<?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-438178667443504652</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:28:42.298-07:00</updated><category term='Welcome back.'/><category term='Mothers'/><title type='text'>Watchamacallit, You?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.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-438178667443504652.post-759407455773675629</id><published>2007-08-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:42:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I\</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine says I've changed. I'm no longer as fun as I used to be. &lt;br /&gt;Shucks. Oh well. After O's. I'll definitely be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Zaki, I'll be fun soon. Just not now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-759407455773675629?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/759407455773675629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=759407455773675629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/759407455773675629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/759407455773675629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-i.html' title='Have I\'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-7514036863033492764</id><published>2007-08-11T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:18:52.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh\</title><content type='html'>Back at Mum's place. Things aren't the same no more. I'm cold and distant to him. I don't talk or mantion his name now. To hell with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he likes me, I keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't say anything, but I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies, studies, studies.&lt;br /&gt;And I still hate that hypocrite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyouverymuch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-7514036863033492764?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7514036863033492764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=7514036863033492764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/7514036863033492764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/7514036863033492764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/argh.html' title='Argh\'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-8729488403086028737</id><published>2007-08-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:17:33.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh/</title><content type='html'>My leg is still sore from yesterday :) I still have yet to bathe and catch up on my studies and sleep. =| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a whole lot of people. And and, I think I've lost the ability to take nice photos. Goooooddddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still want a hot boyfriend :D ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-8729488403086028737?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8729488403086028737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=8729488403086028737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/8729488403086028737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/8729488403086028737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh/'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-6190844204463589608</id><published>2007-08-04T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:32:17.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She\</title><content type='html'>She's a bloody hypocrite. She's a god damn good liar. She's a fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, not you.  =| Still not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-6190844204463589608?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6190844204463589608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=6190844204463589608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/6190844204463589608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/6190844204463589608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/she.html' title='She\'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-7722874611149280831</id><published>2007-08-04T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:34:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beats By The Bay\</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Baybeats. Went with Aqilah, Ida, Ryan, Farnaim, Zaki, Omar and Ezzat. Saw like 839752039 people whom I recognised through Friendster and friends. All of them looked the same. It's like, I the same person over and over again cos they dressed and looked the same. Still, some of the guys caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends when the rest went moshing. Fuck lah, the rest of the people there were high and they were dancing very weirdly. We was laughing at them, me and Ida. Funny fuck lah they all. I was just swaying to the music. Ida then had to leave to meet her sis. I was left alone naturally. Thank God for kind souls who don't mind talking to strangers :) Then Omar came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on till 1130. Lucky the music were kinda good. Aqilah injured her wrist while moshing. They managed to bodysurf though. The people who were high passed out lah, vomit lah, fight lah, get drunk lah. Nonsense! Saw Muhaimin and gang when walking back. Surprise surprise, they were also high. Fiqah's pretty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet's sore. &lt;br /&gt;I saw many cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;People who're high are not cool when they mosh.&lt;br /&gt;People at Esplanade all look the same, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Robot and she was like, whateverrrr! Fugly.&lt;br /&gt;I still miss someone :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT WORLD! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-7722874611149280831?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7722874611149280831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=7722874611149280831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/7722874611149280831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/7722874611149280831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/beats-by-bay.html' title='Beats By The Bay\'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-1641282009294169321</id><published>2007-08-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:38.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RrNOfYRFaPI/AAAAAAAAACI/Mf3Hrd2hR-0/s1600-h/Unforgettable+(209).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094501904483182834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RrNOfYRFaPI/AAAAAAAAACI/Mf3Hrd2hR-0/s320/Unforgettable+(209).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was awesome. Ok, just really fun. Haha. Bonded with some classmates of mine. Hear that Jeremy Chua, BONDED! We do have 'class spirit' ok mothertoot. Ha. If you actually put aside your pride and ego and your know-it-all attitude, you'll realise that we are somehow bonded. perhaps you shouldn't have the tee since we're not 'bonded' enough for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, we ended school at 1230 but we reached home at 6pm. We spent about 3 to 4 hours bitching, gossiping, talking, sharing secrets with each other. In other words, bonded ;) It was funny shit. Especially me. Haha. I kept on laughing at/to myself. Seriously, Imma bimbo. That's what bimbos do. Phoebe is not a bimbo. We should do his more often guys. Yeah, it was 2 girls and 6 boys. Haha! They're nice dudes who irritate the hell out of me. We laughed our guts out lah! Seriously! It's been some time since I laughed that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home at 615. Went out at 7pm. I had English night classes. Managed to persuade the dudes to come along. Blah blah. Class ended at 915pm. We slacked underneath my old block. The guys were telling ghost stories lah! Then Hanis and I were scared so we started hurling vulgarities at them and screaming. I pulled their hairs. It was all in good fun. We sent Hanis back home cos she was scared no thanks to the guys. Afterwards, we were at the bus stop and Hairil and I thought we saw Robot's bf. His actions and body were the same so we went opposite to spy. Buuuuuttttt, we saw Andy and gang then we lost sight of him. Damn lah. Mission TUE failed. )': TopUpEzlink cos my friend had to go to the 711 opposite to do that and that was mine and Hairil's excuse to go opposite. But hey, at least I got to see Andy after eons of years of not seeing him :) Rusydi sent me and Safi back and here I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually lots of stuffs happened. I'm just too lazy to elaborate. My eyes are like shutting soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, I HATE MDM NURMAH thankyouverymuch! Like, totally hate her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss someone. I hate someone. Lalalalalalaa~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-1641282009294169321?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1641282009294169321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=1641282009294169321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/1641282009294169321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/1641282009294169321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF/'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RrNOfYRFaPI/AAAAAAAAACI/Mf3Hrd2hR-0/s72-c/Unforgettable+(209).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-5915299233762759270</id><published>2007-08-02T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:41:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho hmm/</title><content type='html'>She hasn't replied my email. Perhaps, she's forgotten who I am seeing she's replaced me already. Oh well, friends come and go. Anyhoos, I'm bored. I want a boyfriend lah. Perhaps I should invent one! But then I won't be able to smooch him leh. Nvmd nvmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so effing bored, tired and sleepy. And I have a dozen homeworks and revision to do. Fuck the examinations lah. Studies are controlling my life! The lists of things to do and study is endless. I'm not supposed to have any time to kill. I'm supposed to fill up my time with studying, studying, studying! NONSTOP! Nvmd nvmd, only 3 more months. Then I can laugh at the rest of you people out there. I guess the saying 'Patience is a virtue' is suitable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, there was this aquantaince of mine in class. She's a wannabe. Seriously. She doesn't have her own style. She rips off people. She wanna act all so cool and pretty and rich. Thing id, she isn't AT ALL. She uses Burberry and all but all of who know her pity her mum. She is living off her mum. Her mum struggles day and night and this is how her dearest daughter repay her back. As I was saying, she's willing to go alllllllllllll the way to make herself look good. Even in school. She'll be the one with foundation, blusher, mascara on her face. She even brought a hairspray to school once! What the hell. She's trying very very very very hard to impress the non-existant hot guys in our school. Don't even get me started on what she did during RHD. Let's just say, a hairdresser did her hair and she performed a 'fashion show.' Today, she tried to follow my hairstyle. I don't comb my hair so it looks naturally messy. She on the other hand, rebonds her hair and all with dozens of clip to make her hair neat. She came to school with a bun and at 10am, she made her hair all messy. It looks bloody unnatural! It was like a horse's mane for goodness sakes! We were all laughing at her. Laughing so loudly while saying how ridiculous she looked. My oh my, she looked so bad. I texted Joan and we had a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I want to sleep. Very tired. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imaginary boyfriend! Can you see him? He is so hot! The perfect guy :) I love him &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl and Robot can go have sex and reach orgasm while screaming Umbrella. Those who know what I mean should understand. Or according to a teacher, "Go fly a kite under the thunderstorm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D LOVE MY BOYFRIEND! HE"S BETTER THAN YOURS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-5915299233762759270?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5915299233762759270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=5915299233762759270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/5915299233762759270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/5915299233762759270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/ho-hmm.html' title='Ho hmm/'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-3142383088078157344</id><published>2007-08-01T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:38.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish\</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RrBnGYRFaOI/AAAAAAAAACA/qZAIogA5Vwg/s1600-h/Unforgettable+(93).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093684537847015650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RrBnGYRFaOI/AAAAAAAAACA/qZAIogA5Vwg/s320/Unforgettable+(93).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's myyyyyyyy MatRep. *in the That's My McDonalds tune*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is just a friend. Nothing more sadly. I have a love/hate relationship with him :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, it's hate. Few more minutes it might change to love. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K lame go die. Imran. K I don't know why I typed his name. Nevermind. Later he feeling feeling again. Woish, feeling jer. I AM SO BORED! WHY ISN'T ANYBODY ONLINE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I want to bathe, you smelly bastards. Hahahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-3142383088078157344?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3142383088078157344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=3142383088078157344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/3142383088078157344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/3142383088078157344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/wish.html' title='Wish\'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RrBnGYRFaOI/AAAAAAAAACA/qZAIogA5Vwg/s72-c/Unforgettable+(93).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-8282000316737564291</id><published>2007-08-01T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:55:49.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>/Hello new month</title><content type='html'>It's the new month. Which means I have about 2 months till O's. The first paper is on the 24th of October. Great. I intend on studying now. Seriously, I'm being serious. I bought all the stuffs already. I already look like a nerd with my backpack killing my shoulders. Yes, it's that heavy. Usually, my bag would not have anything inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's moving to the new place tomorrow. I'll most prolly be helping her after school. Die, I'll die. I can't wait to see the house. Someone said it's near Rusty Robot's boyfy place. Hehhh ;) Now, wouldn't that be nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met Mum. Went to her friend's place. Her hot son was home lah. I was friggin' shy ok! I was in uniform somemore. Wahhhh! Oh, I saw Min's gf on the way. She's pretty, and short. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. I mean, the notbad kind of fun. Mimin took photos in phone doing act cute poses. Bloody hell, they'll crack me up whenever I see them cos he looks so gay. He admitted a lot of stuffs. Of what he has done in the past. Taubat lah 'nak. Then, we talked about R.R and her boyfy. Why do hot guys want to have sex with ugly girls? No, seriously. I realised the only cheap girls out there are all the minahs who're fat and ugly and those havoc hot clubbers. With the exception of the hot people, why in the world would guys want to have sex with girls who have too many unnecessary fats around their body and who looks bloody ugly. Are they that desperate that they don't mind having sex with uglyfat girls just to overcome their lust? R.R must be cheap and the boyfy must be desperate. Please break up with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss and hate a lot of people. I hate Mdm. Tao for saying what she said. Bloody fucker. I love Fio for what she did to Isabel :D Hakim's birthday is in 16 more days. 17 more days and it would have been one year. Whatever, his better at being a friend anyways. And oh, I miss her boyfy and Desperate Housewives and Heroes. Yes, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate the Robot. Oh, let's bitch about her again. It kills time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-8282000316737564291?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8282000316737564291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=8282000316737564291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/8282000316737564291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/8282000316737564291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-new-month.html' title='/Hello new month'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-5265310538773100349</id><published>2007-07-30T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:34:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstances</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be in a situation where I be the mean one. I don't want it to look as though I love one more than the other one. I love both equally the same but I am just closer and comfortable-er to her more. That closeness is formed through 10 years of living with her. I lived with her 5 days a week whereas with you, 2 days a week only. 3 extra days multiply by 48 weeks is  144 more days. Multiply that by 10 years and you'll know why I prefer staying with her. Honestly dad, I do love you. It's just that I'm closer to mama. Don't make it sound as though I don't love you or don't prefer you. Argh. Why must I be in this situation? Why can't it be like last time? Where I look forward to coming back to your house? Now, I'm stuck. But whatever the outcome is, though I already know it, I still and always will love you the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Papa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, you guys so don't know what I'm going through now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-5265310538773100349?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5265310538773100349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=5265310538773100349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/5265310538773100349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/5265310538773100349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/circumstances.html' title='Circumstances'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-4118210697834814698</id><published>2007-07-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelinggggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqywMYRFaMI/AAAAAAAAABw/qo_-PgH1jY0/s1600-h/561879662l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092639005368215746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqywMYRFaMI/AAAAAAAAABw/qo_-PgH1jY0/s320/561879662l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;wait we big we get married ok&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;haha hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;dream on&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;i dream better&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;kire kahwin&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;than all lagu hindustand&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;than we got beautiful children&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;stop it seh you&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;u dont want to marry me&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;u so bad&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;stop it lah seh&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;u malu ehk&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;dah gatal ke? dah fikir pasal kahwin kahwin?&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahaaa&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;malu for what seh&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;no lah&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;planning onli&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, like real.&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;later you go marry sher&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;dont want uh&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to marry u&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;for sure ur mother let ritre&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;*rite&lt;br /&gt;Rifhan says, "Affair khapoosh!" says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;ur mom knows me and my family rite&lt;br /&gt;iMrAn says:&lt;br /&gt;that means can marry la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA! :D That's the guy on top. He wants me to put him as my future husband. HA HA HA :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-4118210697834814698?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4118210697834814698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=4118210697834814698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/4118210697834814698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/4118210697834814698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/feelinggggg.html' title='Feelinggggg'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqywMYRFaMI/AAAAAAAAABw/qo_-PgH1jY0/s72-c/561879662l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-6445492918575384946</id><published>2007-07-29T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:38.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'>Love\</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqyfFYRFaLI/AAAAAAAAABo/KxypLy1QO_A/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092620193411459250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqyfFYRFaLI/AAAAAAAAABo/KxypLy1QO_A/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is my dearest mummy. Since she knows how much I love her, I'll tell the entire world now. Ok, maybe not the entire world. Only the miserable souls who actually reads my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and my mum, we're like girlfriends. We would walk around the house half naked, sometimes fully naked, like nobody's business. We would then laugh at each other. We sleep together everyday. Yes, I still sleep with my mummy. I feel much more secure and safe with her by my side. She's my living bolster. I hug her so tightly till she complains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She tells me her problems and I tell her mine. Though other than bgr, everything else it laid bare on the table. She complains to me, she cries to me and she laughs her heartiest laughter to me. Not many mums cry in front of her daughters. My mum and I don't lead an easily though we're slightly better compared to those who are far worser than us. We potray the perfect family but trust me, we're not. She depends on me and I on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though I may get angry and curse her, I definitely don't mean it. God kill me if I do. Blame it on the raging hormones. I realise that I missed every single thing of her when I'm not with her. I'm not going to be with her for this entire month and a half. I'll only meet up with her twice or thrice a week due to unforseen circumstances. Only friends and families knows what happened. If time allow, I'll sleep with her at where she is staying at. The very first day when the truth hit me in the first that I'm not going to be with my mum for 50 days, I bawled my eyes out. I cried everywhere, anytime. I was an emotional wreck. I even cried in school. That's how much I missed my mum and mind you, it has only been 7 days without her. Though, I have met her 4 times and she slept with me once :) I missed her everything. I know that sounds very cliche but it's true. I missed her naggings, her cookings, her hugs and kisses, her laughter, her touch, her talking to herself. Everything.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though I just came back from meeting her, I am missing her already. Knowing that I am going to bed without her by my side saddens me. When I meet up with my mum, I make sure time is well spent. I'll hold her hand tight, fearing I might lose her in the crowd. I clutch her waist, protecting her from the perverts and horny guys. I get protective and I become selfish. I don't want anyone ruining the day, our day. Our days are usually spent walking around, commenting on other people, laughing, shopping, eating, gossiping and just asking how each other's day went. It's the little things that makes the day special and memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before we part at the interchange, I start feeling sad. But she'll always assure me that we will meet soon. I hold on to her for the last time, hug and kiss her three times before letting her go. I'll wait till she gets on the bus before going to my stop. Then, I'll send her messages, thanking her for spending the day with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know my mum knows that I love her with all my heart. Now, you know too. Start loving yours like I do. When she's not with you, you'll start regretting not spending enough time with her. Like they say, A mother's love can never be compared to anything. It is very very true. I once attended a workshop. When the instructors asked us when was the last time anyone said "I love you" to your parents, I was one of the very few who still does it. I was taken aback when I saw the number of people who don't say those three words to their parents. It was nearly 99.5% of the students. I was startled and felt sorry for them. For what, I do not know. I just did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I bet when you say those three words with a kiss to anyone of your parents, especially your mum, you'll see a smile forming at both of your faces. She'll realise that you appreciate what she has done to you. You'll feel a special feeling, a feeling that's undescribable. Only you can feel it. And if you don't feel it when you say those words, obviously you didn't mean it when you said it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum, I love you with all my heart. Honestly, truely, definitely. Mwah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Mama mama, mama sayang adik? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: Sayannnngggg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Banyak ke sikit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: Banyak sekali..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Berape banyak? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: Macam sky..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: *Smiles and kisses her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-6445492918575384946?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6445492918575384946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=6445492918575384946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/6445492918575384946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/6445492918575384946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/love.html' title='Love\'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqyfFYRFaLI/AAAAAAAAABo/KxypLy1QO_A/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-6465394665087677969</id><published>2007-07-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:39.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugg\</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqwJrIRFaJI/AAAAAAAAABY/I5IEUPP_lUc/s1600-h/Picture+010[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092455915207354514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqwJrIRFaJI/AAAAAAAAABY/I5IEUPP_lUc/s320/Picture+010%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so addicted to Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry. Her lyrics and voice soothes me and makes me feel better. What more on a lazy. rainy, cool Sunday. Bliss.. An excuse for me to put on my white, comfortable ugg boots. Yes, I have ugg boots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss that Rusty Robot's bf :( He sucks also lah. Grrrrr..&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-6465394665087677969?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6465394665087677969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=6465394665087677969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/6465394665087677969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/6465394665087677969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/ugg.html' title='ugg\'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/RqwJrIRFaJI/AAAAAAAAABY/I5IEUPP_lUc/s72-c/Picture+010%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-2700337999771813056</id><published>2007-07-28T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:00:08.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot/</title><content type='html'>So, it's a Rainday instead of a Sunday. How ironic. The Simpsons was the shit. It was entertaining right from the start till the very ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only lead, I don't read."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hate a certain metal leg :) UGH! Rusty metal leg/ Rihanna/ Robot. She so suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-2700337999771813056?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2700337999771813056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=2700337999771813056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/2700337999771813056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/2700337999771813056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/robot.html' title='Robot/'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-1845415609547298452</id><published>2007-07-28T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:49:07.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain-day</title><content type='html'>Anybody who watches Matrix will have to know that Trinity's outfit throughtout the entire show is just so wrong. Those who have not watched Matrix once in their entire miserable life must be an asshole. Mr. Smith dodges 28974 bullets, unlike you. They computerise everything into their brain. How I wish school was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining cats and dogs today. An effing cold day. I was talking, or chatting, to some girlfriends. They left me all alone in the chatroom cos they had to study. They sound like nerd but hey, we're expected to be one for the next 2 months. Not be all shopaholic. Rifhan, you're so dead. Ok, next week will be mugging non-stop. I have to. Mass communications will be far out of my league if I don't start now. But, after the movie please. The Simpsons will be at night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're empty. So are you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-1845415609547298452?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1845415609547298452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=1845415609547298452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/1845415609547298452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/1845415609547298452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-day.html' title='Rain-day'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438178667443504652.post-537838268111564654</id><published>2007-07-27T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:55:37.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome back.'/><title type='text'>HAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is my 438958973490238 blog. I forgot what was my password for my previous blog. May it rest in blog heaven/hell. I think, THINK, this'll last. Due to the fact that I am gonna be crashing at dad's crib for some time. A month or so. Dad's crib = 24/7 internet access. It'll help me kill time. Time that is supposed to be spent wisely for studying for my oh so important exam which will decide my future. Niiiicccceeee.. I'm getting bored. Shit, I forgot my password and blog address already! Grrreeeaaatttt.. =.=" I suck at typing emotion faces :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/438178667443504652-537838268111564654?l=rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/feeds/537838268111564654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=438178667443504652&amp;postID=537838268111564654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/537838268111564654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/438178667443504652/posts/default/537838268111564654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rifhan-isnotyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha.html' title='HAHA!'/><author><name>Rifhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16327735215241733729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuRCez2BMU/SsYIyln9CqI/AAAAAAAAADw/CTmtSTDe8sk/S220/9529_156941571467_590611467_3707837_4184508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
