<?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-5921730003983718947</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:57:26.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gedekgedek</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-6973708000439803360</id><published>2010-02-20T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:53:58.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning?</title><content type='html'>I had initially wanted to blog on the new year,but better late then never yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new year without a resolution to begin with?I had mine the previous years as well.But I always failed to fulfil it.It's just like a trend to have resolutions without wanting to put it into actions.For me,at least.Take 2009 for example,I said I decided to not skip sch anymore.It was just empty talk.I did it again.And it only made me feel bad about myself.As though I'm not trustworthy,I cant even do what I promised myself and It bugged on my conscience. So from now on,I'm not gonna make any promises anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had a dream.Which I could not recall the exact event that took place but when I woke up, it was as though I had been slapped out of my sleep. I was dumb struck for a few minutes before I thought I was sane again. I couldnt get back to sleep at all.Ironic as it may sound but my mind ran through a whole series of events in my life,big and small. Tears just keep rolling down.I was totally overwhelmed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stress this enough to anyone who by chance happens to read this. Treasure your family. It may sound cliche. But I meant well. The loss of my father was by far the hardest and still are the biggest blow to my family. I can never explain the pain in my heart. Some have shared that they understand how it feels since they have had deaths in their family before. But again,you can never,never understand the feeling unless it's your own father. Though I sincerely accept their kind thoughts and words. It is just not something that can be compare with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a month's time I will be turning 21.A rather big number for someone like me.Truth be told,I was expecting mother to celebrate it.My late father used to say "We'll celebrate your 21st birthday &lt;em&gt;besar-besar&lt;/em&gt; ok?"Maybe that was the reason why I am hoping for something.But Mother blatantly told me, she chose not to.I was upset but I've come to terms with it. She have her reasons.I'm sure she do.But she has promised me our traditional birthday celebrations;celebrate outdoors with a simple family meal. I'm fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...the time has come..For me to sleeepppp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-6973708000439803360?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6973708000439803360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/6973708000439803360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/6973708000439803360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning?'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-8197660739625381189</id><published>2009-11-21T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:52:23.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered I have an abandoned blog. It's a pity this blog has always been the place which bore the brunt of my boredom. But i believe some eventually bored people would come and pay a visit to my blog,so I'll keep doing what I do best then.Nyeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the almost 1 month that I'm guilty of not updating bloggie,soo many things happened.I have been sooo busy. Hahah,dont be deceived,I'm neither busy with school,nor sch project.Busy measuring the road(direct translation from malay idiom;&lt;em&gt;ukur jalan&lt;/em&gt;). Which also meant, busy enjoying/spending most of my time outdoors.Which is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the major event of the month would be the trip that sort of gone wrong along the way.I had a trip to Port Dickson again somewhere in the beginning of this month. No doubt, we had fun.But I felt that we had more of a learning experience.We had our frens stranded in the middle of the sea because of a capsized jet ski and we met with an accident on our way back to Sg.Oh, what a trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that,I have received my first warning letter for this semester and was found out by the mother.Hohoho.Believe it or not,ever since then,I have been attending sch very diligently hor.So proud.*tap tap shoulder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 more days till Maman is set to serve the nation. And I will be totally bored on 8 dec onwards.I told him I am so looking forward to fetch him when he books out weekly but he told me that he probably would not even bother if I'm there because he'll be sleeping all the way through the bus journey back home due to exhaustion.Wah piang.So i have thought of a back up plan,instead of fetching,I'll do the sending instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then too,I will have no one to &lt;em&gt;merayap&lt;/em&gt; with, no one to accompany me to shop for clothes and choose clothes for me. Aiyaa, no one to entertain me and my cravings for fooodd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its ok awak,I will wait!Lets do this together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure he'll miss me too.My irritating-ness,my burps,my farts,my smelly moments and my selenge moments.Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok,dah penat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so looking forward to thursday. 4 days of holiday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406599603319239426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SwgZsZ6ccwI/AAAAAAAAB94/cRCrpPY7NdA/s320/image200911060001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Bobby.And my forced smile.Taken during IT lesson.&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/5921730003983718947-8197660739625381189?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8197660739625381189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/8197660739625381189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/8197660739625381189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty.html' title='Guilty.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SwgZsZ6ccwI/AAAAAAAAB94/cRCrpPY7NdA/s72-c/image200911060001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-3040808967299836443</id><published>2009-10-30T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:55:49.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Biasa nya kalau tuhan nak bagi sesuatu yang baik itu,dia kene uji kita dengan sesuatu benda yang agak payah,dia nak tengok sejauh mana kesabaran kita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kadang-kadang tu,kita ada buat salah jugak,tuhan nak menegur".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5921730003983718947-3040808967299836443?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3040808967299836443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/10/sedar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/3040808967299836443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/3040808967299836443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/10/sedar.html' title='Sedar.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-1865749653265595575</id><published>2009-10-20T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:22:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letih.</title><content type='html'>2 most unforgettable days this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Oct 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 3 weeks of waiting, 18 Oct has arrived. Maman and Me went to watch Impak Maksima the Musical and it was great. It was funny,it was cool,the drift on stage was the coolest thing I've ever seen, but of it all, it was worth the bucks. I have loved musicals ever since my virgin trip to the Puteri Gunung Ledang the musical and I know we cant afford to make Impak Maksima an exception. Oh my,it was just great. I cant even expressed it in werds. The whole thing blew me away. Untill now. That's why I cant yak about the whole thing like I sometimes do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all the fabulous moments of the musical, the solo singing from Adeep was 'menusuk ke kalbu'. His voice touched my heart,nerves, brains and whathaveyous.I think rahman loved it too.&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating on Simfoni sumting and Impak Maksima, after all, its a gift to rahman for his b'dae. He instantly voted for Impak. As we discussed, seeing celebrities sing seems like a normal show to us but to miss the drift on stage is something we felt we would regret.And we were glad we went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Oct 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahman told me about visiting Mr Yusof, my secondary 3 malay teacher and ironically we are related.So I want to meet my relative. Together with Faris and Salim. We heard about him not feeling well lately and decided to pay him a visit. Moreover, he stays in Gelang Patah Johor Baru. It was last minute though so while we have the transport(Salim's car), we went ahead with the plan. The moment we reached his beautiful abode, we stepped out of the car, he slowly points to each one of us and says out our name for acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to me,I just smiled waiting for him to call me "fatimah/nurul/siti hawa" but he says "Farah..". I was beaming with joy and I cant stop. I did not expect him to remember me but well, he did. So it was just a normal raya visit. We ate,laughed,chatted and kepo-ed around his house. Just as we thought it was time to make a move, he brought us around to a mini tour of gelang patah and nusajaya and around his housing estate facilities. But we had to cut short the tour because we are rushing for time. Can't wait to pay him another visit coz i felt he expected us to stay longer. I was shocked when he wanted me to drive his car/van coz he wanted to see me drive. But I told him, I dont think I am able to since I've got short legs and I dont think I can reach the pedal. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice visit. Alhamdullillah, niat nak visit cikgu dah tercapai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 experiences are something I felt not being able to express in words. They are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad I still have the chance to do this while I still can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-1865749653265595575?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1865749653265595575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/10/letih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1865749653265595575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1865749653265595575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/10/letih.html' title='Letih.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-1186266635699781098</id><published>2009-10-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:50:40.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Never Felt So Good.</title><content type='html'>Come tomorrow would be 2 weeks since sch started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something different this semester though.I love almost all modules.With exception to OP2.But Faci says I have to learn to fall in love with it. So ok,that will come later. Because of my love to almost all the modules this sem. I am kinda not reluctant at all to go for sch. I used to think sleeping at home was better off than going to sch some daes before but now, I am looking forward to sleeping in the bus to and fro school. Yes, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even told my friends that I am going to change for the better this semester and that is to attend school for the whole 10 weeks till the next vacation comes. I mean business this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some serious thoughts done over the weeks I had before sch reopen. The results I got for last semester was contented. I am certain,if I had attended lessons more often, my grades and GPA would have reflected nicely in the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt want to feel that regret once more. It's time to change. I remembered attending Adam Khoo's workshop when I was in Sec 4 and I remember this speaker, Stuart, who said something like;Dont waste time being at a place you dont want to be and you dont cherish it when there are others who wanted to be in your place badly and dont even have the chance to.Dont take things for granted. Think of your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that sentence was the one that triggered my tears to flow, I had that sentence etched in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, I am not trying to sound like one big ****. But look at it as I am trying to change for the better yah. So dont be discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh..dah alang kepalang ni..lepaskan la geram ku sekali...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup kene tau ambil iktibar, jangan asek nak mengeji orang eh. Cermin sikit diri dulu ye. Jadi manusia, hati jangan busuk. Kalao dah hidup jadi orang yang boleh bagi perangsang kepada yang lain baru boleh bebual eh.Kalao tak,kamu hanya boleh dianggap sebagai tin kosong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my malay like cock up la..but never mind la..Anyway, that was just a thought off my mind. I believe in live and let live. But sometimes there are people who would, you know, irks you a little bit. I mean, what's wrong with being nice? You will never know there may come a day where you need this people whom you've been stucking up ur nose to and they will come to give you help when you need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaa..but I guess this kind of people just wont even understand what's being civilised also..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-1186266635699781098?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1186266635699781098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-never-felt-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1186266635699781098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1186266635699781098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-never-felt-so-good.html' title='Thursday Never Felt So Good.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-6590678770047150255</id><published>2009-09-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:39:13.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya..</title><content type='html'>Oh hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This raya season seem a tad too different feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I havent been doing much thus the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised to go to the market with mother the day before raya to get all the lontongs and ketupats. But, I had a stomach upset and it was killing me. Well,almost la. I was bed bounded till night. Couldnt do my usual eve of raya duties. Vacuum,mop,wiping all glass material,clean the toilets. Couldnt even fast the last day of fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,it was bad. What would usually take my family to complete all the preparations by 6 every year was stretched till 2am in the morning.Ouh no..This is absolutely no exaggeration.Felt bad somehow,because not only I cant do all my duties above and help out with the rest,can't even help mother with the curtains,the carpet,the arranging of the kuihs, they had to divide these works among themselves. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all thought I was gona get better the next day,also mark THE Hari Raya day.But I even had to visit Mr Docter before setting out for visiting to relatives house.And so the explanation for my upset tummy,it was food poisoning.*Frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Docter: No milk products for you in the time being.Try to avoid cow's milk.But Soya Bean can la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me to mother: *Whisper*So spicy things can is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother:*cruk cruk*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Docter: Sorry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:Ouh,ok.No milk.No cow's milk.Soya bean can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being me,I'm a huge fan of my auntie,mama munah's,sambal goreng.Every year without fail,that's what I would go for with at least two servings when I'm shy.More when I'm given tapao home.Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;ape lagi&lt;/em&gt;,I &lt;em&gt;bantai&lt;/em&gt; my mama munah's sambal goreng!Well yeah,only to have my tummy protesting for the whole dae resulting in me not eating anything at all in the following houses.But,with the sambal goreng safely in my upset tummy,I have no regrets.Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,and I did not send messages wishing everyone,so whoever that happens to read,dah on the way,farah cakap kat sini sahaja la yer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya all my lovely friends and relatives,Farah minta maaf atas segala kesalahan dan dosa farah terhadap semua dari hujung rambut hingga hujung kaki.Kalau ader ter-mengumpat ke,ter-ketawekan,ter-ejek,ter-jeling,ter-marah,ter-tengking,terguris hati awak semua,maaf kan la saya ye..Halal kan makan minum saya..Jangan marah marah lagi la ok..Heeeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Semua!To those who msged me,thank you!To those unknown numbers who I couldnt ask in time also,thank you!To those on the msn,facebook and friendly strangers at my void deck also,thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;K Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-6590678770047150255?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6590678770047150255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/6590678770047150255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/6590678770047150255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya..'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-1802453208141225474</id><published>2009-09-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:03:26.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then I see,Now I don't.</title><content type='html'>It's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyesight is really failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, on the day of my tp test,I mistook bus no. 19 for no.18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, at the fruit stall, i 'saw' 2 honeydews selling for $15,when it was just for 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, I thought I saw a cat on the corridor when it was actually a rug(somehow folded in which it looked as though its the shape of a cat crawling), which has the same colour as a cat would. I was slowly walking avoiding the 'cat' and when I got nearer was then I realised it's the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times when mother needs me to read something off a board like the price of a mee goreng for instance,would make me look silly,with me protruding my face a little forward and squinted eyes, so most of the times I would go,"tk tau eh.Tak nmpk." Read:"Dono eh.Can't see". Which she would assume I'm too lazy to even read off the board. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried on my glasses which I have had all this while,but,uh-oh,they dont werk on me anymore. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not want to wear glasses. I dont even wear the ones I have.And Yes,it is also my ego. Because someone whom I dont really like wears glasses. And someone loves girls who wear glasses. But I dont want to be like the girl who wears glasses and I dont want to be love because I wear glasses. Get it?Hahaha. I've once said I'd rather go blind than to wear glasses. Maybe I'd revise that decision of mine.Not on a hypocritical basis. But I'll ponder on that a little more. Coz this will probably change my life forever.And truth be told,this is something I would need before I make more mockery out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,what a tough one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-1802453208141225474?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1802453208141225474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/then-i-seenow-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1802453208141225474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1802453208141225474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/then-i-seenow-i-dont.html' title='Then I see,Now I don&apos;t.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-1683831534104007415</id><published>2009-09-11T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:43:34.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was browsing through my picture folder and found some funny shots of my girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380233034561655954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SqptcHHelJI/AAAAAAAAB9I/155fScl9JRs/s320/RIMG0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380233041537697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SqptchGshnI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/sgGpEL9ipRc/s320/RIMG0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380233053979144754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SqptdPc98jI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/2cO77v0MlMU/s320/RIMG0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380233061173187666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SqptdqQKVFI/AAAAAAAAB9g/WrAij4-pP_0/s320/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380233070662975794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SqpteNmtATI/AAAAAAAAB9o/yfPF-Ghi1RM/s320/DSC02741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,There's NO funny shots of Izyan though. But anyway,I miss them very much.Stay special my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380234780706370066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SqpvBwA0chI/AAAAAAAAB9w/8U0nVRWyh9g/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-1683831534104007415?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1683831534104007415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-old-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1683831534104007415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/1683831534104007415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old Days.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SqptcHHelJI/AAAAAAAAB9I/155fScl9JRs/s72-c/RIMG0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-5815039388538254366</id><published>2009-09-08T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:11:53.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 September 2009.</title><content type='html'>Thank you allah for everything that I have up till this point of stage in my life. Thank you mother for the never ending believe and support in me. Thank you Awak, for being here for me almost every time i need you and for every support,tips,advices and everything. Thank you bangau for polishing the car(as a surprise) when you knew I've made it. Thank you all my grandparents,my aunties and uncles who have been praying for my success. Thank you friends for the support and advices. Thank you Edwin for coaching me till the day of my test.Thank you Steven for calming me down and entertaining my nonsense during practical. Thank you Hong Kong Swee for the very last prac and the very useful advices. Thank you Tan Cheng Kiat for making me a legal driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fulfilled my papa's wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-5815039388538254366?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/5815039388538254366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-september-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/5815039388538254366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/5815039388538254366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-september-2009.html' title='7 September 2009.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-9099439906087489436</id><published>2009-08-27T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:35:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is cinta.</title><content type='html'>In the mood of blog hopping and decided to hop to all my favourite blogs after eons of not going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed on Nina's blog.Irah's cousin.And I love her qoutes?Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, to those who still love even though they've been hurt before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a man is wrong and won't admit it, he always gets angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tears are words the heart can't express."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise i smiled at the end of every quote until I was reading other parts of her entry and felt my cheek stretched.Ironic?I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-9099439906087489436?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/9099439906087489436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/9099439906087489436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/9099439906087489436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-cinta.html' title='Love is cinta.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-7948067434670939315</id><published>2009-08-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:31:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and Gone</title><content type='html'>Finally,after what seems like a year of sleepless nights,I hereby declare UT3 has come to an end.So,what's next?Endless of prayers I guess. These UT3 atmosphere seems like a deja vu. The moment where O levels were on. Except for the airconditioned surrounding.But let's leave it all to the hands of god.I have studied and put in the effort.Hope the panda eyes,eyebags and whathaveyous will all be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited for driving practical in 10 more hrs to come?1 week of non-car practical has made me miss the 125 car and the apek.Have I mention?The last prac I had with him,we were in queue waiting for our turn to do parallel parking, he went out of the car and disturb his fellow colleagues.A few cars in front has move forward and I'm left there like one kutut broken down car in the middle of the circuit road!In order not to get unnecessary stares,unnecessary honking of cars and unnecessary moments of fool, I decided to &lt;em&gt;pandai-pandai&lt;/em&gt; move with the 'flow'.Was expecting for the apek to run after his car and nag at me but by the time i turned the car,he was signalling for me to go ahead.So,'ok',i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP's date drawing nearer and nearer.Nervous?Nah.Super &lt;em&gt;Takot&lt;/em&gt; la seh.Apek and My MaMaN have been giving me encouragement.Mother has been saying out,wishing for me to pass.My brother is waiting to teach me how to park w/o poles.-.-.And all I'm thinking?How to account to these people if I didn't make it.I dare to say I do a pretty good job at encouraging others,but I suck when it cums to myself.Well,let's just say I have this huge feeling that it does not make me feel good?Coz my family knows things usually cocks up whenever I faced major tests/exams.And I do not want to let them down. So how?I'll just take it as it is.I'm gona enjoy the rest of my driving practicals till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Happy Birthday Nur Hazirah Bte Hamzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373954943820028466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SpQfjIlY2jI/AAAAAAAAB9A/05QJNDMLKHo/s320/1_445002717l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you a lot.I'm glad we bumped into each other just now and even walked back together.Heh.I always pray for us to be in the same class once more.Well,at least once in Poly days.Happy pe aku!And I'll make sure we study.Just like the good old days in ITE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are up.So what have I got myself into?C.E activities wif Taq and finishing up of PP.Am trying to get myself signed up for C.E activities as many as possible.Damn those C.E pts.Am short for a lot more.Why is it important you may ask?Coz I can't graduate if I dont have 40 C.E pts!Bacin. And I have only half!Looongg way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait,I wanted to blog about something else actually..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-7948067434670939315?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/7948067434670939315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/08/done-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/7948067434670939315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/7948067434670939315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/08/done-and-gone.html' title='Done and Gone'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SpQfjIlY2jI/AAAAAAAAB9A/05QJNDMLKHo/s72-c/1_445002717l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-5183299556235170802</id><published>2009-08-20T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:52:38.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?Or I really am?Heheh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/So2MAm1ozeI/AAAAAAAAB84/TcsNd8I7z5U/s1600-h/DSCN0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372103872576277986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/So2MAm1ozeI/AAAAAAAAB84/TcsNd8I7z5U/s320/DSCN0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Year 2 Semester 1 is done.Hopefully.Heheh..Goodbye E44F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now now now..the last time I blogged, it was during Ut2 period. And now,its Ut3 already la..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting more and more lazy at blogging. No. More and more busy to even blog.Well, I have been werking my ass off studying for Ut3. The last time I studied so hard was when I'm having my final year exams in ITE.It's tiring actually.Drained my mind.By the time I call it a day, I just wanted to head my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, no UT tomoro, that's why I could spend some time with my bloggie here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last dae of all modules just ended.And I received comments from the faci that was well, surprising I shall say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one from my Economic Faci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farah, Was it a challenge for you to come for the last lesson for E210? I am glad you did not give up like many, at least you made the effort to come. Despite you were late, you quickly learned from Harris to make sure you learned something. You should also be proud that you completed the lesson by completing the RJ. If study had been your priority, I believed you should be a diligent, articulative and attentive young lady. Never allow yourself to cultivate the habit to miss lesson or coming to class late. Just like any habit, it will require us a lot of effort to replace it with another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi farah,it was nice to see how you have progressed over the weeks. If you had attended lessons more regularly and on time, I believed you would have fared better overall. You have the potential to go far. Let's not make the missing of lessons a habit. You are an independent girl and a very eloquent speaker and writer. Though at times, you seem to be keeping to yourself and I hear less of you during class discussions. Do speak up more in future and I'm sure you'll do great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am honoured yet ashamed. Coz both facis point out my not cuming to sch and cuming sch late in their comments.Chet. I cant help it..but i will kick the bad habit. That, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe..I miss my KKB. Fasting month is in 1 more dae time.I'm excited though I hardly feel the atmosphere. Anyway,I guess I'll be blogging more during the fasting mth since I'm nt werking and I'm having the holidaes..hehehe..OK la..for now..Gud nite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Fasting My Malay Friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awakkk,I want to go geylang and buy dendeng. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-5183299556235170802?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/5183299556235170802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/08/coincidenceor-i-really-amheheh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/5183299556235170802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/5183299556235170802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/08/coincidenceor-i-really-amheheh.html' title='Coincidence?Or I really am?Heheh.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/So2MAm1ozeI/AAAAAAAAB84/TcsNd8I7z5U/s72-c/DSCN0516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-3155852165966489128</id><published>2009-07-18T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:41:03.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Headaches have been going strong for the past 3 daes.Why oh Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my Poly days, I was nervous when I could do my UT. My definition of 'could do' is equals to know how to do but am not confident of the answer. My usual ut moments would be read the question,try find the appropriate 6P to get some ideas and ponder how to 'macam-pahaming' and apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last friday's UT was kind of a breeze. It was unusual when I read the question and typed down the answer without much reference to the 6P. That was when I started to get nervous after a few questions done; "eh,how come i can do seh?" Silly huh? I should be happy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay,msged the boboi and he's nt replying. So much for coming online after APM. If i guessed it right, he might have fallen asleep while watching the APM itself. -.- Gundu boy. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. 4 more weeks and its the end of semester 1 for Yr 2. Fasting month comes and Raya season is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be super excited for raya. But I find it super hard to even think of the preparations that we have to make. I dont know if I'm wrong for saying this, but I can't even bring myself to even hear the takbir. I remembered Mother crying out loud after Maghrib prayers and as soon as the takbir sounds. My effort of holding back tears was fruitless. I cant help but joined Mother as well. My brothers are in their rooms but I know they are not having it well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I hoped that we will be stronger this year, I know there's no escape when the time comes. We simply miss Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I need to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-3155852165966489128?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3155852165966489128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/07/headaches-have-been-going-strong-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/3155852165966489128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/3155852165966489128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/07/headaches-have-been-going-strong-for.html' title=''/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-554948774615209102</id><published>2009-06-26T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:17:05.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When they dont think..</title><content type='html'>Usually, by this time I would be yawning my ass off. With all the 'horning' sounds lina and rahman claims it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ironically, I dont feel like sleeping today. Yes shida, you read it right. I would have been gone by the wee hrs of the morning dreaming already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried coz I'm not sleepy. So not farah amira. Oh no, food's not the remedy. I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, mite as well I blog. Apparently, I received news that a lot of students aren't going sch tomoro. On strike maybe? Haha..Since the number of those infected with H1N1 has gone up to 9. Hell yeah I'm starting to get paranoid. Brought my sanitizer to sch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fangs guy laughed at me. Saying the dettol sanitizer couldn't possibly kills 99.9% of germs. To hell with you. I'm taking precautions. You can die if you want to. Nobody would care either. But noe what, he asked for the sanitizer after he's done bull-shitting. I guess the thought of being infected of the flu did strike his mind. So before it made him pee in his pants, he'd rather asked me for the sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good days are not for me recently. Annoying people kept pushing me off my limits. This people need to be taught a lesson before it gets to their head. I'm a person who speak my mind when need be. Mother always reprimands me for being too direct. She wants me to put them in due respect. There's absolutely no reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont do things with no reason. Only when people gets too far, that's when I'll snap. THEY should learn how to give mutual respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about this, I have to let it out here before I go bonkers surpressing it within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and irritated at how people kept coming to my mother asking for favours. What do they think we are? Human ATM? Come knocking at our door, sending pathetic msgs, showing concerns they never did, even to the extent of waiting for us when we're outdoors. And they are people close to us. Come on, what else have they got? I wouldn't be surprised if they would go all the way advertising for help from us in the papers. Call me heartless, I say they are ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no bearing in mind that WE are the ones left to fend for ourselves. The savings my Papa left is for us to use them when we're having difficulties making ends meet. Not to pay off your bloody debts, Not to let you use for your so called business. And your mindset that people who own cars are rich are so shallow! Try owning one. I'll see how rich you can get. We started off having a car as normal as we can be. We didnt strike lottery to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's always giving in after a few thoughts. For heaven's sake, I think she's just throwing money to them. My brothers and me have had our throats gone dry speaking her out of it. I know she pities them and they money-suckers knows that too. Which explains the constant 'favour'. Fortunately, mother has learnt how to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasnt been easy for mother. Though she seems brave in front of us. I know, Papa hasnt left her mind even a minute.I love her. I always hold her when she's sleeping. In order not to make it more obvious, I act as if I 'accidentally' touched her in my sleep. The more common places are her buttocks, her hips and her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned, one night, wonder what's with her, she pushed me out off the bed! Even when I get back up, she pushed me again. At last, I slept at the edge of the bed, with my whole butt out of the bed circumfrance. I laughed for a moment. So kental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..wahhhh..long post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites peepeas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-554948774615209102?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/554948774615209102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/06/usually-by-this-time-i-would-be-yawning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/554948774615209102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/554948774615209102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/06/usually-by-this-time-i-would-be-yawning.html' title='When they dont think..'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-4803650541433213584</id><published>2009-06-22T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:19:35.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have something important to do - PP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I'm a last minute person. So let me do it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's been fun todae. I have no issues with the current class except for the taring(fangs) and the asek-pegang-rambut lebeh dari perempuan(one who always touches hair more often than us ladies). But i guess its the norms. There will be 1 or 2 that would always be the least favourite to us in a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked monday lesson. Today was a rather pleasant one. Coz for the first time. I have to say, I am smarter than I was last week! Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there was big hooha in sch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the news about 2 students in RP down with H1N1 is no longer a speculation anymore. It's confirmed. The crazy thing was. Rumours has been going fast. And they were crazy rumours. It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been diligently catching the Desperate Housewives every week. I think I'm too bored, it made me think of collecting the whole series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay la. Nothing much today. I guess I'm gona do justice to the other abandoned blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921730003983718947-4803650541433213584?l=double-choco-freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4803650541433213584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/4803650541433213584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921730003983718947/posts/default/4803650541433213584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-choco-freak.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>amira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/SJ3GzShod9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FXCR1GM1qSI/s1600-R/23062008417.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921730003983718947.post-178094522205100094</id><published>2009-06-18T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:23:29.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Back Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/Sjn5OaN977I/AAAAAAAAB8w/3TUVGmlYcqE/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348580058430566322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cbf9GFiZ5Dc/Sjn5OaN977I/AAAAAAAAB8w/3TUVGmlYcqE/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been coming to me asking about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why the ceasation, whats the new url, and yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed I created another one shortly after the non existent of double-choco-freak. More personal. Which I dont intend to publicise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the benefits of those who requested me for the new blog add, lets just let me continue from here. Senang la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm down with fever todae. So? I didnt attend sch la! My head very heavy you know? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well, mother would most probably give me her deadly stare and say "kau ni macam-macam la." Translated: You are,this lah,that lah.(according to su). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been pretty much the same everydae. But I only find it fruitful if I am in the same team as Harris. I call him the 6P/answer sheet. He's bloody smart. And he always makes it a point that all of us in the same team as him understood how to do it. That's why I love being in the same team as him. He makes me learn. I wish I have him in every team throughout the semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally booked my tp test. And I'm so paranoid. I'm so pessimistic. But insyallah, I can only afford to do my best then, put everything I've learnt to the test. Ceh, padahal lagi lame seh. If Papa was here, he would have tailed me during my practicals on the road like how he would with abang. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt feel the enthusiasm from mother though. I know why .But I know she knows how much I wants this licence. I feel bad about her supporting me financially. It wasnt peanuts. I always make it a point to tell her how much I appreciates her support when I needed the cash. 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