today. Even though you were pretty irritating most of the time,i still love you b. Cos you're just being you. Huhu. Better study your Chemistry okay :) Next time better get all your answers right! Don't give up baby. I'll always be here for you. After library-ing,we headed to LJS @ JP for lunch cos somebody's stomach was growling lol. In addition,someone skipped his Art class today and when his friend texted him asking if he would be attending class or not,he replied this "Aku tak datang ah. Aku MC. Kene Sars ah." Amirul,i swear you are the king of bullshit. No matter what,i still love you kay. Peace. Mwaaaaaaaahhhh!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(TAG REPLIES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Azyan:Thankyou very much darling. It's okay,thanks for remembering!App it loadds k:)


Syirah:Hehe thanks sayang. And yes i love calling you insyirah. Huhu.


Nurulatiracp:Thanks a bunch my jambu girl. Sweet post abt me. Eh no you laagi pretty siaaa!


Nafisah:Thanks lots honey!


Maii: Thanks thanks love.


Leeya:Pasal dier special,kau tak. lol jk! Peace k sis.


Mairaa: LOL the "T" word tu tak perlu ehh sayang.Imy oi! lol
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday,Afira Fairuza.
A big girl now. Better act like one lol.
Thanks to all those who wished me,either by text calls or facebook.
I love each and every one of you :)
THANKYOUSOMUCH!

I'd like to thank these people.. (in no random order)

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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amirul ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aidil (Happy birthday to you also!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fickey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kak Ecah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aunty June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Insyirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miao Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Atira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nafisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nadiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Susila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those who i've yet to mention,maybe it's cos you haven't wish me yet(!!!) LOLLLLLLLL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a good 5th July pretty people. Ive got a wedding to attend. Super bleargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: Baby,thank you for the gifts you gave me yesterday. I super love you i swearrrrrrrrrrr.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shall post abt yesterday sooooooooooon,or whenever i have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(4th July 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day before i legally turn eighteen. I went out with that irritating boy i love hell much. He didnt plan where to go lah. When he met up with me then he told me where he wanted to go. So he picked to head to Vivo :) He was rather famished so he picked to give me an advanced birthday treat @ Pastamania. Sweeeeet right? lol we both had our favourite-beef lasagne. I ordered my all-time favourite drink,strawberry soda. YUMMMM. After filling up our stomachs,he decided to watch a movie. He insisted we go to the place we had our first date,at TB.(Shhhh secret lah lol k lame) Since he made most of the choices that day,i had to pick which movie to watch else he get irritated. Hehhe. So i decided to watch Ice Age 3. loool super funny lah. Atleast i enjoyed it. Huhu ^^ After the movie we joined Mummy and the two kids @ Swensen's for dinner. After dinner,that boy "kidnapped" me for a short while and i had to accompany him to his home,where he presented me with my advanced birthday gift. It was friggin sweet i tell you. Then he walked me home,underneath the moonlight. It was the most memorable time of my eighteen years of life i swear. As soon as i got home,i waited patiently for midnight to come by (though one hour seems like foreverrrrrr) before i opened up my presents and the card he presented me with. I opened my gifts with much enthusiasm and i was thrilled! He gave me two bars of my favourite Ritter Sport chocolates plus an Escada perfume,which i love by the way. I'm addicted to the smell just as much as he is:) I have had the most awesome birthday cos you made it all worthwhile baby. I can never thank you enough,really. A big big piece of my heart goes out to you. *HEARTS* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7393240036824508161?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7393240036824508161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7393240036824508161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7393240036824508161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7393240036824508161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7393240036824508161' title='Legal.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SlSORxSaTUI/AAAAAAAABLM/ikFSkJtZ6TM/s72-c/P19-06-09_14.30%5B03%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4581683010783309186</id><published>2009-07-03T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:20:38.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m gonna continue loving you.'/><title type='text'>East girl meets West.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally like after 151201576303 days of not meeting,i met up with SUE ♥ Since she’s taking driving lessons nearby,i thought i’d meet her up for early dinner. So Sue decided to eat @ PASTAMANIA. looooool i’m a huge pasta fan but yesterday was my first time eating there. See how ironic that is? End up we both didn’t finish our pastas. But i did enjoy my Strawberry soda though :) YUMMMMMMM. After lunch,our mouths smelled like cheese. LOL . Sue wanted to take some snapshots so we decided to head on to Bukit Gombak. Yes i’m so jakon i’ve never been there before! So we took some shots but i was still unsatisfied with the way i look in those pictures. We talked about practically anything and i loved our heart to heart girl talks (♥)
p.s: Joke of the day “OH BURUNG!” (Baik uhh Fira.)
Sue please don’t laugh at me anymoreeeeeeeeee.
Love you baby.
I miss my darlingbabysweethearthandsomeboy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4581683010783309186?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4581683010783309186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4581683010783309186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4581683010783309186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4581683010783309186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4581683010783309186' title='East girl meets West.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5118650918559146465</id><published>2009-07-02T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:04:14.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I gotta stick with you.'/><title type='text'>BURGER KING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had an awesome time with someone very special yesterday.Though it was short,it was worth it. But this time i brought my little brother along. Without a doubt,more kecoh lah. But luckily he can layan my brother's perangai la. Wah wah,he pamper my brother like whut seh. Kan b? Everything Ben wants,he will sure give one. Wahh jealous sia. Hahahah so we ate at Burger King. Thank you imaginary boyfriend for your treat! Love you. Heheheh even though i didn't really eat much,kena force lagi ader. But nvm i know you're just concerned bout my well-being. After lunch,we went to Kiddy Palace cos my brother wanted to survey some stuffs for his friend. After that,we bid goodbye to my imaginary boyfriend cos he has to attend class. I just met him yesterday but i miss him very much already :( He said he misses me too. Boo,see you sooooooooooooon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5118650918559146465?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5118650918559146465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5118650918559146465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5118650918559146465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5118650918559146465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5118650918559146465' title='BURGER KING.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5551404706725144934</id><published>2009-06-30T13:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:39:44.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I built my world around you.'/><title type='text'>I was in your arms tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muhammad Amirul,you made me feel like a little girl again yesterday. I haven't felt that good in a real long time. Thanks for the movie! ♥ ILOVEYOUVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYMUCH. I know you know but i know you love hearing me say it,you cheeky boy. I'm looking forward to our next date together baby(!!) Baby i tira-miss-you already :( &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;See you later hun xxoxxo. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S: I'm alil disturbed by that Sue wannabe on TUMBLR. Like hello,get a life please. Stop tryna be a carbon copy of my scandal. Tssssk sad life these people got manxzxz. On another note,it's pretty hilarious when you think of how pathetic they can get. Hahahaha:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5551404706725144934?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5551404706725144934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5551404706725144934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5551404706725144934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5551404706725144934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5551404706725144934' title='I was in your arms tonight.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6877089903150430101</id><published>2009-06-29T16:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:48:05.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man you shouldve seen us holding hands.'/><title type='text'>Time please go by faster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im sitting here in front of my pc waiting for time to pass by. Time seems to pass by so slow. I am waiting for my clock to show 440 and i will leave home and meet him. Our very first official date. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah nervous plus excited much. See you later ,handsome boy :) &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: Only God knows how i'm feeling right at this instant.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Continued @ 10.29pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just got home from my movie date with that handsome boy. Aaaaaaah he sungguh irritating but he's also very very very very sweet. Awwwww. Someone cannot not touch his hair every other five seconds or so. I never say you ah b. i said someone only. Don't terase. Hehehehe. Transformers:revenge of the fallen was indeed a good movie to watch but it's a lil too draggy. Dontcha think? Someone got sleepy and kept yawning but still tak mengaku he sleepy lah. Okay sorry b. Pls don't pinch me again. Pain you know! Boo. But but i love the way i rest my head on your shoulders and the way you'll touch my face. Too much too handle? Aaaaaaahhhh,luckily i remembered to breathe with him around. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;^^ I shall sleep with a big smile on my face. I'm a very happy girl right now. Mwaaaahhhh! ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6877089903150430101?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6877089903150430101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6877089903150430101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6877089903150430101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6877089903150430101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6877089903150430101' title='Time please go by faster.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-3158167280807957157</id><published>2009-06-28T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:28:26.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Wedding ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Skd8_rwSOMI/AAAAAAAABKc/b_eEpQaOlwM/s1600-h/DSC03551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384115671972034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Skd8_rwSOMI/AAAAAAAABKc/b_eEpQaOlwM/s400/DSC03551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to attend a wedding at Tampines today. I didnt want to but kena pakse la so no choice lorrr. Have to fake a happy face kan afira:) Not happy because my STM Papa told Mummy last minute. Biiiiiiinget okay. Ahhh nvm.

Then my uncle dropped Papa off at the airport then we rounding rounding the whole Changi. From the naval base sampai the prison area there. So jakon lorr we all. Especially the boy in the picture beside me. Someone’s favourite boy but he already said i’m his personal favourite so i trust him kay. Peace. So enough about today. Pretty long day today. I’m shagged but i miss someone. I miss you,handsome boy.

I had my hair done yesterday at PS. Credits to Aunty for the super advanced birthday present:) ILOVEYOUTHIIIIIIISMUCH. Kay definitely more than that. My hair’s shorter now but i love it cos it’s got volume:) Wheeeeeee. Someone’s turning 18 in a weeks’ time. Excited much? :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3158167280807957157?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3158167280807957157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3158167280807957157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3158167280807957157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3158167280807957157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3158167280807957157' title='Wedding ♥'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Skd8_rwSOMI/AAAAAAAABKc/b_eEpQaOlwM/s72-c/DSC03551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-9029920400072729928</id><published>2009-06-26T15:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:27:53.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='startofsomethingnew.'/><title type='text'>Awwsome.</title><content type='html'>Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

awaaaaaak!!&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

cn u wake me up ltr..??&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

pls..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

?&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

what time sayang?&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

5?&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

okay can baby.&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

baby u bck..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

thanks!&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

heee..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

thank u fira manje!&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

looooool bye sayang. now can go sleep?&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

yah..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

i try..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

heh..&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

Okay bye sayang. dont think of me too much&lt;br&gt;
 until cannot sleep horrrrrrrr.&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

LOL&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

heee..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

yeeee!!&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

ill call u jap lagi..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

haahaa..&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

-_____- bye la b.&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

bye..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

sayang.. bye..&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

sayang u too byeeee.&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

saaaaayaaaang u more than i sayang my.... erm... hair? haha..&lt;br&gt;

Mirul . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

bye!!!&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

-______________________- bye BABYYYYY! go sleeep cuteypie.&lt;br&gt;








&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ten minutes later,he called. WHY,you may ask? Cos he said he cannot sleep without hearing my voice. AWWWW. Sweeeeeet much? Very manje la horrrrrrrr. Hahaha. I saw him at his workplace today and he was happy(!) Wah first time he said he's happy to see me. Kan b? looool summore can steal glances at me during work. Ahhhhhhhh you ahh. Handsome boy. Cannot tahan leh see your face. Gugugagagugugagagugugaga. I better go eat now cos i havent had anything to eat since last night. ♥ Speaking of last night,i super love our phonecall yesterday night. *melts* Hush hush baby.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON- R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;imissyou:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s: i shed tears when i got to know about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-9029920400072729928?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/9029920400072729928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=9029920400072729928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/9029920400072729928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/9029920400072729928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#9029920400072729928' title='Awwsome.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5303174157222464252</id><published>2009-06-25T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:25:07.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>asthoughimallyoucansee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SkMlOicGkBI/AAAAAAAABKU/tJFsKrLRorQ/s1600-h/SUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351161713939353618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SkMlOicGkBI/AAAAAAAABKU/tJFsKrLRorQ/s400/SUE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SCANDAL BABY,SUE. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy 18th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ILOVEYOUMORETHANALLTHECHOCOLATEINTHEWORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Meet you soon baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5303174157222464252?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5303174157222464252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5303174157222464252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5303174157222464252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5303174157222464252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5303174157222464252' title='asthoughimallyoucansee.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SkMlOicGkBI/AAAAAAAABKU/tJFsKrLRorQ/s72-c/SUE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-446095407978210757</id><published>2009-06-24T14:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:26:11.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gugugagagugugaga'/><title type='text'>Younameinmyheart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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You see?It's times like this when i feel like hugging you like kf.skdhs. IADOREYOUTHIIIIIIIIIIISMUCH. I love msn conversations with you,good-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH-EMM-GEE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-446095407978210757?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/446095407978210757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=446095407978210757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/446095407978210757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/446095407978210757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#446095407978210757' title='Younameinmyheart.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5524203219753505712</id><published>2009-06-23T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:48:08.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iwannastayforever.'/><title type='text'>Youdontevenknowhowveryspecialyouare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said something i shouldn't have yesterday night on the phone. You irritated me as usual,no surprise but i guess i already had enough and i accidentally called you an "asshole". SORRY! I didn't mean what i said. I didn't mean to put down the phone on you. I thought wrong. Yes,i'm that biadab. So bloody rude right. Uggggh. You and your foul mouth,Fira. I'm terribly sorry b:( You were nice enough to let it go. I appreciate it that you weren't harping about that matter,instead you was worried i would get sick. Awwww. ILIKEYOUMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYMANYISWEAR:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
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Today. I hope you had a blast today. Even though i was frantically waiting for your text like a little girl,i was certain you were having fun with your friend:) I missed you alot today i swear. The phonecall we had yesterday made me slept like a baby. Ok,not really. But it definitely made me smile to sleep. You have been so manja with me these days. Ngade ngade righttt? But nevermind for you only kay,cutepute.You know i know we know. Telepathy baby:) GOLLYGOSHGOSH. I love hearing your breaths on the phone. I love hearing your cute sleepy voice also. K best. Wuhuuu. Mister good-looking,pls call me later. Mwaaah.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That is that i miss you f-ing much,mirul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Shhhh okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4859394101131491359?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4859394101131491359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4859394101131491359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4859394101131491359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4859394101131491359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4859394101131491359' title='Getting better.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6903661029344622077</id><published>2009-06-18T17:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:33:39.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blame me.'/><title type='text'>What does it matter to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought yesterday was the end of it. But hell no. I didn't wake up to your text again this morning and i knew something was very wrong. Then you texted me at 3 plus (like finally) and you asked me wether i was okay or not.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A big 'F' random bodoh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm through with this. Am i,really? Nb.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday: ARGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday:ARGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday:ARGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday:ARGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday:ARGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday:ARGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday:ARGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me,who can tahan? Even supergirl also cannot take it la. UGH. I keep this in my head "Brace yourself girl." And i always wish your sorry's are enough. &amp;amp;#%#@!&amp;amp;(()))@*(#&amp;amp;*#^#&amp;amp;*!*(!()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reality Check: It's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fig Buck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6903661029344622077?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6903661029344622077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6903661029344622077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6903661029344622077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6903661029344622077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6903661029344622077' title='What does it matter to you?'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7479996501644025051</id><published>2009-06-17T20:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:23:26.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry,put the blame on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After how many months,i just got home from meeting two of my bestfriends Aidil and Wank met up with me under my void deck. And guys,pls cut the act ehh. Jangan nak step da lame sampai. Check2 lain cerite. Cheat my feelings only ahh korang! Grrrrr. We catch up with recent stuffs tts been happening and all. You two boys made my day:) Mister someone,pls no more. I can't take it. Everyday without fail. Pls just stop. I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I kept this post as a draft cuz i had to do something and i came across this other draft. It reminded me of an ex. Someone i cherished. I still cherish him and he's always up in my heart no matter what. This was what it said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;When im with you, i feel alive.you bring to me a happiness that no one else could.you bring to me a love i have nvr known before.i could not imagine what my life would be like without you.you have touched my heart in ways no one could ever comprehend.i love being with you and i wanna spend the rest of my life with you.

everyday i wake up thanking god for you.you have given me so much, and idk if i will be able to give back all that you have given me.you have been my guiding light when i was lost.you have been my comforter through all my trials and sorrow.sometimes i feel lost and out of touch, bt when ur there, i feel safe.your voice soothes me.i could sit here and try to tell you just how i feel, bt i cant find the words other than im ecstatic we met and have gotten together after all that we've been through.

i want to tell you that the love i have for you is undying.it is a love that is strong and enduring.it is a love that will stand the test of time.i truly feel blesssed that you have become a part of my life, and i cannot wait for the day that we can join our lives together.i want to lie next to you at night and fall asleep in your arms.i want to wake up to ur beautiful smile.i want to share in ur joys and sorrows.i want to be ur everything, because you are everything to me.

i promise to always love you and always hold you in my heart.i will always be here for you if you need me, and i will love you no matter what life brings us.you are my soulmate, and i vow to love you all eternity.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;itrulyloveyoubaby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was US 8 months ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What am i doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7479996501644025051?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7479996501644025051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7479996501644025051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7479996501644025051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7479996501644025051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7479996501644025051' title='Sorry,put the blame on me.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-1349294913772228952</id><published>2009-06-16T12:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:19:36.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Stm Boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu15/gymnasticsgirl_ilsg5/cute_quotes_1photobucket-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear blog,yesterday was a good day indeed. First and foremost,i woke up to M's text. Mesti lah happy rightt. Second thing that made me happy was yesterday was his off day. So tt means more time for me! Huhuhu^^ Little brother wanted to go swimming yesterday so mummy and i brought him to Jwest Swimming Complex (kan?). As usual,i didn't swim.As much as i love swimming and haven't done tt in a real long time,i don't enjoy swimming around with half-naked men. At all. Super irks me much. I spent my time reading my novel and texting M instead. 3 days of not irriating me,he irritated the hell out of me yesterday. Wah piang,cannot tahan sia. And i have a new nickname for him,Super Stm Boy. Tell him something,ten minutes later sure lupe. Tak boleh harap! TSK. &lt;strong&gt;Yesterday=Countless arguments.&lt;/strong&gt; He calls me gangster cuz he said i always carik pasal with him and forever scolding him:( Sad right? Padahal he also at fault. Cannot la,this time i give in ok b:) Then yesterday night he asked me wether i wanted him to call. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;M:You want me to call or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;F:Anything. Up to you kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;M: I'm asking you la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Da kena shout at,have to say YES la kan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;F: lol okay yes yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;M: Your yes is not like "YES OF COURSE!" I'll consider la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;F: -__- finefinefine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;M: Kidding la b! Heee nak i call tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;F: YUPPY YUP YUPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(sarcastic much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;M: Okay,you wait. Call you jap lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We can fight over the slightest things i tell you. Hahaha. But i swear yesterday i loved you for calling me up after three days of not having to hear your voice. Rindu you know! Haha and b pls stop repeating everything i say. Da sah parrot ah kau! Heeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: Due to unforeseen circumstances,i won't be seeing him till say,next month?(might be longer) Boohoo. But nvm,i'll be strong for your sake b:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh,we're special in our weird little way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-1349294913772228952?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1349294913772228952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=1349294913772228952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1349294913772228952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1349294913772228952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#1349294913772228952' title='Super Stm Boy.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6570189544487325406</id><published>2009-06-14T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:26:49.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why can&apos;t i say it?'/><title type='text'>Baby i figured you out,i think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These couple of days have been pretty mundane. Got up late and such. Lazy days mostly. Also,these past two days have been weird. I didn't wake up to your daily 9.15am text no more. Instead,you'll text me at irregular times of the day. For like 10 minutes only. 10 minutes in the day,10 minutes at night before you head on to bed. When i replied your text,you didn't reply:( Nvm,i understand. I think. If only i could buy just 30 full minutes of your time,without any distractions. God i swear i'd cherish that half an hour,mister foreverbusybee. Geez,i know your busy with work and by the time you get home,you're shagged. Trust me,i understand. I just wish i can stop feeling left out. Yes,i feel neglected. I'm sorry but sorry just doesn't cut it this time round. Prove it please b:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: To my darling sister,please pull thru okay. And to a certain human being who cause her pain,all i can say to your face is "KARMA!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6570189544487325406?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6570189544487325406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6570189544487325406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6570189544487325406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6570189544487325406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6570189544487325406' title='Baby i figured you out,i think.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8409363934956213870</id><published>2009-06-12T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:42:28.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me+You=Us.'/><title type='text'>Oh boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjIv5stJTWI/AAAAAAAABJg/2isB_zJsuqw/s1600-h/DSC03458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346388375941762402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjIv5stJTWI/AAAAAAAABJg/2isB_zJsuqw/s400/DSC03458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was already at the verge of losing&lt;/span&gt; my voice when he called me two nights ago. He very kurang ajar yknow,my voice going to hilang already but still all he said was,"Padan muke kau!" :( Sad much? Haha. He irritated me much more than usual and i raised my voice at him. His fault la! Da kasi orang pissed gile babi,happy ah? -_____- He then apologised and said many sorry-s,as usual. Then he sang for me "Baa baa black sheep" Major tsk! I didn't want him to sing so i said "Pls don't ahh you. You nyanyi teros i demam agaknyer!" True enough. Ha-ha. Fira,please shut up. Right now,i wanna strangle you mister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8409363934956213870?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8409363934956213870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8409363934956213870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8409363934956213870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8409363934956213870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8409363934956213870' title='Oh boy.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjIv5stJTWI/AAAAAAAABJg/2isB_zJsuqw/s72-c/DSC03458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6531381566164703299</id><published>2009-06-11T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:34:43.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get well soon girl.'/><title type='text'>Sick:(</title><content type='html'>Not feeling well.
But i'm really happy i got to see your face today.
Happy much.
:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6531381566164703299?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6531381566164703299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6531381566164703299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6531381566164703299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6531381566164703299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6531381566164703299' title='Sick:('/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2216432362459499270</id><published>2009-06-10T10:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:36:08.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whoaaaaaaaa.'/><title type='text'>Close to heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Si8aOhNXX7I/AAAAAAAABIY/W-h1J9MVX7A/s1600-h/DSC03476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345520119446986674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Si8aOhNXX7I/AAAAAAAABIY/W-h1J9MVX7A/s400/DSC03476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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I had an awesome time with my family plus this boy yesterday. I missed him hell much and i'm so glad i spent time with him yesterday at Vivo. This cute boy's name is Anur Adhli. He's turning three this july (yes,july baby also wheee). I must admit taking care of him was indeed a chore but he's darn cute laaa. Like yesterday when my hands were already full of his toys,going to pay at the cashier,he asked me to carry him. lol i couldn't say no la righttttt. Penat penat penat. But anything for you la Adhli. I can't wait to see you again. On my birthday okay! *wink wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: We're okay now. Alhamdulillah. But i kind of miss your face:( &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9 June:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 1st Month as idiotic friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your still my &lt;s&gt;imaginary&lt;/s&gt; hubby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2216432362459499270?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2216432362459499270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2216432362459499270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2216432362459499270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2216432362459499270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2216432362459499270' title='Close to heart.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Si8aOhNXX7I/AAAAAAAABIY/W-h1J9MVX7A/s72-c/DSC03476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7674761743639077057</id><published>2009-06-08T21:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:44:00.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There&apos;s always gonna be another mountain.'/><title type='text'>Pick your favourite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Si0Vb9da9yI/AAAAAAAABII/K1xygbnCvTM/s1600-h/girls..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344951902857262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Si0Vb9da9yI/AAAAAAAABII/K1xygbnCvTM/s400/girls..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I had the time of my life today. I slept round two am and mummy woke me up at eight plus. Early day today. And to balas dendam,i quickly text him this " Awak awak awak! Cepat bangun!!!" Yes,i woke him up bloody early cuz i had to tell him i have to leave singapore if not later kena scolding. Heh and for waking him up,i kena scolding sia. He said i buang tebiat wake him up sooo early on his off day summore(!!) -____- Cuz i'm going to m'sia! Yeaaayyy.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Atleast it's out of singapore. Siap siap then left home and headed to City Square. Shopped shopped shopped. Bought this,bought that. Waaaahhhh gerek(!!) I watched Hannah Montana movie today and omgggggg it's so good that i cried! Okay,not the cry-macam-baby kind of cry but more of the aww-im-so-touched kind of cry. HAHA. Please try to understand my language. Thank you. But i swear i had tonnes and tonnes of fun today i didn't wanna go home siaa. But tak sampai hati la,i miss someone very much here. I didn't text him for like 9 hours? Suffer enough already ehhh tuu! Hehehe. Kak Ecah bought me an advanced birthday present and i swear i love it hella much! It's soooo nice ahh i tell you. Okay,i'm currently waiting for a call from my parrot. I shall end my post for today. Toodles! (K)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Continued)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight i was disappointed at you. I was already v tired but i was happy when you said you would call. You irritated me much as always and i felt rather comfortable hearing your usual evil laughs and such. Then there came a time when you made me v angry until i cannot tahan and i yelled at you. Sorry,my bad but it was unintentional. I was already at my breaking point. I got so bloody angry that i just said a flat "bye" and hung up on you. SORRY, I'm sorry the night had to end that way. But you were at fault too:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7674761743639077057?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7674761743639077057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7674761743639077057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7674761743639077057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7674761743639077057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7674761743639077057' title='Pick your favourite.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Si0Vb9da9yI/AAAAAAAABII/K1xygbnCvTM/s72-c/girls..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-531669418937479924</id><published>2009-06-07T15:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:04:42.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hush hush baby.'/><title type='text'>drama queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SituxrhjmEI/AAAAAAAABIA/eHCEtCQoZu8/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344487182581340226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SituxrhjmEI/AAAAAAAABIA/eHCEtCQoZu8/s400/DSC03453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to attend a wedding at Tampines yesterday:) The ambience of the wedding was phenomenal. My aunties were like saying that they wanna see me get married in 4,5 years? i'm like "Errrr nooo thank you!" *LAUGHS* Anyway so righttt,after the wedding we headed to Tampines Mall and the new one TampinesOne (kan?) . I finally went to TM and straightaway rushed to "SPLIT" where they were having a sale. Tops at $15! I bought one and my sister also beli jugak. I was in Tampines from 4 till about 9 like that. Kecoh rightttt. Then before we left that area,my lens buat hal causing my eyes to turn red. Initially i thought it was dry so i put some solution,but it didn't work. When i was in the car otw to simpang bedok,my lens fell out but luckily it didn't drop la. By the time i arrived Bedok,my lens dried up already. Then blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;End up i had to throw them away! :( I only used it for like two weeks sia.Wasted gile babi. And thing is,i cried ehhh! Baikkk. I was really sad la. And there were like soooo many mats there,but wtf i didn't care. I cried macam orang hilang anak. HAHA! Seriously laaaaaa,i want my lens back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That budak kept consoling me and all la but i still i kept being sucha baby. Boohoo. Right now i don't feel like going out cuz i have to wear specs. -_- Someone slept without telling me last night! Waste my time only bathe fast fast so that you can call ehh,parrot. And this morning when i got up,i got (4) unread text messages. All from HIM! His last text read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Awaaaaaaaaak! Wake up wake up wake up! Cepat!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You see? He woke me up at 945 ehhh. So much for wanting to wake up late today,fira. Thank you mirul for waking me up so early. Mentang mentang he got class. Have to wake me up also. *makes angry face* He is currently at work right now but he can still text me,disturbing me as usual. So if you're ever at JP,walking pass McCafe and you see this cute guy with either specs or contact lens,with spiky hair and if he's texting and his name tag reads "Amirul" ,please bantai him for me. Thank you very much. I might head out for a movie with my family later at Shaw. Yeaaaaay(!) I love family movie nights,period. (K)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss your face ahh ngok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-531669418937479924?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/531669418937479924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=531669418937479924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/531669418937479924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/531669418937479924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#531669418937479924' title='drama queen.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SituxrhjmEI/AAAAAAAABIA/eHCEtCQoZu8/s72-c/DSC03453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6578135275274030679</id><published>2009-06-06T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:53:41.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please don&apos;t say please.'/><title type='text'>You're the target that i might miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SioBpfEOadI/AAAAAAAABH4/RHaOd8-dq2Y/s1600-h/weheartit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 54px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344085720054000082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SioBpfEOadI/AAAAAAAABH4/RHaOd8-dq2Y/s400/weheartit.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry i didn't blog yesterday. Too damn shagged already. I had a longgggg day yesterday. I got up at nine,after hearing mummy's naggings. She was nagging at that boy ahh. Super irritating ten year old. Got up,showered then dressed up. The two kids got ready too, We bussed to JP to meet mummy. Had our lunch at Swensen's and i ate fish n chips. YUMMY! After lunch then i went to buy my Hello Kitty organiser. Whoooo,happy. Then blablabla. Had tea time at McCafe *kening moves up and down* At first he wasn't there but suddenly he popped out. Macam magic gitu,lol. And guess ape? He wore specs yesterday:) Cuz he got sore eyes. Aww boohoo. But,thing is he looked super extra cuter with specs on. To-tal-ly(!!) Talked to him for awhile before i left. OHHHHHHHMYGGGGGG. He called me up before he went to sleep and had our usual long conversations. Irritating nak mampos ahh that parrot. But right,i loved yesterday's conversation the most! (L) I want strawberry ice cream,story,sweets! (inside joke) I miss your voice already la,budak tak suka mint. You owe me two stories! xx&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: I want Caramel Frappe now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More like the boy who makes the caramel frappe(!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6578135275274030679?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6578135275274030679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6578135275274030679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6578135275274030679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6578135275274030679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6578135275274030679' title='You&apos;re the target that i might miss.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SioBpfEOadI/AAAAAAAABH4/RHaOd8-dq2Y/s72-c/weheartit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4834894194033342199</id><published>2009-06-04T12:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:03:14.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I get the best feeling.'/><title type='text'>He respects me space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To hurt you,i would never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thing is,would we ever end up together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whatever happens i hope you'll be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Finding your happiness-it's all that matters,really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Something happened to me at JP yesterday,when i was taking my siblings out to lunch,resulting in me being in pain cuz some stranger accidentally knocked me over and hurt my toe. Ouch okay. Boo you stranger. I wanted to cry cuz the pain was unbearable but in public siaaa. Malu. I complained much but still the pain was stll there. TSK! When i told ____ about it,he kept asking me wether i was okay or not -___- Of course i said okay la rightt? I wouldn't want him to worry about such small things kan. He called soonafter and i was truly happy he took the initiative to care. Thank you b. But he found out that i was not okay cuz he said my voice sounded different. In the end,i was forced to go sleep:( Ten minutes later i texted him. The text read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahahah macam baby kan? loool i was in pain whutt. Cannot sleep properly sia. Eventually i took paracetamols to ease the pain, It did help though. I'm currently down with sorethroat this morning and ___ already pesan me to eat medicine this morning:) Okay,i'm off to go have lunch and take my meds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4834894194033342199?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4834894194033342199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4834894194033342199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4834894194033342199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4834894194033342199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4834894194033342199' title='He respects me space.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-3328534579354037728</id><published>2009-06-03T07:40:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:03:35.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You have that effect on me.'/><title type='text'>Sleepless night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiW8JcnM1HI/AAAAAAAABHw/ZZuEn3XGdBY/s1600-h/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342883403430417522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiW8JcnM1HI/AAAAAAAABHw/ZZuEn3XGdBY/s400/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time check:7.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This all happened this morning fyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I slept at 1 plus and got up at 3am. Two hours of sleep aje and i'm not sleeepy! Power ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.07am. Nature calls.As soon as i got back into my room,i checked my fone. Surprise surprise,i got one text message from you:) The weird thing is that you are awake too. We have that special connection that i like. I replied to your text and you insisted that i was being kaypoh cuz i can't sleep also. GRRR. I loved your perangai in the wee hours of morning. Cuz you are extra baik! Kan b? looool i asked you to get back to sleep cuz you're working the morning shift later on but since you can't,you suggested that we play this 'game' whereby we both had to count to 100 and whoever finishes counting first has to text the other party asap and the loser has to buy ice-cream. But noone lost in the end cuz we both texted each other at the same time. Funny laah. Your plan sucks because in the end we both still awake(!!) Hahahaha. Then suddenly out of nowhere you had this craving for hotcakes! Yes,at 4 in the morning. And you asked me wether you should go to pm or not. -.- I said yes then you hurry hurry got ready and changed. But as soon as you left your house,*thunder claps*. Eventually it rained super heavily and more thunder claps plus lots of lightning. Tssskkkk! I was bloody worried bout you being outdoors. But you texted me 5 minutes later saying that you are safely home:) What a huge relief! But i was scared out of my wits due to the thunder and lightning that i almost cried. You laughed at me,saying that i'm acting like a little girl. But you comforted me saying that you're right here by my side and there's nothing for me to be scared about. Awww i swear i like you even more in the morning! We both accompanied each other till you're at work that we both didn't realize that its been three hours since we texted! My my,time really does flies when you're having fun. It's only been 30 minutes since we last texted but i miss you already,idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You're so lovely,sweet like honey" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Thank you for staying up with me mister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cherish you thiiiiiiiisss much for that. Hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(K) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;
You irritating uhhhh! &lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;
:( :( &lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;
alaaaaaaaa sorry la syg.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

syg kau ah!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

heee..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

sorry la..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

maen2 jer..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

haha..&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

-__- ye ye ye ye.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

sorry!!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

sorry awak.. datz like very rude..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

sorry!!!&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

looooool. tau tkper ehhh.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

SORRY!&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

lol nvm la awak. i'm fine.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

awak..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

 i gtg..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

my sis nk pkai..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

sorry..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

=(&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

okay sure.. its okay.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

awak..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

sorry..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

ill txt u ltr syg..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt; 

awak.. sorry..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

txt u ltr..&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

bye...&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

takperrrrrrrrrrr. bye awak.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

=(&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

cheer up!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

awak pn!&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

uh huh bye b.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

jgn mara2 k.nanti tak lawa tau.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

bye&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

b&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

haha.&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

BYE!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

bye!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

bye!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

bye!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

bye!&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

k bye!&lt;br&gt;

I say:&lt;br&gt;

bye syg.&lt;br&gt;

M says:&lt;br&gt;

my last bye!&lt;br&gt; (say last bye padahal bukan last ponn ehh.)&lt;br&gt;

M . . . says:&lt;br&gt;

bye!!!&lt;br&gt;

　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now you know how irritating he can be:)
　
　
　
　
　
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3328534579354037728?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3328534579354037728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3328534579354037728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3328534579354037728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3328534579354037728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3328534579354037728' title='Sleepless night.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiW8JcnM1HI/AAAAAAAABHw/ZZuEn3XGdBY/s72-c/AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4432985608600274562</id><published>2009-06-02T18:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:26:38.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello kitty.'/><title type='text'>Seven months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiT7z2QDLdI/AAAAAAAABHY/QKz5O6AaANs/s1600-h/DSC03389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342671926122982866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiT7z2QDLdI/AAAAAAAABHY/QKz5O6AaANs/s400/DSC03389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pet society-my new addiction,my new baby. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahahah! And yes i love going around kissing people i don't know just to get $$ to buy stuffs! (talk abt taking advantage!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOL. Huhuuu and i also go around cleaning stinky dirty people who don't bathe cuz yes,i do get paid for that!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhh there's a whole lot of stuffs i wanna buy for Kitty's home and also Kitty but i've yet to raise up the amount of dough needed.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wanna get Kitty that thousand bucks tiara! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GRRRRRRR geram ajeeeee. Okay,so now i'm back to kissing/hugging/bathing strangers!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will have a proper update when i'm not gaga-ing over Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chiow. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: Thank you for calling me up two nights ago and spending time with me thru the phone.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know you miss me but you just don't want to admit it but instead you said i missed you.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ape ajeeeee gile.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now,my turn. I miss you,crazy. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Continuation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today. Somehow i liked you even more today. That doesn't mean that i like you any lesser the rest of the days but today you're extra sweet.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got up at 7am to send Ben off to school with the two girls then we had breakfast at LJS. I texted you saying that i was already up but you're already at work. I took a long nap as soon as i got home while waiting for your text cuz i was indeed freaking tired. I was happy when you asked me nicely to go online and chat with you but as usual,you were very irritating. I like it even when you're super irritating. Hahah you like rightt? I know you like but tak nak admit kannn! Standard. Huhuuu i was surprised when you called me when i was watching my Michael Scofield on teevee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But nvm,you're more important. Chehhhh macam paham aje fira. You sounded very tired but still had the cheek to say you're not because i knew you wanted to talk to me,but too bad la i know you too well already. I eventually forced you to go sleep cuz you have the morning shift tmr. I know you don't like it when i did that. Sorry i didn't let you hear what you wanted to hear. Tmr okay promise! So we eventually put down the phone and i expected you to sleep soundly but ten minutes later i received a text that read &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Sorry kite manje sekali okay. Sorry tau awak. Sweetdreams hunney. Gi tido!"&lt;/span&gt; Sape tak happy right. Even though the last part i kena scolding,i was still happy. Happy sekali until cannot sleep ehhh! lol TMR will be a long day for you ehh budak. I hope you have fun with your friends at work. Like what you always said to me whenever i go out, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan naughty ehhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4432985608600274562?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4432985608600274562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4432985608600274562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4432985608600274562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4432985608600274562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4432985608600274562' title='Seven months.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiT7z2QDLdI/AAAAAAAABHY/QKz5O6AaANs/s72-c/DSC03389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5641335596267275485</id><published>2009-05-31T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:32:25.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Yes,i suka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiJs2YEP_-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/cn2RiLRK_Tw/s1600-h/Kitty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341951789443842018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiJs2YEP_-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/cn2RiLRK_Tw/s400/Kitty2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay i'm in love with Pet Society baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Facebook ahhhhhh. I love you. This is what i've been busy with. Wooohooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meet Kitty,i own her. (^^) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Besides i'm trying to keep my mind off you and the fact that i feel abit neglected today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boo,i miss you silly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5641335596267275485?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5641335596267275485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5641335596267275485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5641335596267275485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5641335596267275485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5641335596267275485' title='Yes,i suka.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SiJs2YEP_-I/AAAAAAAABHQ/cn2RiLRK_Tw/s72-c/Kitty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8355975214000115370</id><published>2009-05-29T21:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:52:01.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God doesn&apos;t make junk.'/><title type='text'>I wish you'd understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sh_hVFED31I/AAAAAAAABHI/EGyoh9w3Zxw/s1600-h/kf9vBxISYjnkyz18CQRJ955Go1_r1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341235435337408338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sh_hVFED31I/AAAAAAAABHI/EGyoh9w3Zxw/s400/kf9vBxISYjnkyz18CQRJ955Go1_r1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Current mood: tiredtiredtired. but still waiting for someone's text.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A longgggggg day today. I got up suuper early at 7 and went to the toilet,ate meds then went back to my beauty sleep. Eventually got up at 930.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Showered and got dressed. Early in the morning i threw a tantrum at mummy already. Sorry my:( It's cuz i misplaced my ez-link card and i searched the entire house till my hair messed up already ehh! Binget ajeee. At last,the stupid ez-link wass inside the washing machine(!!) I accidentally dropped it in when i was putting my dirty laundry in. TSSSSSSKKK! Headed to JP and had bfast at KFC. Then bussed to Ben's school for his parent teacher meeting and OMGGGG that school brought back sweet memories! I saw a couple of my primary school teachers and i swear i miss being a young kid. All the innocence and not having to worry abt whether someone who means alot to you is gonna call you or not. Booo.Anyway after that,mrt-ed to Lavender,ICA to pick up my new passport. Upon reaching there i saw a familiar face. It was indeed Fickey's kakak sedare. I saw her,smiled then she texted me. Like finally eh we met! :) After running some errands,we mrt-ed back to Bugis for lunch and did some shopping! Well i got a black dress with this gold zip. At least it made me happy girl. Then headed to Kinokuniya and i got a new Chicken Soup book! YEAAAAAYYYY at last i have something to occupy myself with in case i get bored. At the very least i won't die! (LOL inside joke) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm currently superdupertrooper tired but i'm still waiting for someone's text or call. I miss you alot today. Sorry abt yesterday night when i accidentally put down the phone on you. SORRY! No matter what,you'll still be the best okay. *winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: School orientation is on the 15th July! One more month baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S.S: I heard something i didn't want to hear yesterday. Honestly,you never were a friend of mine. So read my lips: I don't give a hoot about you. I won't say anything bad about you cuz if i did,i'd be stooping to your level ahh girl. Sorry,goodbye. Case closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8355975214000115370?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8355975214000115370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8355975214000115370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8355975214000115370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8355975214000115370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8355975214000115370' title='I wish you&apos;d understand.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sh_hVFED31I/AAAAAAAABHI/EGyoh9w3Zxw/s72-c/kf9vBxISYjnkyz18CQRJ955Go1_r1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-346337016379220790</id><published>2009-05-28T13:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:45:05.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':) for fun'/><title type='text'>What you get when i'm bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;The TENs' &lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Full Name - Afira Fairuza Afandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Nicknames - Fira,ira,arara(only a bunch calls me that!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Birth place - Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Hair color - Brownish Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Natural hair style - Wavy-ish. I don't like combing my hair much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Eye Color - Dark Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Birthday - 05th July 1991.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Mood - I have my moments. Currently,i'm pretty contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Favorite color(s) - Pink,Turquoise,Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit - Paris :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Have you ever been in love - Yes,once or twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight - Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush - Uhmm yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally - Yes and i don't wish to go thru that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart - Uhmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken - Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them - Ha-ha,nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment - YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged - Sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to? - Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Love or lust - Love baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer - Hell no to both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Cats or dogs - Hell no to both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. A few best friends or any regular friends - A few regular friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy - Crunchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Pencil or Pen - Pen,especially coloured ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in - Romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Money or Happiness - Happiness. Money doesn't guarantee happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Night or day - Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. IM or phone - Phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN ARE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.Are you single - Yes,and currently not enjoying it much:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Are you happy - Depends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Are you bored- Uh huh uh huh uh huh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Are you fair - Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Are you Italian - Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Are you intelligent - I believe everybody is intelligent in their own special way:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Are you honest - Heaven yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Are you nice - Hahaha i have been told that i'm nice. So uhmm yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Are you Irish - Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Are you Asian - Yeaaaahhh baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out - NOOOOO. I'm too good like that yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Seen a polar bear - ^_^ yesssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Done something you regret - Several times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Bungee jumped - Omggggg nooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor - Ewww grosss no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker - No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Been caught naked - HAHA! Uhmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back - Flat out NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet - NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Wanted to disappear - Yes,whenever i'm around this human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Smile or eyes - Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Light or dark hair - Dark hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Hugs or kisses - More kisses can? loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Shorter or taller - Taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction - Attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Topman or Zara - Zara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Funny or serious - ____ is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Older or Younger - Neither. Same age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet - Outgoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Sweet or Bad - Sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd - Yes,when i was in primary 5,6- dance routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour - Yes- three hours or so to be exact:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands - Uhmm no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert - I'd love to someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team - Noooo,though my girls insisted me to join em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team - Hahahha i wanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team - Naaaaaahhh*yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production - Oh yes i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley? - Escalade please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video? - Wthhhh NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Last person who called - Irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Last person you hugged - Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Last person you hung out with - Leeya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Last time you worked - Never before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Last person you talked to - Mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Last person you IM'd - Ykid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Last person you texted - Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with - Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Last person/thing you missed - I miss my girlfriends,teachers and _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10.Last website visited - blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-346337016379220790?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/346337016379220790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=346337016379220790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/346337016379220790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/346337016379220790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#346337016379220790' title='What you get when i&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2885560876900903755</id><published>2009-05-28T12:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:49:08.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll be right here.'/><title type='text'>Am i chasing rainbows here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sh4WmFHT4GI/AAAAAAAABHA/-J37gZB4NrI/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340731051571667042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sh4WmFHT4GI/AAAAAAAABHA/-J37gZB4NrI/s400/DSC03343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes,i know i have to understand and be patient when it comes to this topic -YOU. Without a doubt,patience is definitely&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; one of my virtues. But i have to stay patient. One of the things i don't enjoy doing is waiting but for you,i'm constantly waiting-either for your text or call. Eventually it really does pay off...I think. No doubt you left me in the lurch yesterday..Again. I shouldn't scold you cuz i felt i had no right to scold you for not having time for me. I miss you,irritating. soooooooooooo much:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you to YY for saving me yesterday night! You listened to what i had to say with open arms and i appreciate you for being sucha dear last nightttttt. A piece of my heart goes out to you,soon-to-be bestfriend.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay,i'm off to do some stuffs while waiting for Irritating's text or call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And yes hopefully i will be meeting my girlfriend sooon. i miss you sooo much erny:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love will show you everything"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2885560876900903755?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2885560876900903755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2885560876900903755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2885560876900903755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2885560876900903755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2885560876900903755' title='Am i chasing rainbows here?'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sh4WmFHT4GI/AAAAAAAABHA/-J37gZB4NrI/s72-c/DSC03343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8041383680278041910</id><published>2009-05-27T09:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:48:26.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why can&apos;t money grow on trees?'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShybnS_t4hI/AAAAAAAABGg/lm4nZTwnkD8/s1600-h/HK+mansion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340314357570855442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShybnS_t4hI/AAAAAAAABGg/lm4nZTwnkD8/s400/HK+mansion.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was searching for HK wallpapers when i came across this. This is &lt;strong&gt;somewhat&lt;/strong&gt; how my cellphone looks like,front part's a teeny bit diff though. Cute much? lol i swear the price is worth it laaaa. I told you before,i'm a HK addict. Hehehehe! There's still tonnes of HK things i wanna buy. Gaaaaah~&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8041383680278041910?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8041383680278041910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8041383680278041910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8041383680278041910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8041383680278041910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8041383680278041910' title=':)'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShybnS_t4hI/AAAAAAAABGg/lm4nZTwnkD8/s72-c/HK+mansion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6915607739101221726</id><published>2009-05-27T09:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:28:14.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanted you to tell me you need me.'/><title type='text'>Mister Irritating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like finally,after searching one hour plus for a decent blogskin,i settled for this one:) I like this skin. looool random. I have to thank you for calling me up yesterday. I'm glad you understood and realized you've been super busy and you took the initiative and time to layan me and such. I was indeed very happy to hear your voice after not hearing it for two days,lol. Though you irritate me 98 percent of the time,i know deep down inside you care. I can never thank you enough for always cheering me up and telling me to behave when i'm being bitchy.That's what i like most abt you. Okay,so yesterday there was this funny part when i said something to him and he laughed. -____- TSK!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fira: Ahh kay fine. byyyyye ahh.(sounded like baya)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritating: Baya? Awak fikir kite bangla pe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fira: Okay sorry. BYE UHHHH. ( i really said uhh,clearly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritating: *laughs* Cakap lagi pleeease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fira:TAK NAK LAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritating: Alaaa please la awak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Honestly i hate it when he say please,susah nak resist!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fira: BYE UHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritating: *laughs even more*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahah lool irritating but it's his irritatingness that makes him stand out from the rest? lol macam paham. I loved you for yesterday night! Yesterday night aje ehhhh. Then yesterday we were both talking about how much we both argue in a day and how many sorry's he had to say to me for making me angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritating: Awak,awak rase satu hari brape kali kite ckp sorry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fira: Uhmmm 20? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Irritating: Salah.. More than that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fira: Da tau more than that abeh suke kasi kite marah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritating: Suke la. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fira: -__-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right after he said that,he made me angry again then apologised. He said sorry for what felt like a hundred times,it was like he was singing a song. He kept saying sorry cuz i kept quiet. LOL. Angry apeeeee. But in the end,i forgave him laaah. He said his hobby is to irritate me cuz _________. FIll in the blanks yourself! HAHA. Time check: 9.18am. I got up at 7 and replied Irritating's text. He's got his NS check-up today and i really wish him the best of luck:) I didn't sleep well last night cuz i was worried abt this. tskkk. After getting off the phone with him last night,i texted Ykid and Sue. Thank you for accompanying me ehhh! Irritating,call me later okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sue baby,i hope you'll stay strong okay. I love you sweetypie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6915607739101221726?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6915607739101221726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6915607739101221726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6915607739101221726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6915607739101221726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6915607739101221726' title='Mister Irritating.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8419853648466186736</id><published>2009-05-26T14:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:40:15.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss your voice.'/><title type='text'>Putting my guard down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShuIuvwLomI/AAAAAAAABF4/SLo7wUwxOlA/s1600-h/IRAAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340012119851770466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShuIuvwLomI/AAAAAAAABF4/SLo7wUwxOlA/s400/IRAAAAAAA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was indeed your fault. I was very disappointed but i'm very good at hiding my emotions. Sometimes i don't get you. But most of the time i keep telling myself you're stressed with work,that's why i tried my very best to understand your predicament. But now,i'm clueless. Like okay,yesterday for the first time in a very longggg time i remembered what it felt like to cry. Call me a crybaby or whatever but i'm really ____. I'm sick and tired of waiting for your text or call but i can't let go. I just can't. I know you always say sorry but i really wish it was enough. For once,i wanna be contented:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously from the bottom of my heart,I'm sorry. I'm sorry i am so moody these days that the slightest thing can trigger me and i'll always end up scolding you. Geez,i sound so bad i know. Sorry b(pls dont anyhow guess this word):( Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. Please call me later okay. I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3994777556340157748?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3994777556340157748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3994777556340157748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3994777556340157748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3994777556340157748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3994777556340157748' title='Partner in crime.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShuMiCO0TiI/AAAAAAAABGA/nHRDYLCHSI8/s72-c/ECKA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4220924394267554110</id><published>2009-05-24T14:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:33:50.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tell me.'/><title type='text'>It'll be rockin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emotionator: Happpppyyy sekali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yesterday night,mummy,the girls plus Ben and i went to JP. Shopped for abit then had my Caramel Frappe somewhere there. Then suddenly,GUGUGAGAGUGUGAGA. I was almost speechless ehhh! Haha. But i'm really super happy i got to see _____ yesterday. I missed that boy alotttttt ahhhhh. HAHA. Yesterday i very paiseh because of something but i promise today i will not repeat it again:) Okay besssst. This is a random post. Sorry. Have a lazy Sunday ya'll. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: Yesterday night was the sex! Girl talk session with mummy and K-Acha bout boys and breakups and such. OMG funnnn shit bowdow. Seriously we laughed our asses off! Never thought we'd all have such similar Xperiences altogether! Tssssssskkkk. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S.S: I have changed my email add due to some reasons. I've already deleted the old one. Add me up at my new one instead. See ya'll there!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4220924394267554110?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4220924394267554110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4220924394267554110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4220924394267554110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4220924394267554110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4220924394267554110' title='It&apos;ll be rockin&apos;'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7584296819760619073</id><published>2009-05-23T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:44:26.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='______ is missed.'/><title type='text'>Baby just say yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShenT6jGFjI/AAAAAAAABFg/bU2ERlZBU0E/s1600-h/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338919843846821426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShenT6jGFjI/AAAAAAAABFg/bU2ERlZBU0E/s400/DSC00011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Summarising my Saturday so far:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got up early at 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bussed with K-Acha and sister to mum's workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some young mats disturbed us. Tak perlu eh little boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Breakfast-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Market-ing. (Triple Ewwwwwww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heading to JP later with mummy,ben10 and K-Acha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I want to see _____ badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesternight,i had a girl to girl heart talk with K-Acha till round 2 plus. I honestly felt waaayyyy better.I love having her as my aunt,this i swear. I seriously,honestly,truthfully,wholeheartedly love you deep deep,K-Acha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_______,what's left to say except sorry? Sorry b :( Sorry you have to entertain my shiznits even though you're tired with work and such. I promise i'll make it up to you. And no,you're not evil. NOTNOTNOTNOT. I promise i'll behave. I miss your voice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7584296819760619073?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7584296819760619073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7584296819760619073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7584296819760619073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7584296819760619073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7584296819760619073' title='Baby just say yes.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShenT6jGFjI/AAAAAAAABFg/bU2ERlZBU0E/s72-c/DSC00011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5874396062687973279</id><published>2009-05-22T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:07:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;$240&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY_Lk0aZkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mpwGWbvk-EU/s1600-h/HK+CARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338523876388922946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY_Lk0aZkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mpwGWbvk-EU/s400/HK+CARD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;$40&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91r0wokI/AAAAAAAABFA/O0QNIghYLuo/s1600-h/HK+WALLET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338522400800678466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91r0wokI/AAAAAAAABFA/O0QNIghYLuo/s400/HK+WALLET.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;$3,600&lt;/center&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91Ut96VI/AAAAAAAABE4/NbeXnwcPqEc/s1600-h/HK+EARRINGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338522394598173010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91Ut96VI/AAAAAAAABE4/NbeXnwcPqEc/s400/HK+EARRINGS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;center&gt;$995&lt;/center&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91FxM3uI/AAAAAAAABEw/13taR_3mo20/s1600-h/HK+CHARM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338522390585204450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91FxM3uI/AAAAAAAABEw/13taR_3mo20/s400/HK+CHARM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;center&gt;$160&lt;/center&gt;



&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91BjPiRI/AAAAAAAABEo/H6eIQ8keX9A/s1600-h/HK+CAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338522389452917010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY91BjPiRI/AAAAAAAABEo/H6eIQ8keX9A/s400/HK+CAM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And those are the list of stuffs i want for my upcoming birthday. Ha-ha still a longggg way to go. About 45 more days?  Mind you,thats just my guesstimation. Okay,i'm gg off now. Chiow.





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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5874396062687973279?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5874396062687973279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5874396062687973279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5874396062687973279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5874396062687973279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5874396062687973279' title=''/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShY_Lk0aZkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mpwGWbvk-EU/s72-c/HK+CARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7974950101350880114</id><published>2009-05-22T13:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:36:43.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of your heart.'/><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a bunch of new photos i snapped yesterday but i can't upload them into my computer. Ysee,yest right my sister borrowed my memory card to school for her project. And when i took those pics,it was stored in my phone not my memory card. Then HOW ehh?I swear i don't know. I very headache already sia now. Time check: It's 1.22pm and i still haven't had anything to eat yet. If _____ finds out,i will sure kena scolding. Thing is,i'm not hungry. How to eat when your not hungry at all? Geeez. He hasn't texted me since yesterday night so he must be busy working. Yesternight,he irritated me also(as always!) but i irritated him a WHOLE LOT MOREEEEE till he got tired. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he says i'm superrrrr blur. Tsk. Sorrrrrrrrryyyyyy. ______,i'm very sorry i perangai okay. I know you're not mad but i felt terrible. SORRY SORRY SORRY! ♥♥♥ (K)&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S: I woke up to a surprisingly sweet text from my scandal that read,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arara with a rainbow,just tellin you that i miss you!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sue baby,i miss you like how i missed you last week! (WTFFF!) I swear i'm gonna squeeze you when we meet. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7974950101350880114?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7974950101350880114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7974950101350880114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7974950101350880114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7974950101350880114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7974950101350880114' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-1060070786214377958</id><published>2009-05-21T12:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:21:02.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must i?'/><title type='text'>Fireworks in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Emotionator: Exuberant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happy%20emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Happy Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo67/Avalagga/Emoticons/image888.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved yesterday night,i swear. Sleeping at the wee hours of morning is definitely worth it,cos of YOU. Even though it's your hobby to irritate me half of the day and i always end up angry,i like it whenever you say "Sorry". I like it when you pretend to get all petty and &lt;strong&gt;expect&lt;/strong&gt; me to pujok you.So ke ai okay! loooooooool. I guess what i'm trying to say is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love it when you call&lt;/span&gt;. xx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: New blog song up. I fvcking love this song hella mucchhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-1060070786214377958?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1060070786214377958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=1060070786214377958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1060070786214377958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1060070786214377958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#1060070786214377958' title='Fireworks in my heart.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo67/Avalagga/Emoticons/th_image888.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8762519734757869302</id><published>2009-05-20T12:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:01:29.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tugging at my heart strings.'/><title type='text'>Nobody but YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShOGHWKGF7I/AAAAAAAABEI/-JKiZiSxxOY/s1600-h/FIRAAAAAYAAAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337757444129298354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShOGHWKGF7I/AAAAAAAABEI/-JKiZiSxxOY/s400/FIRAAAAAYAAAAAAAA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShOGHEMU3MI/AAAAAAAABEA/Yhvni7Rb7h0/s1600-h/CHEEEEEEEEESE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337757439306816706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShOGHEMU3MI/AAAAAAAABEA/Yhvni7Rb7h0/s400/CHEEEEEEEEESE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Say Cheeeeeeese.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there you go,those are the only pics i took at Pasir Ris last Saturday. Don't remind me. Ha-ha. Okay,so i have to admit that my teenage instincts have been overpowering me these days and hence i will give attitude to everyone who's surrounding me, Tsk! I'm the sorriest kay to all. Esp to Mummy! The only one who can layan my perangai/nonsense,other than ____. A big thank you to mummy for teman-ing me to JP for lunch yesterday cos i had a sudden craving for Burger King. Wheeeee,mummy is the best. Then bussed to PM and bought essentials. At night,my sayang gegerl came and slept over at my crib. She said she wanna sleep at my crib forever! YEAAAAAAAAYYYYY. I didn't get much sleep last night cos i was worried about a certain someone and also due to the fact that i have fking stomach cramps. Yes,it's THAT time of the month again. Baikkkkk. I'm off to have my lunch and wait for someone's text:D! Have a blissful Wednesday all. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: _____ , i hope you are okay. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8762519734757869302?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8762519734757869302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8762519734757869302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8762519734757869302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8762519734757869302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8762519734757869302' title='Nobody but YOU.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShOGHWKGF7I/AAAAAAAABEI/-JKiZiSxxOY/s72-c/FIRAAAAAYAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-3828567341358766163</id><published>2009-05-18T18:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:51:33.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherry boom boom baby.'/><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShE0x08e_QI/AAAAAAAABDo/Hvwx7y4-OmU/s1600-h/ARAQIL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337105064041315586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShE0x08e_QI/AAAAAAAABDo/Hvwx7y4-OmU/s400/ARAQIL2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently blasting in my headphones: My blog song. Sedapppppp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:) The picture above was taken last Saturday at Pasir Ris.This cheeky boy above is my nephew,Shaqil. I swear one day when i get married i wanna move to Pasir Ris! I love that area. Esp E-hub! Gerekxzxz. Okay,i admit i've been feeling rather moody or perangai these days and i can honestly blame PMS. It's THAT time of the month again. Holy shit. So,try and understand okay people. I also wanna apologise to someone dear to me if i have been super irritating. SORRYSORRY. There isn't really much to update these days so i'm sorry if i sound so duhhhhhh~ Sometime later this week kak ecah will be sleeping over my crib. I'M EGGSCITED FOR THAT! Thank you to mister yy for making me feel better yesterday after texting! :) Alright,i'm off for my evening shower nowwww. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Tags replied here!
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Azyan: thank you babe:D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nurulatira: Terima kasih sayang. i'm okay,really. anyway,i miss you jambu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Huda: Great babe! :) see you soon sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3828567341358766163?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3828567341358766163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3828567341358766163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3828567341358766163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3828567341358766163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3828567341358766163' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ShE0x08e_QI/AAAAAAAABDo/Hvwx7y4-OmU/s72-c/ARAQIL2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2307438026221926874</id><published>2009-05-17T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:36:47.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':( take it all back.'/><title type='text'>I blocked you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First and foremost,i have to say a big sorry to everyone yesterday due to me being very perangai. SORRY :( Because of that,i didn't even enjoy my much anticipated Pasir Ris bbq. I was really disappointed at myself. But i knew alot of people had fun yesterday. I just wished i was myself yesterday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2307438026221926874?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2307438026221926874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2307438026221926874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2307438026221926874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2307438026221926874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2307438026221926874' title='I blocked you.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5548346713265197520</id><published>2009-05-16T10:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:11:51.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in this craziness.'/><title type='text'>Reality is here and it's very clear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sad%20emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="sad Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u10/InuYasha2007_photos/emoticons/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sad%20emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="sad Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u10/InuYasha2007_photos/emoticons/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sad%20emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="sad Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u10/InuYasha2007_photos/emoticons/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't bother asking. Maybe it's just me.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And to think today was suppose to be a happy day. Pasir Ris,here i come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5548346713265197520?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5548346713265197520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5548346713265197520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5548346713265197520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5548346713265197520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5548346713265197520' title='Reality is here and it&apos;s very clear.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u10/InuYasha2007_photos/emoticons/th_sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2945945792383493827</id><published>2009-05-15T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:00:41.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I go slow.'/><title type='text'>What it feels like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You are a dream so beautiful, its hard to describe. I wish to never wake up from it." &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will be meeting two of my Pinkslip girls at 230 later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Will be helping Nad design a logo and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday i met McCutie - grabbed my Caramel Frappe from him,talked abit,smiled,left,breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I pity him cos he worked from 10am till 5pm,then he had class from 7-10pm. Today,repeat. Tssssssskkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sue and I are the luckiest girls on the face of this Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wanna eat now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then siap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then leave home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm being super random. OK BYEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2945945792383493827?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2945945792383493827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2945945792383493827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2945945792383493827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2945945792383493827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2945945792383493827' title='What it feels like.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-755946207572247093</id><published>2009-05-14T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:12:35.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I find time can heal almost anything.'/><title type='text'>Shake the glitter off your clothes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cute%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cute%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Cute Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b174/xxpinkpimpinxx12/Quotes/Cute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotionator: Sleeeepy -__-#
Listening to: " Hook up"-Katy Perry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I slept pretty late last night-around 4-ish am and i'm very sleepy now. ____ worked till closing so i accompanied him through the phone la since he was all alone since 11pm. Boohoo. Sadddd kannn. Talked about alot of stuffs and at some point of time very kekek cos he paiseh already. Hahhaha sorry la too funny to tell,looool. He's currently working right now and says he'll text me during his break:) I seriously have no plans today so today might just be a day at home with the two kids and Mummy. Papa's out on a lunch meeting. Saturday's coming in like two days' time and still i haven't got a present for my sayang girl. TSKKKKKKK! Later maybe. Since i'm very mendak righttt now,i shall leave blogger with something random i wrote yesternight. Have a good day fellow readers. xx&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ike the feeling you get when you're a kid and you get your very first barbie doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;therwise confused with lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;irtued when your partner's the right one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xuberant,merriment,melodramatic-the king of mixed emotions you get when you're head over heels for that special one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Give it a thought or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-755946207572247093?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/755946207572247093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=755946207572247093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/755946207572247093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/755946207572247093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#755946207572247093' title='Shake the glitter off your clothes.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b174/xxpinkpimpinxx12/Quotes/th_Cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7346129744199264862</id><published>2009-05-13T18:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:21:02.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My favourite boy.'/><title type='text'>Don't need to look no further.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgqbjINEyfI/AAAAAAAABDg/i4hWPucpGw0/s1600-h/DSC03033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335247736373823986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgqbjINEyfI/AAAAAAAABDg/i4hWPucpGw0/s400/DSC03033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Most people misinterpret us for 14-year old twins. WTFFFFFF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today started off pretty early.I woke up at eleven-ish? Quickly showered and siappppp,while waiting for Mummy to come back home from work. I'm supposed to go shopping with her today,you see:) Mummy reached home around 12. She fast fast siap then we bussed to Mr Teh Tarik and had lunch. From there,i bought my essentials-contacts,perfumes,hair colour and some nonsense also. We went to JP to look for Kak A-cha's birthday present but,to no avail. It's not easy looking for HK stuff okay! &lt;strong&gt;He's&lt;/strong&gt; currently working right now:( I have to wait till 2am for him to reach me lorr. Before he went to work,he asked me this "Complete the sentence: You want me to be your _____?" I said," I just want you to be my favourite boy." HAHAHA sweeeet rightttt. loooooool honestly i'm taking things one step at a time. I've learnt my lesson with my past r'ships. But just for the record and so as to clear any doubts,there's no denying that we're attracted to each other. He may be peevish but i also love disturbing him. Oh,the way you make me feel. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since i'm veryyyy bored right now,i suddenly thought bout the names/kind of names people refer me as. So here's the list of people and how they address me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sue calls me Fira,baby,babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Atira calls me Fira,syg,darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Radin calls me Fira,babe,darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nad calls me Fyra,syg,lalink(darling for you slow people,lloool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Farah calls me Fyra,babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maira calls me Fyra,syg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Leesa calls me Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isya calls me dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mud calls me Ara,babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Zoo calls me Ara,arara,bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faizal calls me Fira,bebeh,fai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mustafa calls me Fira,arara,fairuza(last one tu tak perlu ehh babe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ykid calls me Fira,miss kinky (dont askkkkkkk! secretttt:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ben(my own brother) calls me Arara:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_____ calls me Fira,cik bedah,kaypoh girl (-.- he mintak kene smack ahh tu budak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahah okay dahh. That's what you get when i'm bored. _____ says i'm like minah! WTFFFFFF ahaha he irritating like matrep ahhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7346129744199264862?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7346129744199264862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7346129744199264862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7346129744199264862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7346129744199264862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7346129744199264862' title='Don&apos;t need to look no further.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgqbjINEyfI/AAAAAAAABDg/i4hWPucpGw0/s72-c/DSC03033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4591806507191080417</id><published>2009-05-12T19:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:39:38.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This kind of people waste my bloody time only.'/><title type='text'>Boy,i ain't lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgliAPQUK5I/AAAAAAAABDY/34LSL9Z6x_Y/s1600-h/DSC03233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334902989831547794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgliAPQUK5I/AAAAAAAABDY/34LSL9Z6x_Y/s400/DSC03233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgliAMZ_QTI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xaplU9dH1MI/s1600-h/DSC03232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334902989066813746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgliAMZ_QTI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xaplU9dH1MI/s400/DSC03232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The picture above is my notebook. I designed it especially for myself because i love myself. looooool okay that's me being freaky. HAHA. Today was rather something. I got up round 1230 (someone can still call this early ehhh!),showered then i called up my two sayangs for a meet up. i just needed someone to talk to,preferably a girl. Sorry guys,i know i have more guyfriends than girlfriends but this time it calls for a girl to girl talk. Talking to Isya was rather fun. I felt a whole lot better after talking abt it. Thanks Isya! Met up with Nad and her two friends at Frontier but they were busily doing their project. Isya and I decided to walk walk around JP instead. Nad,i know your very sorry but honestly your apology tak perlu okay sayang. I'm not even mad at you. I love you babe:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Putting that aside,this girl made me smile with her sweet words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Babe,you're nine point ninenineninenine. That makes you almost perfect. I'm sure he'll fall head over heels for you."- Sue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Baby,i love you hella much. I miss you even mooooooooooooore. Hugs! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now,at this very instant i'm fucking pissed at a certain human being. What you said seriously tak perlu siaaa. Tak suke,say right to my face ahhh. I don't even give a flying fuck anyway. Who are you to go dessiminating to people that i'm a bitch? Ehh babi la,don't say that word when you don't even know the meaning. CB.Honestly,i regret having someone like you in my life. I am veryyyy pissed right now ehhh. Please don't disturb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: I knocked my leg onto smtg two days ago and now my leg got blue-black sia. Painnnnn. Note to self: Be careful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S.S : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GORGEOUS TWIN!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4591806507191080417?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4591806507191080417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4591806507191080417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4591806507191080417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4591806507191080417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4591806507191080417' title='Boy,i ain&apos;t lying'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgliAPQUK5I/AAAAAAAABDY/34LSL9Z6x_Y/s72-c/DSC03233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8311543826549332326</id><published>2009-05-11T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:46:38.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweeeet macam sugarrrrrr'/><title type='text'>You made me strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgfPGaQFKgI/AAAAAAAABDI/_GTmQDCEQVE/s1600-h/P30-12-08_16.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334459992676575746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgfPGaQFKgI/AAAAAAAABDI/_GTmQDCEQVE/s400/P30-12-08_16.01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can this all be just a passing thing or issit real? It feels so surreal that you're here with me,hypothetically of course. It feels great to know that you're aware of my existence.Atleast you know i'm alive and breathing. But it's been only two days you know girl. Slowly la okayyyy. Man man lai:) The feeling that i'm getting whenever my cellphone screen reads "Your name" makes me feel like i'm the happiest girl on the planet! Could this all last? I certainly hope yes. Dear God,please give me a sign and give me enough courage to face all these obstacles. RIGHT NOW,i'm really super duper gembira. Thanks to you,McDreamy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8311543826549332326?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8311543826549332326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8311543826549332326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8311543826549332326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8311543826549332326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8311543826549332326' title='You made me strong.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgfPGaQFKgI/AAAAAAAABDI/_GTmQDCEQVE/s72-c/P30-12-08_16.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4917055687880669511</id><published>2009-05-10T15:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:10:12.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mother&apos;s love.'/><title type='text'>I miss who i really was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was another meet up with Aunty and the two little boys! This time with Kak Idah:) Main intention was to makan at Seoul Garden but manyy people la oii and our stomach were already grumbling! So we eventually ate at Banquet and bought tix to catch a movie,"Jangan Tegur". My very first time watching a horror flick with those monkeys. The movie was okay. Some part i did jumped up from my seat ehhh! Baikkkkk. And thanks a bunch to those two makciks sitting behind me who spoiled some parts of the movie. Da tengok tu tak perlu kecohhh ehhh! BOO YOUUUU. Ha-ha. We split with Aunty from there and we mrt-ed home. I'm a super duper happy girl right nowwwwwww. Happy Mother's Day to all mothers out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Mummy i hope you love the card and earrings me and Leeya bought you. I love you VERRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY MUCCCCCCCCHH!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4917055687880669511?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4917055687880669511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4917055687880669511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4917055687880669511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4917055687880669511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4917055687880669511' title='I miss who i really was.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-8850509254052207030</id><published>2009-05-09T12:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:11:40.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy is the greatest.'/><title type='text'>Your system overloads again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgUExl8WbSI/AAAAAAAABC8/b4TyNzgOm_0/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333674583735561506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgUExl8WbSI/AAAAAAAABC8/b4TyNzgOm_0/s400/DSC03190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I THINK I'M IN LOVE..... with Christopher Lee! Yes. Fann Wong's Christopher Lee. I watched "The Wedding Game" on dvd with Leah last night and OMFFFGGGGGGGG i love his face,i love his kinkyness and all but most importantly i love his friggin hot bodyyyyyyy! Whoooooooo~ I'm going hyper already. &lt;s&gt;Today might be a big day afterall.If we're fated to meet we will. Have faith,Fira. Insya'Allah. &lt;/s&gt;Today might not happen afterall:(:(:(:( I'm unimaginably sad right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh just in case i don't have time to blog tmr,i wanna wish all mothers out there a VERY HAPPY MOTHER' S DAY! Here's something i wrote specially for my beautiful mummy-the person who's been with me through thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mummy-my mum,my hero,my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're the greatest person in my world,without a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;without you, i wouldn't even exist today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you brought me into this world,with great pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;your face was the first i recognized upon reaching this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you gave me love,you gave me hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;most imptly you gave me life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;without you,i wouldn't be where i am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for all the hardship and pain you had to go through to bring me into this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for all the sacrifices you made to raise your children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for all the tears i made you cry with my problems that soon became yours too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for all the hurt that i caused you when i raised my voice at you sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for all the girltalks we had whenever we go out on "dates",those moments were irreplaceable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for all the love you showered me with since July 1991,the love i can never put in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerely from the bottom of my heart,I love you Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-8850509254052207030?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/8850509254052207030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=8850509254052207030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8850509254052207030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/8850509254052207030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#8850509254052207030' title='Your system overloads again.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgUExl8WbSI/AAAAAAAABC8/b4TyNzgOm_0/s72-c/DSC03190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2025441985084584735</id><published>2009-05-08T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:22:29.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag tag tag tag.'/><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgQjWHCfqQI/AAAAAAAABC0/zQ2o8xFA9ZM/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333426721467115778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgQjWHCfqQI/AAAAAAAABC0/zQ2o8xFA9ZM/s400/black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;all black&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry bout the camera quality.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Okay so here i am back on blogger. I figured i might reach out to all you readers better here. This few months have been pretty okay. Nothing interesting. No new boyfriend,no new nothing. HAHAHA okay wait. I did make a new friend. Mister Ykid:)! We vowed to be bestfriends when school start. Kankankan? Huhu^^ See how laa. Skali see mat saleh girl already he forgot me. LOL kidding ajee. He's been making me smile everyday. Never fails to make me laugh one. Thankss ehh misterr. A big piece of my heart goes out to you:) Anyways,ive been designing notebooks for my sister's friends to make some $$ before school.So far i've made about 6 of these notebooks . Do tag here if any of you are interested in making orders! But mind you,it's gonna take sometime for me to design them cause i do them all manually. Each design is unique and if you have any requests for me to design on your notebook,i will personalise them for you. Each notebook is $5 but each design varies so i'll have to charge accordingly. So tagggggggg if you're interested:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2025441985084584735?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2025441985084584735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2025441985084584735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2025441985084584735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2025441985084584735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2025441985084584735' title='New.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/SgQjWHCfqQI/AAAAAAAABC0/zQ2o8xFA9ZM/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6868925564438882428</id><published>2009-05-03T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:23:26.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Famous last words.</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,I will not be back here but i'll still reply tags ,so flood my tagboard! Maybe i will be setting up a new public blog. Maybe. Depends on the number of readers i have :) So if you are a dedicated reader of this blog,tag the board pls. I need to know how the demand is like before i decide to make a new page. Thanks. Alright takecare all you sweet people.

Love,
Arara ecka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6868925564438882428?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6868925564438882428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6868925564438882428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6868925564438882428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6868925564438882428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6868925564438882428' title='Famous last words.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-335720705713380143</id><published>2009-04-16T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:32:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since i'm not coming back here,ya'll can find me on wordpress in the mean time-for those few close ones who know my wordpress site . Ask me for it in msn. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-335720705713380143?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/335720705713380143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=335720705713380143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/335720705713380143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/335720705713380143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#335720705713380143' title='Take note'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-602791562015634758</id><published>2009-04-15T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:00:18.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of blogger.'/><title type='text'>End.</title><content type='html'>Blogger isn't fun anymore. I'm ditching blogger,for something better. I will be MIA for some time. Find me kay? Cos i seriously am done with blogger.I'm not coming back,ever. Goodbye.

With Love,
Arara ecka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-602791562015634758?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/602791562015634758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=602791562015634758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/602791562015634758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/602791562015634758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#602791562015634758' title='End.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4486770740157737518</id><published>2009-04-10T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:45:56.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re so full of bullshit.'/><title type='text'>If Everything Is Going Your Way, Expect Shitstorms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd7QtFnXBdI/AAAAAAAABCI/IlvOZyBCqyY/s1600-h/love!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322921282618459602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd7QtFnXBdI/AAAAAAAABCI/IlvOZyBCqyY/s400/love!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I miss camwhore-ing.&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I was just browsing through this webpage when i came across this quote,"You can't rely on other people to make you happy". I guess that's true,in some ways or so. It depends on each individual to make oneself happy. Cos right now,i'm sick of bottling my feelings up. I'm sick and tired of pretending i'm fine when i'm actually not. I'm sick of making everybody else happy when i feel like shit inside. This intense feeling i'm experiencing inside me is stoking with every passing day.I'm really at my wits' end. I feel like everything i do is gonna impinge on everyone. Like,it's gonna affect everybody. It's as if every little move i make,i'm being watched over from a giant magnifying glass. When can i stop all this ? When can i put myself above others {for once} and be happy. Like,really really happy? Now,i feel like i'm suffocating. My windpipes are rapidly closing. There isn't enough air for me to breathe in anymore. I feel like i'm dying gradually,hypothetically. Crying isnt healthy at all. I know. But i figured that it does help the process alil. It's the only way i'm able to express myself. Cos now,nobody understands me. You may think you're well-informed about me but face up to reality,YOU JUST DONT. Don't even try. Cos you'll end up disappointed. All this while ive been faking a smiling facade cos i didn't want to worry anyone especially mummy but i really can't take it anymore. It is time to distinguish the fact from fiction. The truth shall set you free,girl. I really need a break. A long one. I will be back. Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4486770740157737518?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4486770740157737518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4486770740157737518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4486770740157737518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4486770740157737518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4486770740157737518' title='If Everything Is Going Your Way, Expect Shitstorms.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd7QtFnXBdI/AAAAAAAABCI/IlvOZyBCqyY/s72-c/love!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-7017548675739308955</id><published>2009-04-09T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:22:57.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':-l'/><title type='text'>Sudden moodswings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd2T7oIlfPI/AAAAAAAABCA/bG5BnGmMYno/s1600-h/RADIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322572987216788722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd2T7oIlfPI/AAAAAAAABCA/bG5BnGmMYno/s400/RADIN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;My dardardarlingling.&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd2Nhi-WD7I/AAAAAAAABB4/N5E_jyB9N7E/s1600-h/TREE.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322565942085291954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd2Nhi-WD7I/AAAAAAAABB4/N5E_jyB9N7E/s400/TREE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;I like this picture above. Just looking at it gives me a sense of feeling at peace of mind and heart. I have to admit that i've not been at peace at all these days. Instead,i've been rather moody.That also explains why i haven't been updating this site for days. I am the only one who knows why but i'm still not ready to give an explanation to &lt;strong&gt;anybody&lt;/strong&gt;. I'd just like to keep this between me,myself and i. My privacy,please. Putting that all aside,i had superduper fun with my girls and their bfs yesterday. I wasn't really feeling 100% hyper though. Let's just say it wasn't one of my best days. But still,i had to fake my smiles and laughter for their sake :) We caught a movie,"Coming Soon". My first ever horror movie this year. I love to watch horror movies but let's just put it that me and horror movies aren't sucha good combo kay. Now,laugh. HAHA. Before i forget,i would like to post a BIG shout-out to my darling,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Radin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Nura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fiqah&lt;/span&gt;,wishing her a blissful 16th birthday! I hope everything turns out great for you and thanks for always being there when i needa shoulder to cry on. You're my happy pill,really. I love you babe:D On another note,this boy ive known since 2007 is seriously pissin' me. We've known each other for 2 years and you're seriously asking me wether i know you?!! WTF. Yeh,that's really mature. Cmon,get a life ,dirtbag.That ends my post for today. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-7017548675739308955?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/7017548675739308955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=7017548675739308955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7017548675739308955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/7017548675739308955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#7017548675739308955' title='Sudden moodswings.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sd2T7oIlfPI/AAAAAAAABCA/bG5BnGmMYno/s72-c/RADIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-626147538062924642</id><published>2009-04-05T13:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:13:01.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballads of love.'/><title type='text'>2 o clock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today i got up pretty early,at 10am.Showered,got dressed in a jiffy and went to the market with mom when it started raining. I didnt even manage to comb my hair and it looked horrific,i swear. On the way back,bumped into Wank,Bulu,An,Burn,Alep. Baek ah. Myhair already like what sia. They salam-ed mom and Burn looked so happy cos mom remembered him,lol. Happy eh jack. I havent seen them since last year??? lame sia. Haha kinda miss them la. Dear rain,please stop raining. That was random. I'm prolly gonna fix my own lunch now. I'm thinking,black pepper beef udon? Yeah! Okay,takecare and have a wet sunday readers. lol that sounded wrong. I mean,have a nice cold sunday!&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So perhaps you and i are wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We are not one,but two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;we do not love,we lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it will not lasy,i'll lose-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"i know",your eyes sing to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"that i love you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i am silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and i stare into your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that rests on my wrist ever so gently-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it almost reminds me of your hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i know i love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Rachel Weiner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-626147538062924642?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/626147538062924642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=626147538062924642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/626147538062924642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/626147538062924642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#626147538062924642' title='2 o clock.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6004295578261581179</id><published>2009-04-03T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:36:42.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milk tea.'/><title type='text'>Topsy-turvy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reason for the change of blogskin is because this miang gerl was browsing thru her blogger page when she accidentally deleted all her blog things. Power kan. Due to that,i lost most of my links:( Binget gile babi siaaaaaaa~ So please drop your links if your here alrighttt.Thanks! I shall blog a proper post whenever i feel like it. Okay,that sounded real bitchy. I meant to say,i will post a longer post if there's anything interesting in my life:) Chiow~Oh and for the record,Mister HP stands for handphone,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hazwan power eh. Hahaha silly gila boy. lol i miss you okay. Bye. I feel like having my hot chocolate drink now. BYEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6004295578261581179?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6004295578261581179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6004295578261581179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6004295578261581179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6004295578261581179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6004295578261581179' title='Topsy-turvy.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-751165101944412339</id><published>2009-04-02T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:43:32.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never mind me.'/><title type='text'>I’m trying to figure out what you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm back,for a short while. I have a couple of thank you-s and sorry-s to post. First up,a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; sorry to &lt;strong&gt;mister H&lt;/strong&gt; for not being able to find my previous blogskin that you liked:( Sorry. I really did try my best though. Sorry to&lt;strong&gt; Sue&lt;/strong&gt; for texting you three nights ago and left you in the lurch w/o a valid reason.I miss you baby. Okay,the sorry part is done. Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Farah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Danny&lt;/strong&gt; for the shout-out at your blog:) So sweeeeettt!Appreciate it banyak-banyak eh. Saya miss korang-korang all. And yes,we'll meet up soon-ish? Okay setttttttt. Thank you to Mustafa for 'fooling' me yesterday though i dint really got fooled. Hahah,you fool. Okay,that's all i have to blog about today. I'll be out and about today. Whee~Takecare and God bless:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-751165101944412339?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/751165101944412339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=751165101944412339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/751165101944412339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/751165101944412339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#751165101944412339' title='I’m trying to figure out what you are.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-3353239078869570784</id><published>2009-04-01T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:47:08.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It will be worth the wait.'/><title type='text'>Brand new thing.</title><content type='html'>New cellphone.New month. New attitude. New perception of life. Hopefully,things will get better soon. Insya'Allah.I'm happy things are okay between us now.Alhamdulillah. I will be back,soon. Count on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3353239078869570784?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3353239078869570784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3353239078869570784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3353239078869570784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3353239078869570784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3353239078869570784' title='Brand new thing.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-3318757104258762950</id><published>2009-03-31T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:16:41.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"If i start to cry today,i'll just let the tears come.It is okay to cry,even if i don't know why."-Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;

I seriously don't know whats going on in this brain of mine. It feels as it the whole world's burden is on my shoulders.I feel like i'm falling apart,very fast. My head feels like exploding. I wear my heart on my sleeve so going out is a big no-no during this crucial time but staying at home makes me feel even sddfgreyeuwh.So even if i go out,i'll look like *OMG* I don't wanna see anyone,talk to anyone or have anything to do with anyone right at this instant. Sorry to all. Really,i am sincerely sorry. I myself don't know what's wrong with me so dont bother asking cos the answer is and will be the same,"I dont know". I thought i was okay yesterday but i was wrong. Very wrong. Sorry to Mister Shuaige for making you worried and all with my shiznits,trust me i'll be okay,soon enough. I will text you when i feel better and not so sucky. Sorry to Alfa for the short phonecall yesterday night. Sorry sorry sorry. I will be back in a couple of days. I just need time to pick myself up together. Takecare all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-3318757104258762950?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/3318757104258762950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=3318757104258762950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3318757104258762950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/3318757104258762950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#3318757104258762950' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6232042134445025024</id><published>2009-03-30T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:57:05.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your personality&apos;s infectious.'/><title type='text'>Something to cheer me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="retro Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k106/fearthemonsterkane/retro.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got just what i needed today. My girlfriends to perk me up :D! Left home round 2 and bussed to JP. I was a teeny bit late. I have the bloody late bus to blame. Sheesh. Met up with Suzie then left for Banquet. {Suzie,i hope you like the present i gave you!}Chatted and ate with Suzie then headed to Isya's workplace then we walk walk to survey survey for Isya's fone.Then they two ah,keep kacau-ing me sia.Suzie claims that LG stands for &lt;strong&gt;Lousy Gadget&lt;/strong&gt;. WTH.My fone is LG okay. I like mrajok already sia. Hahahah then ah Isya like this onefone then she asked me to ask the promoter for the price then i was like,"Ah ape? LG lousy gadget pe." Hahahah. But ah,i have to admit jugak ah,LG fone memang sucks.Sumpah.Mintak kene buang siak.Putting everything aside,i had fun today. Tonnes of it:) Thanks Suzie,Isya. Sayang you both! Kisskiss:):):)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6232042134445025024?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6232042134445025024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6232042134445025024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6232042134445025024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6232042134445025024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6232042134445025024' title='Something to cheer me up.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-1150436604976669159</id><published>2009-03-29T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:18:38.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='?'/><title type='text'>:(dont even ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was such a &amp;amp;#^%@!)!! day. I dont think it's just me being gile babi punye prangai okay. Got up at 9oclock and showered at aroung 10plus. So semangat already sia. Why? Cos i die die wanted to meet Fahrenheit(again) at IMM. Left home at 11 and arrived IMM at twelve. Was happy cos there werent many people. Then somebody prangai,last minute sia. I got fucked up then decided to head home instead ah. No Fahrenheit today:( But nvm i wasnt really into it anyway. MRT-ed to JP and i bought some stuffs. Headed home after that looking like -___-#. I guess i brought all this upon myself. I have nobody else to blame except myself. ME ME ME. Selfish me. Ugh,okay bye. I shall post a proper post when im not in sucha bitchy attitude. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-1150436604976669159?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/1150436604976669159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=1150436604976669159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1150436604976669159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/1150436604976669159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#1150436604976669159' title=':(dont even ask'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4262244741392660303</id><published>2009-03-28T21:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:06:59.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit feeling go away.'/><title type='text'>Unexplainable *#^#%!&amp;!@#*$ feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/life%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="quote Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk189/Rkstargraphics/Quotes/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;


This was how i felt at 245am yesterday,well today actually. I just cant get myself to sleep. I'm in deep thoughts.Thing is,this something has been bothering me all week. Just the thought of it makes me shiver. It's been 125days since it happened and it's safe to say i'm 99 percent over YOU. The other 1 percent still needs a little bit of time. I need time to adjust. Things will never change and i'm happy we're still acquaintances :) But the main thing now is,when can i upgrade myself? When will i be ready to start afresh with another? Whatever happened to the Fira who deemed unimaginable to live without someone to call a boyfriend? I guess it's true what Mustafa said when i told him i wanted to remain single. He said,"You sure anot? This isn't the Fira i know." I guess it's true. Ive changed in many ways i can't explain myself. It's not my fault. This is nature. I feel ive maturised more now. I am more mature now. I'm happy..i think. I miss every single tiny thing about having aboyfriend but still i'm not ready for a new relationship with anyone just yet. Also,i'm proving all those people wrong when they say i'm incapable of being independent cos i AM more independent than i've ever been.Why am i afraid of commitments now?125days and i'm still not ready. When will i ever be? The clock's ticking every single second and who knows? I might not have sufficient time left in this world. Why can't i commit myself to someone like i used to? What am i really afraid of? What's holding me back? I can't even answer my own questions,let alone anyone. Sometimes i even wonder,will i ever get hitched in the long run? Will i give my heart,body and soul forever to someone willingly,till death do us part? I haven't got a clue. I miss that "on top of the world"kinda feeling when your with someone whom you love. I guess i've never really been that in love before. All those past relationships must've been puppy love cos if it was true love,we'd never be apart.I treasure each and every past relationship i had majority ended pretty well,i must say. Still great friends after every obstacle cos both parties know there's plenty of fishes in the sea. Sometimes when i think back and reminisce bout my past relationships,i learn to laugh to myself thinking abt those silly times i had-from sweaty palms to bus rides home and i smile,knowing that they'll always be in my heart and in my prayers everyday. How do you know for sure your in love?What? Do you just know? what if,i don't know i'm in love? You can't sleep,thinking all night about his/her pretty/handsome face?Whenever you eat,you don't feel full?Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Honestly,i think all that's total bull. I don't really believe the "love at first sight" thing,more like "lust at first sight" okay! You see someone bloody hot and your heart melts like ice on a hot pan and right in that instant,you wanna go up to him/her and snog that person. Now then i realise i've never really been in love and i still think i'm too young to be in love. Maybe time will tell.My mind's in a turmoil right now. I'm not emo-ing,just expressing. I'm just really angry,sad at myself at the moment.My head's in a cotton candy mess now. P-A-T-I-E-N-C-E is the key,like i always said. Please leave me alone for the time being. I need time to think. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4262244741392660303?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4262244741392660303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4262244741392660303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4262244741392660303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4262244741392660303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4262244741392660303' title='Unexplainable *#^#%!&amp;!@#*$ feeling.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk189/Rkstargraphics/Quotes/th_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2729005665650004711</id><published>2009-03-28T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:18:45.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the bottom of my heart.'/><title type='text'>THANKYOU&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a thankyou note for all who've been behind me since day one,thankyou for your support,love and encouragement. I wouldn't be where i am today if it weren't for any of you. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I love each and every one of you,without a single doubt.Oh and i shall reply your tags here:) Thanks for those who tagged.

&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Syirahfaive:I shall link you asap,comel. Hahah,where got hawt,you then hawt la:)Thanks!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ArinaPETOM: Xiexie babe:D!
Sherrynaah:Thanks thanks! Will do:)
Atira: Wheee,terima kasih jambu:) Appreciate it banyak-banyak.
PETERidhwanZ:Hahah,thank you eh. You also,Shatec seh budak tuu.
Syaqq: HAAH! Yesss,yaynessss.Thank you prettaye. Nothing is better than pink babe!:D
Baky: Yes bby. Thanks ayye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2729005665650004711?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2729005665650004711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2729005665650004711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2729005665650004711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2729005665650004711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2729005665650004711' title='THANKYOU&lt;3'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-9027743783867266761</id><published>2009-03-26T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:41:16.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re like the lyrics to my song.'/><title type='text'>What's right in front.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/song%20lyric" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Song Lyrics Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii153/playette467/icons/thBEST-LYRIC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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First and foremost,i have to congratulate myself for getting my ass to NAFA :) Alhamdulillah. All my efforts have finally paid off. I've already promised myself and mummy that i will do whatever it takes left in me to do well and make her proud. Im really so contented. When Aunty broke the news to me in front of mister shuaige yesterday,i almost wept! Tsk. HAPPY BABE! Thanks to a big bunch of people who've been cheering me on and praying for me. I can't possibly list them all here but i'll just name out afew. A big THANKYOU to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hazwan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mud&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mars&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Atira&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eyya&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Maira&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry if i didnt mention you,but just know that each and every one of ya'll are in my prayers everyday. I will never forget my friends,i swear. I love each and every one of you many many! Today was another great day. Lunched with mummy at Delifrance and i ate Mushroom spaghetti with chicken chipolata. YUMMY TO THE MAX! &gt;&lt; Then walk walk around JP and i bought an organiser for myself for $22. Quite a bargain right? And the colour,tak payah tanye la hor. Guess it yourself. If you really dont know then it's safe to say you dont really know me. Eh Syaq? HAHAHA(!) I can't wait for school. 3 more bloody months to go! Patience fira. TMR i hafta go NAFA with mummy to collect the letter and the registration stuffs.Okay,im off to have my dinner now.Chiow. Selamat Malam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-9027743783867266761?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/9027743783867266761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=9027743783867266761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/9027743783867266761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/9027743783867266761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#9027743783867266761' title='What&apos;s right in front.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii153/playette467/icons/th_thBEST-LYRIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-4646190255399028609</id><published>2009-03-25T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:42:28.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just like dejavu me standing here with you.'/><title type='text'>Awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScpCGNSk0QI/AAAAAAAABBw/_8Dk90K4WUg/s1600-h/KAWAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317134984478511362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScpCGNSk0QI/AAAAAAAABBw/_8Dk90K4WUg/s400/KAWAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A really short post for today. I just wanna say i had fun fun fun today. I know you did too,lol. Also ya'll should totally check out Confessions of a shopaholic. It's a killer funny one:) I came across the peekture above at Nadeya's profile and omggggay i look so different sia. -___- HAH! I miss art lessons in school. While the others are busy chiong-ing for art,we slack and gossip gossip only. HAAH! lol. Great times. Today was sucha fantastic day. A piece of good news really made me a happy girl :) Alhamdulillah. My prayers are answered,finally. Okay,i hafta hit the sheets now. I'm waaay too tired now. Goodnight and sweetdreams,living things:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-4646190255399028609?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/4646190255399028609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=4646190255399028609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4646190255399028609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/4646190255399028609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#4646190255399028609' title='Awesome.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScpCGNSk0QI/AAAAAAAABBw/_8Dk90K4WUg/s72-c/KAWAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-74746559811309060</id><published>2009-03-24T18:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:42:42.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You always get me through the day.'/><title type='text'>They tell you i'm difficult,but so are they.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/roxygurl_nikki11/QUOTES%20N%20STUFF/be3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was fun. Though i dint really talk most of the time. Gawd,i never thought i was so quiet. Dannng,what happened to the bubbly chick 3 years ago? Well,i guess its safe to say ive grown up without actually realising it :) move over little miss becok,welcome little miss reserved. Sometimes even i get agitated as to how bloody quiet i can really be. Gaah,you'll just hafta go out with me to know how quiet i really am :) Sheesh. I guess TMR will be a killer. I'd be dead silent,i bet. Please don't mind me. I need time to adjust. Alotalotalotalot of time ah. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. Okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-74746559811309060?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/74746559811309060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=74746559811309060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/74746559811309060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/74746559811309060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#74746559811309060' title='They tell you i&apos;m difficult,but so are they.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m39/roxygurl_nikki11/QUOTES%20N%20STUFF/th_be3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6879433516108849759</id><published>2009-03-23T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:48:02.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tough stuff.'/><title type='text'>Keep holding on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScdJhl9-KbI/AAAAAAAABBY/j8NGoYfuoJk/s1600-h/FL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316298726610708914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScdJhl9-KbI/AAAAAAAABBY/j8NGoYfuoJk/s400/FL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember many years ago when we were little kids,how we used to play together everyday? It seems like yesterday-the childhood world of clowns  and cotton candy and sunny days that never seemed to end. When we played hide and seek from four o'clock till dusk. Then sat outside on someone's stoop and listened to the crickets and slapped away mosquitoes and talked about our dreams and what we'd do when we grew up,till our mothers called us in. But those days passed by furtively. And we grew up,as children do. Until we reached a day when we assumed that we were too grown-up  to play amidst the trees on summer nights. And when i see you now,you've changed in ways i can't explain.You're like a rose that blooms before time. And falls to the February frost. And i long once more,for the summer days when i stood by your porch and banged on your door. Won't you come out and play again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Amanda Dykstra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss being a kid. Young and innocent,without a worry in the world. I don't wanna grow up:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being an adult's tough job.This is justa random post. Go&lt;/span&gt;odbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6879433516108849759?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6879433516108849759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6879433516108849759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6879433516108849759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6879433516108849759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6879433516108849759' title='Keep holding on.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScdJhl9-KbI/AAAAAAAABBY/j8NGoYfuoJk/s72-c/FL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-6340841493724589116</id><published>2009-03-22T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:04:03.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you gila.'/><title type='text'>Me minus you wouldn't make much sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScXbIr4VdwI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VCdKDHIzs64/s1600-h/firaliya..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315895877445187330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScXbIr4VdwI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VCdKDHIzs64/s400/firaliya..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heyheyhey im back after being MIA for like four days straight. Ive been either lazy or busy. I think it's more on the first one lah. HAHA! I just accepted like 10 people on my facebook page. Phewww! Tired already. Gaah. I was watching The Hills marathon on mtv the whole afternoon. Ok now,i really like Audrina. She's really jambu. Wheeeee~ Anyways the past few days have been hectic much. Been out and such. And you should really change your perangai,Fira. Ugh,no more repeats of the other day. Please eh.Oh and in case i dont update my blog,please support Earth by participating for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Earth Hour on 28th March @ 8pm&lt;/span&gt; by switching off all your electricity for ONE HOUR. Please support. Gaaah. My head's really spinning now thanks to a friend who asked me to do this brain-racking survey on facebook. Sheesh.PENING! Imma prolly go rest now. I shall leave blogger with something i wrote two nights ago.
&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way you make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant formulate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see the intensity through your dreamy eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being loved by you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel fortunate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel for you boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos the heart never lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life without you is now unimaginable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Theres something in you thats intangible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now im sitting by my window,thinking of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wouldnt know where i'd be at&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If it weren't for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-6340841493724589116?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/6340841493724589116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=6340841493724589116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6340841493724589116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/6340841493724589116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#6340841493724589116' title='Me minus you wouldn&apos;t make much sense.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/ScXbIr4VdwI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VCdKDHIzs64/s72-c/firaliya..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-5469265794542155546</id><published>2009-03-18T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:44:40.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The magic starts when your eyes meet mine.'/><title type='text'>Just what i needed-Y.O.U</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s89.photobucket.com/albums/k209/aliyafarissa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LOVE112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k209/aliyafarissa/LOVE112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear online diary,yesterday was superrrrr gerek(!) Outing with mister shuaige and family(w/o papa) was fun! Watched "Race to Witch Mountain" but it was just average:) After the movie,mrt-ed to Jeast then walked to IMM. Had lunch at "Secret Recipe". YUMMY! Apparently the people there were -____- but kinda funny though. HAHA. Lunch was my favourite part of yesterday's outing. After lunch,we walked around IMM then went to grocery shop at Giant. And thankyousomuch my sayang boy for helping Ma out with the groceries:) Awww,then we cabbed back home. All in all,i had a great day yesterday. I'll be accompanying mummy to her school later to drop off her assignments. Other than that,i guess today'll just be a 'stay at home and slack' kinda day. Tmr will be yet another outing i'm looking forward to! Most prolly we'll be meeting with mummy's BFF,Aunt Rose and her 3 year old god-son whom ive been missing tonnes! Can't wait for that. I will so bite his cheek. Fo sho! Alright,imma end off today's post with a random poem.
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep me in your prayers everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'll guide you along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i'll have to go someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'll have to go your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't ever say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause i'll be in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching you somewhere far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the deep blue sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: I'm loving where i'm at right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-5469265794542155546?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/5469265794542155546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=5469265794542155546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5469265794542155546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/5469265794542155546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#5469265794542155546' title='Just what i needed-Y.O.U'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076982484868121457.post-2340445613877307186</id><published>2009-03-16T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:19:28.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You make my heart skip a beat.'/><title type='text'>Be my best kept secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sb5AFI8Q6eI/AAAAAAAABBI/HfJR-_WMe5Q/s1600-h/ARA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313755067387537890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sb5AFI8Q6eI/AAAAAAAABBI/HfJR-_WMe5Q/s400/ARA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day: Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singing to: I will be-Leona Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Dear online-diary,today got up at eleven plus. Scrambled eggs for breakfast. Mtv-ed for abit then mummy decided to go to Bukit Batok to get her stuffs:) Got dressed and mrt-ed to bukit batok. Had lunch at BK and i had my usual favourite,Mushroom Swiss Burger:) YUMMY! Mummy then went off to get her stuffs and left Ben and Liya with me. We walk walk around Westmall for abit when some mats came and disturb us. Double Eww.Sorry not interested,kay bye. I got a couple of essential stuffs today. Bought my eyeliner and such. Ouh! I also bought this notebook with Wu Zun's picture on the cover! Gaaaah^^ *drools* H-O-T! This one not essentials ah Fira,nonsense only . But i'm really happy i got it okay. After that,we went to JP and i got my peach yogurt @ Yami Yogurt. Niiiiiiice~ I also got 2 tanktops today:) I'm a real happy girl today. No more stomach cramps and my appetite's back baby(!) Eat eat eat but still the same -___- I also bought my third twilight book,Eclipse,two days ago but i'm only at page twenty-eight(i think,its just my guesstimation) YEAAAAY! Sorry i havent been updating with a proper post,ive just been real busy with stuffs:) I miss alot of people at the moment: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sue,Atira,Radin,Eyya,Maira,Farah,Analee&lt;/span&gt;. If ya'll are reading this,your girl misses you! Also,i miss this budak very much ah,but i think he knows very well who he is. Hahahaha. I can't wait for TMR. I hope you are too. Okay,i'm going off now gotta go help my mum fix dinner. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;xx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076982484868121457-2340445613877307186?l=ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/feeds/2340445613877307186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1076982484868121457&amp;postID=2340445613877307186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2340445613877307186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076982484868121457/posts/default/2340445613877307186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninestarsfalling.blogspot.com/index.html#2340445613877307186' title='Be my best kept secret.'/><author><name>Arara Ecka.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017168735528648921</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/_nVlHs4a4itU/SjI0towz-JI/AAAAAAAABJo/WuB0sTsln6o/S220/DSC03380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVlHs4a4itU/Sb5AFI8Q6eI/AAAAAAAABBI/HfJR-_WMe5Q/s72-c/ARA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
