<?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-8059028565018841534</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:36:05.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My messed up teenage life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-3807274424128794077</id><published>2009-08-18T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:55:48.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned,</title><content type='html'>Just for your info, I'm abandoning this blog. So many things I don't want to remember. Making a new bloggie. Just wait for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-3807274424128794077?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3807274424128794077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/08/abandoned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3807274424128794077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3807274424128794077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/08/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-7291864197006884594</id><published>2009-07-29T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:17:24.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The days I wish I could go back to,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I didnt go to school today, had a fever this morning and lastnight. The Doctor bagi MC sampai hari ni anyway. I was so bored today, I went searching for my old friendster account. Hahahaha, tak jumpa, but I found all my friends punya. Iman, Neesha, Dora, Anis, Qyla, Piqa. Hahahah, hilarious I swear. Don't laugh, but I almost cried looking at their pictures. Most of them were private, but Piqa's wasn't. I miss those times, when we were so close. Tengok gambar masa standard six. Haha, comel gila. OH and I found Falisha's friendster. Ohmygod, Falisha. I miss you. Hahah, oh and ada gambar Wani. Remember Syazwani? Dayyym. Haha. I think standard six was the best year ever. Don't you guys think so? Oh and ada this one picture I jumpa yang me, Qyla, Iman and Neesha. We slept over at Neesha's and tengok that cerita hantu and the day after we had the CBN 2 Dinner or something. I don't think I'm gonna post the pictures. I wanna keep them for myself :D Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-7291864197006884594?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7291864197006884594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7291864197006884594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7291864197006884594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-down-memory-lane.html' title='The days I wish I could go back to,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-4525947599321423163</id><published>2009-07-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:21:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right here, right now,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick today, since Saturday actually. I went to the doctors lastnight and dia suruh cuti sampai Wednesday. But I think I'm a bit better. So I'll go tomorrow. I'm tired, I wanna go rest. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-4525947599321423163?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4525947599321423163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-wont-be-about-my-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4525947599321423163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4525947599321423163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-wont-be-about-my-personal.html' title='Right here, right now,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-8519847981718827262</id><published>2009-07-16T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:12:34.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego bastard,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I cry about you too much. Tell me this isn't happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-8519847981718827262?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8519847981718827262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/ego-bastard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/8519847981718827262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/8519847981718827262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/ego-bastard.html' title='Ego bastard,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-553865996872334453</id><published>2009-07-07T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:25:35.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like this,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd July 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/Farahs067-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This budak gedik is MIIIINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;FOUR MONTHS SAYANG YEAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its been a looooong time, padahal four months je. Haha, it's okay. We'll get there soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5th of July 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby Iman's Birthday. Happy Belated Birthday saaaayang. I love youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ON THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6th of July 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B sayaaang, I'm sorry you didn't get my birthday message. Sumpah I hantar kat number 017. I didn't know you weren't using it anymore. Anyway, I'm sorry I couldn't make it last Saturday night. You know I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-553865996872334453?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/553865996872334453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/553865996872334453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/553865996872334453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-like-this.html' title='Love like this,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-8483965800570935254</id><published>2009-07-07T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:13:21.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One way or another,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th and 5th of July 2009; &lt;/span&gt;Cheercomp's tenth Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Xavier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Although you guys didn't win anything, you guys were still great :) Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8059028565018841534-8483965800570935254?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8483965800570935254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-way-or-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/8483965800570935254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/8483965800570935254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-way-or-another.html' title='One way or another,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-1971249531453722502</id><published>2009-06-21T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:03:29.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have it your way,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imran said ignore her. Fine, ignoring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-1971249531453722502?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1971249531453722502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-it-your-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/1971249531453722502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/1971249531453722502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-it-your-way.html' title='Have it your way,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-4689882203649012362</id><published>2009-06-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:16:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen up,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for you. Just accept the fact that he doesn't want you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dah dah la tu betina. Aku dah penat la layan kerenah kau. Mentang mentang kau lagi tua daripada aku. Kau tak ada hak nak maki maki aku. Aku tak buat salah langsung kat kau. Kau jangan fikir kau baik sangat. In this situation, you're the only one at fault. The Imran Haqem I know will not lie to me. He loves me, I know he does. You just want to tear us apart. But sorry, too late. Kau fikir kau buat ni semua dia akan sayang kau balik? Jangan harap lah. Harap muka je baik, pakai tudung semua, perangai? Hm, macam apa tah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna talk shit about me? I don't fucking care. Your friends wanna hate me? Hate me all you want. Listen to what I have to say. Can't you go a day without lying about what happened that night? Berani sumpah? Come on, stop crapping. I know it's not true. You do this to me, sumpah demi Allah someone will do it 10 times worst to you. I'm not praying, sumpah tak. Just think about it. I end this here. I never want to talk about you here again. Piss off, and I hope you're happy. Challo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-4689882203649012362?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4689882203649012362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/listen-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4689882203649012362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4689882203649012362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/listen-up.html' title='Listen up,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-5318563375100901152</id><published>2009-06-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:58:04.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satacinyangnatsumika,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I know how you feel when I write about someone else. I'm sorry. You know I won't do it anymore, InsyaAllah. There is nothing more important than you. Now, it's gonna be all about you. It has always been about you anyway.  I think I know everything about you. Haha, we spend so much time together, I think I even know how many strands of hair you have under your armpits. HAHAH, aren't I adorable? Hihi.I know this may sound like crap, but hey, you complete me. I know I know, you've heard this so many times, but I don't know how to describe my feelings towards you. Yeah, that sounds like crap too. Haha, but I mean it. I never thought I could do it again, you know, have real feelings towards someone. But you made it impossible to not have feelings towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It's so hard to go a day without you by my side because I'm too used to seeing you everyday. You're my sunshine in the morning, you're always there no matter what. Everytime we meet, different things happen. Weird words and weirder sounds made up. Haha. I want to be with you 8 days a week, 25 hours a day. Macam mana tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I feel like the Grim Reaper is tearing me apart everytime things between you and me don't go well and like, there's a chance for someone else to be yours when we're not in good terms. I'll try not to cause anymore trouble, I promise. What do I do when you ask to meet up but Mummy doesn't let me? I get all pissed off, even you become one of my victims. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I hate it when you say you're not good enough for me. Because you're too good for me. You're one of the best and you know it. Actually, you are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I love you so sangat Imran Haqem, there is nothing in this world that can compare to you. Even this post can't describe how much I love you. These words are what people usually say, but some don't mean them. I really do, I swear. I miss you. See, one day je tak jumpa, and I think I'm going nuts. What have you done to me? Whatever it is, it's killing me. I wouldn't have anything if I didn't have you. And this journey, Imran Haqem, everything I went through, every fight, every tear, was all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Do you feel the same way? Or are you just playing the fool like everyone else? God, please, I hope he's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Every single word written in this post was written from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I love you and only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-5318563375100901152?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/5318563375100901152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/satacinyangnatsumika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/5318563375100901152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/5318563375100901152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/satacinyangnatsumika.html' title='Satacinyangnatsumika,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-6340985214640987176</id><published>2009-06-15T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:52:01.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My side of THE story,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go, once again crapping about things that don't quite make sense. Right now, I'm the happiest shit on planet earth. Because of you, things went from hell hole to cloud nine. I don't even know HOW to tell you how happy I am. No words can uh, you know, describe it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14 fucking days of pure freedom, &lt;/span&gt;no shit. Mummy wasn't home and the aunties.. they couldn't care less. Most of my time I wasn't at home and I didn't feel a wee bit guilty. You can say I was living my life to the fullest. Why? Because of that someone who recently told me that he was happy too :) Hihi. Somehow, no matter what you do, I easily forgive you. Can't you tell how important you are to me? Shut up and accept the fact that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE 14th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A day to remember, I can say. Wanna know why? Oh god, I just can't wait to let it all out. But.. maybe later. Sit back, relax and enjoy the story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Zaffeq's Mama's kedai dekat dekat dengan Tesco Ampang. Ala, cooooomel je. The food there was good, sumpah. The three of us ate Kuey Teow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was before and after the school holidays -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i581.photobucket.com/albums/ss260/sofiaparkes_96/Copyof2197834835_258f05ffc6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Not any t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;ler though. D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;amnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywaaaayy, after that we headed to Pavilion cause I wanted to get something for my sayang. It was a surprise. He has been the sweetest thing these last few days. The whole cuti sekolah actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's where my story starts ;) Enjoy fellow readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't care, from now on I'm gonna write names. Imran was texting with Quraisya cause he really wanted his watch back. I didn't really mind. I mean, that's all he wanted, right? They agreed to meet up at Pavilion. I said it was okay. When she arrived, we went our separate ways. I went to Zara with Amzar to get those shoes he wanted. Then he called and told me that he and Qusya were gonna watch a movie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;He couldn't say no, God knows why. Maybe because he really wanted the watch back. One wrong move, he won't get it back. And he said cause she already bought the movie tickets. I was pissed enough at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Imran was in the movies with his beloved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ex-girlfriend, &lt;/span&gt;I was waiting outside with is bestfriend thinking of things, GOD, that just made me cry. I called him and told him I was going home and told Amzar to tell him the same thing so that he would come out earlier. But he didn't. After that he called me and asked me to go back there kalau tak, he'll go to my place. I just kept saying no. I waited for him to come out of the movies. I saw them walking together from far. They went to the toilet and Amzar followed. Amzar told Imran I was still there and gave him the shoes I bought. Amzar said he looked really sad :b Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, he didn't even SEE me when they came out. So yeah, I followed from behind again. I called Imran but he didn't pick up. You know what he did? Haha, he looked at his phone, and put it back in his pocket. Yeaaaaaaah. I felt like KILLING him. Literalllllyyyy. How can SHE be more important than ME? Then infront of Esprit, they were talking and suddenly Qusya &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt; him. Like hug his arm in a mengada-ngada way. He didn't balas, yes. But he didn't push her away. Nobody knows how I felt then. I can't explain. I felt like crying, but I didn't and my face felt fucking hot. They stopped infront of Loaf cause I think she was gonna get a cab home. From far they looked like they were arguing. I just felt like running up to her and pushing her to the middle of the road. When she got in the cab, she slammed the car door, really hard. The car didn't move yet, I went up to Imran and slapped him. Damn it felt good. I started shouting at him and I thought she saw me, but she didn't. I asked Imran why was she so pissed. He said cause she wanted him to teman her balik, but he didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just walked away and he started shouting at me. We sat down at the tempat duduk opposite J.W. Marriot. We talked it over, and everything was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what happened in the movies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She extended her hand to him and expected him to hold her hand. But, heh, he gave her popcorn. Then she started touching his hand&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;semua. Stupid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sitting down, I pinjam-ed Amzar's phone. Guess what I did. Heheh, yeap yeap, I called the fucking bitch. I said thanks for the watch. And I asked her if she enjoyed going out with Imran. Then she put down the phone. She started scolding Imran cause she thought it was a plan. It wasn't a plan. But she went overboard. So yeah, Imran pulak cakap it wasn't a plan la. Dia tak tahu I keluar semua. Kononnya terkantoi. Ah mampus, padahal everytime they text each other, I'm there. Whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran and I are fine now. I believe you when you say you love me. I don't care who you wanna go out with, except Qusya, as long as I know you're still mine. I love you so much, I promise I takkan buat lagi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As for you Quraisya Qari, stay away from MY Imran cause he doesn't want you. Dia rimas dengan kau la. Tak payah la terhegeh hegeh nak kat dia. Dia baik baik dengan kau pun sebab apa? Sebab jam tu je. Dia dah dapat dah apa yang dia nak. Kau fikir dia akan layan kau ke? Memang harapan ah dia nak reply message kau. Aku takkan bagi pun. Kau pergi cari jantan sendiri la, betina tak guna. Kutuk la I lagi to my boyfriend. FYI biatch, most of the time it's me whos replying your messages. You're so stupid, there is noting stupider than you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8059028565018841534-6340985214640987176?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6340985214640987176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-side-of-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6340985214640987176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6340985214640987176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-side-of-story.html' title='My side of THE story,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-4451894164067700538</id><published>2009-06-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:51:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months of ups and downs,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.06.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SipHeNh8YXI/AAAAAAAAADk/271Up_9cVsI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SipHeNh8YXI/AAAAAAAAADk/271Up_9cVsI/s320/Copy+of+DSC02032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344162492182192498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, sayang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual, we didn't spend our outing alone. Ada juga kawan-kawan. But it's okay. I guess he likes it better that way :) Whatever. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8059028565018841534-4451894164067700538?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4451894164067700538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-anniversary-sayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4451894164067700538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4451894164067700538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-anniversary-sayang.html' title='3 months of ups and downs,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SipHeNh8YXI/AAAAAAAAADk/271Up_9cVsI/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC02032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-1458169742908109140</id><published>2009-06-05T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:11:38.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, just maybe, things would turn out better,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooove school holidays :D I'm barely at home nowadays. Say what you wanna say, I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, readers. YES YES I love school holidays! I mean, who doesn't kan? Hee, but I love it cause most of the time I'm with my sayang. Well anyway, semalam pergi Redbox with my supergirlfriends :D God, I had so much fun! I think I was hogging the microphone most of the time. I wanna go out lagi! But I don't have money -.- Have to wait till mummy gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya jarang online kan sekarang? Bosaaan. I have better things to do now, I guess. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHE, &lt;/span&gt;is disturbing my life again. She took Imran's watch. Without asking,  without Imran even knowing. That was when they were together. Imran wants it back cause its important to him. So he asked for it la kan. Dia tak nak bagi balik. She said cause its important to him. Because he loves it so much, so she wants it. She said the watch is the only thing yang akan buat diorang jumpa balik or something like that. I know, stupid. Takde laki lain ke nak kacau. Nak jugak kacau boyfriend aku. Kau tak malu ke? Sudah sudah la tu. Dia tak sayang kau la, betina. Now, I really want you to read this, bitch. Yeah, maybe I'm not as good as you. Tak pakai tudung. Yes, I pakai shorts, nampak cleavage semua. So? Ada masalah ke? Imran loves me. Dia bukan nak take advantage. I'll find you another guy if I have to. I just want you to stay away from my boyfriend. Please Quraisya, I have feelings too. I love him so much, please. Just go away. I'm happy now. Can't you give someone else a chance? You've had him for a long time. It's my turn. He picked me over you. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid of losing you, Imran Haqem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-1458169742908109140?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1458169742908109140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/1458169742908109140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/1458169742908109140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you-mummy.html' title='Maybe, just maybe, things would turn out better,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-7656348886522896325</id><published>2009-05-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:35:45.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours, Mine and Ours,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMAR LOVES ME MORE WAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hee, so as you know, we watched Night At The Museum 2 :D It was alllrighhhtt. When we got to Pavilion it was around 3, if I'm not mistaken. Wawa, Mira and Fifa sampai-ed at 4.30. Hahah. It's okay Mira. We understand :) Haha. We watched Night At The Museum and sumpah banyak kali malukan diri. I was in heels, and masa nak turun pergi our tempat duduk in the movie (second row from the front. I know, tell me about it. Haha) I fell -.- Not exactly, but I tripped. On the tangga. Ya Allah malunyaaa. Thank God it was dark, nobody actually saw me. Fifa gemuk gelak. Ish, kuat gila. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't spend any time at all with Imran that day. We were texting then we agreed to meet up after dinner. Which was at 11. I promised mummy Imran would send me back after that. Well, tak jadi. Hehe. After jumpa Farah Tan semua dekat Hajris, Farah Tan pulak ajak tidur rumah. Cause it was late already anyway. Eza was there. Hahahah, Eza lagi sorang. Malukan diri. Ish ish, it was fun though. Nanti nanti after exams, buat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting, but but ada story pasal &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tudung girl&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Malas nak tulis now. Some other time la. Dia tak tahu malu langsung. Hee. I can't believe Imran was with her most of his highschool life. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESOK LAST DAY EXAMS YEAY :D&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow; Seni and KH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today; 26th May 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a start kan? I know we can go further. Come on. You know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-7656348886522896325?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7656348886522896325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/yours-mine-and-ours.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7656348886522896325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7656348886522896325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/yours-mine-and-ours.html' title='Yours, Mine and Ours,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-3147876485621967925</id><published>2009-05-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:16:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omar,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday baby brother. Sorry for everything. Honestly, I wish we were as close as we were before. I miss you. Eventhough we live in the same house. I'm here for you adik. Hope you have a great one. I love you. I always will. Oh, and I hope I'm the first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't. Stupid Wawa -.- Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tengah exam. But hari ni keluar cause nak celebrate birthday Omar. It's not like I'll study pun kalau duduk rumah. Anyway, semalam tengok the movie Push dengan Imran. Besssstttt :D But the ending was like shit -.- Sumpah tak puas hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we'll be meeting up with Wawa and Fifa Gemuk dekat Pavilion. I know, tak ada tempat lain ke? Bosan gilaaa. But well, that's the closest. Wawa shorteh wants to watch I love you, Man. But I want to watch Night At The Musuem 2. Well, lets see who Omar loves more :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak pergi mandii. Ciao :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-3147876485621967925?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3147876485621967925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/omar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3147876485621967925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3147876485621967925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/omar.html' title='Omar,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-6900602638376579343</id><published>2009-05-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:59:48.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGLISH :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few questions for Paper 1 was confusing. No shit. But it was okay :D Paper 2 pun okaaay. Tomorrow Sejarah and Agama. Fuck fuck. Tak baca satu haram pun. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda interesting. Hee, I got my bestfriend back. God, I miss her. I'm really sorry sayang. And thanks :) Today banyak kutuk 'Doughnut'. You're a stupid fucker. I hope you die, fast. Tak reti jaga mulut ke ha, you ni? Tak reti nak jaga hati orang. Suka hati kau je nak cakap apa. People run away from people like you. Jangan harap la orang nak suka kau. Ish ish, apa la nak jadi you ni. You always think you're so good la apa la. Kononnya tak buat salah. Bull you. You always want the best. You think you deserve it? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen you sinceee, yeah, the last time we went out. When was that? Ages ago. People keep telling me they see you at places I'm always at. But unfortunately, I never see you. Why is that? Isn't it weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Question, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when are you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8059028565018841534-6900602638376579343?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6900602638376579343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/english-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6900602638376579343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6900602638376579343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/english-d.html' title='ENGLISH :D'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-6414302044983106789</id><published>2009-05-20T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:44:22.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of hell,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today; Bahasa Malaysia kertas I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;             Bahasa Malaysia kertas II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BM tadi was ookaaaay. Paper 1 was kinda hard. Paper 2 was okay okay. Esok English.  Exams end next Wednesday. Damn. And then cutiii! Yeaay :D Not sure yet where I'm going. But I really want to go to Genting. Dah lama plan dengan kawan semua, selalu tak jadi. Geram je. Haha. I just watched Unborn hari tu dengan Farah Tan. Fuck scary oh that movie. The kid in there is so creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, every morning before I go to school, I actually always feel like saying sorry and talking to you. But when I see you, I feel like killing you. No shit. I hate the way you talk, the way you act. It really makes me sick. I miss you, but at the same time, tired of your 'mistakes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;P/S ; *a*** *a*** a****, nothings ever gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-6414302044983106789?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6414302044983106789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6414302044983106789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6414302044983106789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-hell.html' title='First day of hell,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-4755567571464047175</id><published>2009-05-19T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:34:41.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till The End,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/ShPN5lMIgQI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZgveSwaqcCU/s1600-h/DSC02043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/ShPN5lMIgQI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZgveSwaqcCU/s320/DSC02043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337836372483408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Diagnostics starts tomorrow. And I haven't read a thing. Maybe a bit, but don't think it will help much. Fuck. KGT's almost done. Thanks sayang :) On Sunday, Mummy's going to Hawaii. Alaa, nak ikut :( Exam la pulak. Haiyyyh. For some reason, I miss Qyla. Lama tak jumpa dia. I miss her stupidity so much :D  Haha. Haven't heard from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;minah tudung tak tahu malu &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a while. Tah mana pergi dia tu. Hope she dies. Thanks kawan Imran yang cakap he still loves her :) Heh. Imran and I are sooo close, god, nothing can compare. We've been spending so much time together. Hee, I love you. Nothing much has been happening lately. So tak tahu nak tulis pasal apa. Anyway, goodluck to everyone whos taking their exams. All the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8059028565018841534-4755567571464047175?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4755567571464047175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/till-end.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4755567571464047175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/4755567571464047175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/till-end.html' title='Till The End,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/ShPN5lMIgQI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZgveSwaqcCU/s72-c/DSC02043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-3919300058613012768</id><published>2009-05-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:33:45.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do good friends go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have the bestest guy friend anyone could ever ask for. But for some reason, he liked leaving me. God knows why. He used to be there for me all the time. We would talk on the phone, text each other like theres no tomorrow. No doubt, we were so close. Now, I don't even know who he is. He's changed. And I miss him so much. Come back, I need you. You were my shoulder to cry on. You were the best. I just wish things didn't have to change between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it ends, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-3919300058613012768?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3919300058613012768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-do-good-friends-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3919300058613012768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3919300058613012768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-do-good-friends-go.html' title='Where do good friends go?'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-6059729231332951575</id><published>2009-05-11T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:22:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what happens,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe he's done a lot to hurt me and stuff. But I love him so much. I want him to be the one. I want him to be the only one. We've made a lot of promises. And I really want to make those promises real. I don't want them to be something that you just say and never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always there for me. Maybe not there there, but there. We fight A LOT. Yeah, maybe sometimes its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;But sayang, my love for you will never change.&lt;br /&gt;Lately we've been spending most of our time together. I hope you're not bored of me. You mean the world to me and you know that. Forget her. She's the past. I believe you when you say you're over her. I believe you when you say she means nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No matter what happens sayang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-6059729231332951575?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6059729231332951575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-matter-what-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6059729231332951575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/6059729231332951575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-matter-what-happens.html' title='No matter what happens,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-2506809874049424283</id><published>2009-05-05T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:32:50.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anis Fatini,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one, sweetheart. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;For always being there for me. I love you, bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-2506809874049424283?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2506809874049424283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/anis-fatini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/2506809874049424283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/2506809874049424283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/anis-fatini.html' title='Anis Fatini,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-8636609195046482797</id><published>2009-05-04T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:32:47.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd May 2009,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'monotype;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love you. You know that. But I know I'm not good enough for you. I don't know why you're still wasting your time with me. You can get so much better. You know she loves you. Why don't you go back to her? Why do you like doing this to me? Don't you know, it hurts? No one has ever had the heart to do it to you. That's why you don't know how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never met you. Not because I don't like you. It's because I love you too much. But I know you'll never feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she'll treat you way better than I do. What are you doing? Make up your mind. I'm not some doll you can play with and just throw away. I have feelings too. Feelings I can't control. You tell me I'm your everything. Really? Or is that just bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as good as her, I know. I know who I am in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you. More than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8059028565018841534-8636609195046482797?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8636609195046482797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/3rd-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/8636609195046482797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/8636609195046482797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/3rd-may-2009.html' title='3rd May 2009,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-7470214403309696248</id><published>2009-05-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:32:39.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqilah Zailan,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAYAAANG :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're finally fifteen. Hee, have a great one. Love youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, yesterday was hectic, no shit. But takpe, I'm over it daah. Tengah gaduh dengan Imran lagi cause dia keluar semalam. Haha, bodoh je. But whatever la. Menyampah betul. Today pergi Shah Alam, surprise that fat girl on her birthday. Hope it goes well. Hee. Malam nanti maybe keluar dengan Anwar, Ejay, Mihshon semua again. I hope jadi. Trying to think of what to get Qyla for her birthday. She wants a hamster -.- Macam bodoh je. Entah la, nanti I think. Now nak pergi mandi. Nak go find her a presie. Lepas balik from her house, I'll write on how it went :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more day to go.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this is how it went :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday006-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday010-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TWISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday060.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday041.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday144-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday150.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the birthday presie, Gucci :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday128.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii180/frh_rockhard/QylasBirthday067.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8059028565018841534-7470214403309696248?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7470214403309696248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/aqilah-zailan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7470214403309696248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7470214403309696248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/aqilah-zailan.html' title='Aqilah Zailan,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-750392468736436366</id><published>2009-05-01T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:34:43.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheats and lies,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have been the best. I met Imran after so many weeks of not seeing him. I miss him, buttttt, I'll tell you later. Anyway, I went to Farah Tan Tin Tun's house. Tak pergi sekolah lagi. Ish. Lepak lepak lepak, then balik Ampang sebab nak pergi tuition. So pergi Ampang dengan Imran, Fikri and Hadi. Okay so, when we were at Farah's house, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;minah tudung tak tahu malu&lt;/span&gt; texted Imran :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;YEAAAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You know what she said? OMG, she saiddd '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; need you&lt;/span&gt;'. I opened the message, I replied it. And then gaduh dengan Imran sebab he asked for his phone I tak bagi. But I was having too much fun texting with her. Haha. I replied '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Heyy&lt;/span&gt;' then she tak reply. So I replied '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;' HAHA, jahat gila. Then she said she really misses Imran and she feels empty without him and she used the word '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keruan&lt;/span&gt;'. Whatever that is. Something like that la. Then I replied '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dengar cerita Sya dah ada orang baru&lt;/span&gt;' Haa, something like that la. Then she denied it. Well, I thought she had someone new cause I read her blog and she always writes about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr. Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I nak buat macam Imran ni jealous la dia ada orang baru. Heh. OH haaa, lepas tu dah baik dengan Imran tak gaduh semua, I replied her message and suruh dia go away :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN TODAY, I read her blog again. She wrote, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mr Mysterious&lt;/span&gt; langsung &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;tak contact&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;tried to sleep&lt;/span&gt; after i prayed my Zuhur prayers. That time it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 something&lt;/span&gt;. Before that, i gave him a message and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;told him i need him&lt;/span&gt;. 10 minutes later, a message came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My Mr Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;. He said "Heyy". I replied, and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"I miss you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I told him &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i miss him so much more&lt;/span&gt; and told him something else. I was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; that i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;. He told me that he heard &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i got someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like.... What the fuck. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;got no one else&lt;/span&gt;. Just him. And imran. *In my bloody heart*. But imran is not "new". Oh come on..... Immediately, i got up from my bed and prayed my Asar prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quite some time, he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stopped replying my message&lt;/span&gt;. So, after an hour or so, i gave him a message and told him &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I really miss you"&lt;/span&gt;. About &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;1 hour and 10 minutes later&lt;/span&gt;, he gave me a message and said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodohnyaaa! Kononnya Imran and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; Mr. Mysterious&lt;/span&gt; ni two different people. PADAHAL. All this while, shes been writing about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mr. Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;. She goes out with him la, text him. He calls her at 6am. All of that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;IMRAN&lt;/span&gt;. Ohmygod, tak ke kurang ajar. Imran kantoi gila. Haha. Eleh, takpe. He can do whatever he wants :) I'll get him back. 10 times worst. Hehe. Imran Imran, you think I'm so stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Minah tudung tak tahu malu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; lagi la stupid. Haha. Imran is bullshit. Betina tu is worst than bullshit. I hope they both go to hell together. Atleast they'll be together forever just like how they want, kan kan? :D All this while I yang macam orang bodoh kena semua benda. Takpe, dah biasa daaah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;What goes around, comes around&lt;/span&gt;, Sayang. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why she's so confident when she tells me Imran sayang dia. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you're gonna think '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ish, gila nya betina ni. Suka hati je nak tulis apa. Tak tahu malu ke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' Yes, because I fikir macam tu when I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;minah tudung tak tahu malu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; punya blog. Cause suka hati dia je nak tulis nama siapa kutuk orang and stuff. Fikir orang tak baca ke? But hey, I have my rights. Imran is MY boyfriend and she has nothing to do with him. Yeap yeap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Lastnight tuition habis 10.30. Hari ni no school so Emilia planned to watch a late night movie. So okay la. Si penakut tu *Love you, Emi :b, nak tengok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;COMING SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. HAHA, fuck that movie I swear. So last night, pergi Pavilion dengan Ahmad, Ejay, Anwar, Mihshon and Emi. I sat next to Ejay and Emi. Ejay kena cubit, genggam tangan teruk oh. Kesian dia. Tangan I pun sakit. Cerita tu sumpah scary. Very interesting. But I didn't quite watch it. My eyes were closed most of the time. Hahaha, Emi again, the loudest screamer in the cinema. Hahah. Kay la, malas dah nak think of what to write. Nanti anything interesting, I'll write. Nak pergi tanya mummy kalau boleh keluar.&lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8059028565018841534-750392468736436366?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/750392468736436366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheats-and-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/750392468736436366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/750392468736436366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheats-and-lies.html' title='Cheats and lies,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-686454186590803021</id><published>2009-04-29T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:34:49.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams dreams dreams,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;. Whats your problem? Why can't you keep it to yourself? Harus ke tulis pasal boyfriend orang lain kat YOUR blog? Oh come on. You're so pathetic. How would you feel if someone wrote about your boyfriend? 4star dreams la, happy type of dream la. Macam bodoh. Stop having high hopes. He's mine. He doesn't want you anymore. Get over it. Lepas tu, dengan muka tebalnya boleh pulak cakap kat I, that he still loves you. Sebab apa? Sebab dia carik you dulu. Tak ke macam bodoh. Kalau dia sayang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANGAT&lt;/span&gt; kat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAU&lt;/span&gt;, dia sendiri cakap eh nii, he would have left me for you a long time ago. Heh, he loves me :) Not you. So go find your own boyfriend, pathetic psycho ex girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, lets start. Over the weekend, I went for this motivasi thingy. It was kinda good. But damnn, sakit bontot gila babi. We had to sit for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOURS&lt;/span&gt; no shit. Met some new people there. They were nice :) So so, penyemakan buku dah lepaaas :D But, I still havent hantared my karangan. I'm gonna do that tmrw. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of this post I was writing about this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;minah tudung yang tak tahu malu&lt;/span&gt; :D Yeaaah, thats it. She has no shame at all I swear. Imran and I have been together for almost two months now I think. And yeah, she cant get over him. They were together since they were in form 1. I get it if you can't get over your ex. Tapi macam, she doesn't have to tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; that Imran still loves her and whatever shit. I admit, at first it was me who was saying that to her. And unlike other people, she didn't deny it. You know normally people would be like&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Oh noo, don't say that. He doesnt love me. He's with you now&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kan? But taaak, she's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I know. Dia ingat I ni apa? Dia nak I tunggu lagi 5 months?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; UISH suka hati gilaa. Just because I'm younger than her. She once said '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kalau Imran sayang you sangat, kenapa dia selalu cari I dulu?&lt;/span&gt;' What she means is like why Imran selalu text dia dulu. Imran ni pun satu, bodoh. Dah tahu dia macam tu, gila, nak layan dia lagi.  Stuuuupid girl. Well, she writes everything in her blog. And she thinks I'm stupid -.- Dia macam bodoh gila. Bukan nak jaga hati I like what I was trying to do. Tapi I was Ikhlas okay.  Cause I felt bad that she still loved Imran but Imran was with me. Yeaaah, so I talked to her. Pastu dia nak kurang ajar. Pukimak betul. Mampus la dia. Over gila. Fuckerrr. She's wasting my time anyway. I hope she reads this. Dia salahkan I tau for giving her hope. But she has no brains to THINK. Eh, go die la betina. Imran tak nak kau lah weh. Rasa malu sikit boleh tak. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, I found out that that ungrateful girl pindah sekolah. Ye ke? Well, hope you'll be happier :) Ikhlas, sumpah. OH OH semalam dapat tahu Amirul Aiman masuk hospital, Kesian si gemuk tu. Semalam pergi visit dia. Pergi with Emilia, Mihshon, Anwar and Abas. Stupid diorang tak habis habis main dengan his bed. Haha. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;YA ALLAH&lt;/span&gt;, toilet kat Mirul's room cam sial oh! Flush dia punya apa tah cam pecah tau. So bila flush keluar air. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; can you imagine? Disgusting gilaaa. Hahaha, well &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mihshon bangang bodoh&lt;/span&gt; tu pergi bukak toilet door and I swear I rasa macam nak bunuh diri. Busuuuk gila! Hahaha. Anyway, I hope you get well soon. I still love you bestfriend :) Hari ni tak jadi jumpa Iylia dengan Nabila. Haiyh, rindu laaa :( Bila lagi nak jumpa? Busy gila kot lately. Soon taaau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trouble; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NeverShoutNever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-686454186590803021?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/686454186590803021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams-dreams-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/686454186590803021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/686454186590803021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams-dreams-dreams.html' title='Dreams dreams dreams,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-3573993581226798692</id><published>2009-04-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:34:55.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Standing,</title><content type='html'>Alright alright, so here's how I started my day. I woke up pretty early. But I didn't go to school cause mummy sakit. Hehe. Well anyway, I woke up and watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/span&gt; with my sister. I swear to god cerita tu best gila! But its so stupiddd. But besst. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then ada tuition. Tuition tuition tuition, lepas tu pergi craven and cueball. Masa kat cueball cerita cerita dengan Emi. Haiyh. While story-ing dengan Emilia, rasa macam nak nangis, dont know why. So, I told her the best moments I had in my life. And how it was over just like that. Haha, whatever. So, tomorrow ada Motivasi PMR kat mana tah. And Sunday too. We have to dress like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; decent. Tak boleh pakai jeans, flip flops, adoyy, I dont know what I'm going to wear. So so, maybe tmrw keluar dengan Emi after the motivasi thingy and nak tengok &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt; :D Hee, can't wait. Really hope jadi. Hari ni pun macam nothing much jadii, so I don't know what to write about. Still new at this thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; Imran. We havent been talking much lately. We're not as close as we used to be.  I don't know kenapa dengan dia, tapi whatever. I hope my Imran will come back soon. We've been fighting a lot lately too pasal benda benda bodoh. Dia pun banyak misunderstand. And he likes to jump to conclusions. Lately la. I'm happy with you, sayang. I really am. I hope you understand. I'm complicated. Hard to figure out. Even I don't understand myself sometimes. Haha. But whatever it is, I loveee you :D Tau tau. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-3573993581226798692?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3573993581226798692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright-alright-so-heres-how-i-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3573993581226798692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/3573993581226798692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright-alright-so-heres-how-i-started.html' title='Still Standing,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059028565018841534.post-7353167057334778914</id><published>2009-04-22T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:38:07.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of a new beginning,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, hey :) I don't really know what to wirte in blogs. But here I go. So lately I haven't been feeling so well. I have a swollen thyroid or something. But I'm getting better. School is so hectic. It has been lately. Homework banyak gilaaa. It's not like I do them anyway. Right now, tengah important exam. Tapi tak pergi sekolah. Haiyh. I just wish I was better. Apa nak jadi. Imran banyak tak layan I lately. But it's okay :) I understand what he has to do. I miss him so much. Okay okay, soo, so much has happened this year. And I didn't have a blog to write about it. Nanti bila ada time tulis la. Anyway, I just wanted to start this thingy. Now that I have, nak pergi mandi. Byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059028565018841534-7353167057334778914?l=gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7353167057334778914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-of-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7353167057334778914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059028565018841534/posts/default/7353167057334778914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gossiptimesthree.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-of-new-beginning.html' title='The start of a new beginning,'/><author><name>FARAH PARKES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11616917973122775840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ps5p-wOPg5I/SlNhY5bDJlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/92GAGXMQzEI/S220/Farah%27s+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
