<?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-1333069485087728594</id><updated>2011-11-10T18:06:25.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sHiFi Al-</title><subtitle type='html'>-Accomplishment-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1469623757812591153</id><published>2011-03-11T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:11:01.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Bathroom Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i'm working near the "hookers district" and i really needed the loo so i went the the public toilet at the mall near by. I know its rude to listen to others conversation but the bunch of&amp;nbsp;damn&amp;nbsp;girls&amp;nbsp; spoke as if the whole freaking toilet was a club aint my fault, i was just happy the cubicle didnt stink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BoBNd_6wBtU/TXm71mK8mTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4EUp_O0wmhA/s1600/SLUT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BoBNd_6wBtU/TXm71mK8mTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4EUp_O0wmhA/s320/SLUT.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a girl started the convo : " eh i slept with him last night cause his wife went to her mothers house with the kids, innocent biatch doesnt knw wat she is missing, damn that boy got a booty like *******" kk skip the details. Then her friend asked her why she still seeing the guy cause its like been 2 years and he not divorcing, she said "okay what he gives me all of his attention, and his there for me when i need him, his good with what he does and i like our random dinner besides he says i'm way better than her, see i told you i was good * burst out giggling*". i&amp;nbsp;got out from the cubicle: the curiousity became disgust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since when has being cheap counted as "empowerment"?...Hey, I'm all for getting in touch with the "inner goddess" by pole dancing you're way to "new you", but you can't get lobster thermidore out of a can of tuna.You know having a vagina doesn't make it obligatory for you to breed really, get a life.I mean there are lots of single women in the world that have yet to spontaneously combust due to lack of the presence of a penis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sleeping around is one thing but sleeping with a man who has kids and a wife is another&amp;nbsp;messed up&amp;nbsp;story why'd you do dat for? its not that your oblivious to the fact that his got a ring on his finger but saying that you want the ring in all the right places? seriously wtf!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to that bathroom was a&amp;nbsp;oh goodness gracious me moment,&amp;nbsp;i mean&amp;nbsp;see alot of them hookers&amp;nbsp;walking around earning a living out of it and mostly are unaware the guy is married. But damn! you knew he was married u think his kids are cute unlike the faggot mother which a.k.a is his wife lah skank. Yea he is in the wrong too but come on put yourself in her shoes would you want some bitch groping your man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;No shame No backbone No friggid spine to realise that the dude just using you for a temp job and your kinda FOC. I mean after 2 years and he hasnt divorced kinda said alot dont you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1469623757812591153?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1469623757812591153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1469623757812591153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1469623757812591153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1469623757812591153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2011/03/bathroom-horror-so-im-working-near.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BoBNd_6wBtU/TXm71mK8mTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4EUp_O0wmhA/s72-c/SLUT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2373766988417302234</id><published>2011-02-07T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:53:15.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Big Bang Bust&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"When I was eighteen and I didn't have a boyfriend, I never felt bad about it. Because I figured someday I would. My friends and I had plenty of fun alone. What ruins the fun is the fear that you'll be that way forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was preetty messed up, i started it off with the crippled indian boy finding my friendster account which is blardy pai seh to the max of anything maxingly possible. haiz takes that mtf to find shit like that. Secretly i would have found it hilarious oh wells i was young and foolish (still tryna find myself kinda shit). I really hope he doesnt find my blog cause that would be another bust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TSHDRwhdjyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mymxee3GbR8/s1600/th_Love_Hurts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TSHDRwhdjyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mymxee3GbR8/s200/th_Love_Hurts.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Another bust : SHit he knows he so damn knows should i hide my face under ultimate damnation = i dont know how to face the world cause they know. OMG and its a freaking conspiracy. haiz thats it, its on with the new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Thats kinda the policy : once thou knows thy shall have to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;In other words never put yourself six feet under their foot with foolish hopes and dreams when you know your cover is blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8185529468172363470?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8185529468172363470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8185529468172363470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8185529468172363470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8185529468172363470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-bang-bust-when-i-was-eighteen-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb 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UNIVERSITY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Focus on Studies instead of drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take my damn triangle plate off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get a new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plan for daddy 50th next Year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Read : "shit i'm 20 what do i do with my life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stop obsessing over Blackbear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe play more sports &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Catch Up with my lost frens _haiz_ *miss them*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wine, Dine And have an awesome Time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Three cheers for the sexy drive for my awesome 2011 ( well hoping for it anyway)&amp;nbsp;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yea Blogs are cheesy its so last century but it sure as hell takes a whole lot of angst moments outta your system!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2318013310625213909?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2318013310625213909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2318013310625213909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2318013310625213909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blue;"&gt;OBJECT OF DESPAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(By Fahim Firfiray)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma is a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;And so is Aisha too&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues going into court&lt;br /&gt;At circa half past two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1 O'Clock right now&lt;br /&gt;They grab a bite before the trial&lt;br /&gt;They chat about this and that&lt;br /&gt;Conversing with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha is in full hijab&lt;br /&gt;With a loose all over suit&lt;br /&gt;Emma's in her business wear&lt;br /&gt;With accessories taboot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's really quite bemused&lt;br /&gt;At Aisha's godly ways&lt;br /&gt;She looks Aisha in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;And very firmly says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a smart girl Aisha&lt;br /&gt;Why do you wear that across your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Subjugated by "man"-kind&lt;br /&gt;An object of despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it off my sister&lt;br /&gt;Let your banner be unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Don't blindly follow all around&lt;br /&gt;DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha is amazed&lt;br /&gt;But not the least bit shy&lt;br /&gt;She bravely puts her milkshake down&lt;br /&gt;And gives Emma the reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister Emma,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you dress the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;The skirt you're wearing round your waist,&lt;br /&gt;Is it really you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've sat down&lt;br /&gt;I see you tug it across your thighs,&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;Aware of prying eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're sitting,&lt;br /&gt;Both legs joined at the knees,&lt;br /&gt;Who forces you to sit like that?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel at ease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you who obliges you,&lt;br /&gt;To dress the way you do,&lt;br /&gt;Gucci, Klein, and St. Laurent&lt;br /&gt;All have designs on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the main, its men my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who dictate the whims of fashion,&lt;br /&gt;Generating all the garb,&lt;br /&gt;To incite the basest passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sex Sells" there is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;But who buys with such great haste,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is likes like you,&lt;br /&gt;Because they want to be embraced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to be accepted,&lt;br /&gt;On a level playing field&lt;br /&gt;Sure, with brain and intellect&lt;br /&gt;But with body parts revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence and reason&lt;br /&gt;Are useful by and by&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to make a mark&lt;br /&gt;Stay appealing to the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim your skirt is office like&lt;br /&gt;A business dress of sorts&lt;br /&gt;Would we not laugh at Tony Blair?&lt;br /&gt;If he turned up in shorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His could be the poshest of pants&lt;br /&gt;Pinstripe from Saville Rowe&lt;br /&gt;But walking round like that my friend&lt;br /&gt;He'd really have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you douse yourself in creams&lt;br /&gt;To make your skin so milky?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you rip off all your hair&lt;br /&gt;To keep your body silky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple shower's all you need&lt;br /&gt;To stay respectable and clean&lt;br /&gt;The time and money that you spend&lt;br /&gt;Is really quite obscene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you wake up at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;To apply a firm foundation,&lt;br /&gt;Topped with make up and the like,&lt;br /&gt;In one chaotic combination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you should have to leave the house&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of this routine&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel insecure&lt;br /&gt;That you should not be seen?&lt;br /&gt;Be free my sister Emma&lt;br /&gt;Escape from your deep mire&lt;br /&gt;Don hijab today my friend&lt;br /&gt;And all Islam's attire&lt;br /&gt;Avoid all those sickly stares&lt;br /&gt;Or whistles from afar&lt;br /&gt;Walk down the street with dignity&lt;br /&gt;Take pride in who you are&lt;br /&gt;Strength lies in anonymity&lt;br /&gt;Be a shadow in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Until you speak and interact&lt;br /&gt;When your voice will carry loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a smart girl Emma&lt;br /&gt;Wear this across your hair&lt;br /&gt;Don't be subjugated by "man"-kind&lt;br /&gt;An object of despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use your very words my friend&lt;br /&gt;Let your banner be unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Don't blindly follow all around&lt;br /&gt;DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-9197194541547756657?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/9197194541547756657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=9197194541547756657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9197194541547756657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9197194541547756657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/11/trully-amazing-object-of-despair-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7776709828860073866</id><published>2010-09-05T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:55:15.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Penis and Vagina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my crude title but i've got alot more anger management issues to deal with, couldnt come up with a better way to phrase the boy girl shit lalallaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say this yes scream it if i could DAMN IT ARGHHHHHH. Whats the the difference between your damn son and me goodness gracious me! I'm way older than him! He just hit puberty and i'm close to loosing my hormones- age doesnt &amp;nbsp;change shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So the SON says: &amp;nbsp;Dad i'm going out, friends place at Ang Mo Kio or somewhere like that, see you later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dad says: oh okay Mum sending you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Son: Not sure should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dad : Okay ( walks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Now daughter goes up to him later on that same night and says : Dad can i go study with my frens tmr at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dad : What ?! for what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Daughter : I need help with my family law subject thought i 'd get some help from friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dad: No No if you want ask them to come over your place. i'll be home anyway. Nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I emphasize the fact that i shitting wanted to get help from my friends but nooooooooooooooooo. Was it so damn difficult to say yea okay sure. Its not like i was going to town or my fren's house OMG OMG OMG its the freaking school. The smelly old boring- like school, the shit is wrong with this !!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TIKEF8bvXBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j-nnmI8K3gw/s1600/girls--guns-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TIKEF8bvXBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j-nnmI8K3gw/s320/girls--guns-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna fuckin study not screw some dude over you know! Mother of all shitness lah. This is so messed up. Frustration really bites on the ass. I'm really tempted to scream BITCHHHHHHHHHes I was born cursed. Cause i dont have a freaking penis. MY manhood cant be used to get what i want! seriously lah gender crisis MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA i get it ,the&amp;nbsp;penis in the family&amp;nbsp;always get the shit they want right? the dating of girls! the party out times with frens! the chance for a boarding school! the fucking freedom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stuck with picking up the pieces of my family, planning the&amp;nbsp; birthday parties, taking care of the siblings, making sure household is good shape for the parents, stay home safety kit, no boyfren policy, study close to home bullshit, no going out with frens to pollute your mind nonsense and THE ANTI-FREEDOM dummy. THE LIFE of the vagina's in the family. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GETs better everyday: story of the&amp;nbsp;18 year old socially inactive vagina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7776709828860073866?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7776709828860073866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7776709828860073866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7776709828860073866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7776709828860073866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/09/penis-and-vagina-excuse-my-crude-title.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TIKEF8bvXBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j-nnmI8K3gw/s72-c/girls--guns-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1740273512962274683</id><published>2010-08-11T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:35:41.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;DOO DOO DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi casa u casa bullshit. Alrighty heres the drill : ITS FREAKING study break YAHOOOOOO. Well my life's been a rather tangled knot and alright not so drastic lah. Frustrations so far kept a side. Sadness drama left into a lil box. Yea you know the pull out the emo brakes and hop&amp;nbsp;onto the HAPPY DOO DAA ride kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TGJuaO0-3HI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8qrXOCvB7xI/s1600/Boring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TGJuaO0-3HI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8qrXOCvB7xI/s320/Boring.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its kinda been dead, wait not really dead, more of a I know what you did last summer dead, where you feel like the person&amp;nbsp; is dead but its actually quite alive and killing all your friends. Yea thats probably me right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Clueless to why i'm lacking the adventure boots and challenging backpack ideal life i preferred. You know the always on a fast track, jumping hoops and playing black jack bullshit. I miss poker damn&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp;i've been such a whuss playing bejeweled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Its official i'm turning boring. I'm being too laid back its maddening!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Thats it : no more daaa daa doo time,&amp;nbsp;gotta crap up&amp;nbsp;to get a job, pull onto the career drive and earn some Yusuf Ishaks babeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EIther that or&amp;nbsp;join some lame self-help talks that helps you think about ur future and bullshit ( NAHHH )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1740273512962274683?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1740273512962274683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1740273512962274683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1740273512962274683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1740273512962274683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/08/doo-doo-da-mi-casa-u-casa-bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TGJuaO0-3HI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8qrXOCvB7xI/s72-c/Boring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8841706435481232850</id><published>2010-07-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:41:21.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THE" Convo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nona : Tomorrow lunch amacaammz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Shikiz&amp;nbsp;: before contract lec??? bleh ke pe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nona&amp;nbsp;: set ah blood, gua ade accounting abes kol 11 ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Shikiz : gua sampai gitu gua telephone bloods bleh tak??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nona : takble ah blood, hp gua dah mati ah. lu gi call blood itam bleh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Shikiz :&amp;nbsp;kmak si blood itam tu, okay lah bleh lah..ape2 gua msg itam..kul 2 gitu? lau lmbat blood gi mkn dlu ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Shikiz : kull ke pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nona : gua ader contract tutorial kol 2 ah. kimak sial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Shikiz : lamak lau gitu blood gi jumpa sblum contract lec dah, tea time leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nona : kalao sempat gua dont mind uh. pape gua msg kae? outzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nona : &amp;nbsp;XDD we never spoke of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Shikiz :&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;‎:) *sealed lips*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hhahaha my first ever attempt in speaking the lingo i'd say pretty well done hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;( one of the stupid things we could do ).... &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lisah A.K.A Nona gosh i miss her shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDsm8CzgagI/AAAAAAAAAYU/328UD3F13-Y/s1600/GEDC0437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDsm8CzgagI/AAAAAAAAAYU/328UD3F13-Y/s320/GEDC0437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omar A.K.A&amp;nbsp;Itam i cldnt resist adding his shit into the pic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDspWuF82rI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MazlX5jf9XY/s1600/GEDC0361+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDspWuF82rI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MazlX5jf9XY/s320/GEDC0361+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8841706435481232850?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8841706435481232850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8841706435481232850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8841706435481232850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8841706435481232850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/07/convo-nona-tomorrow-lunch-amacaammz.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDsm8CzgagI/AAAAAAAAAYU/328UD3F13-Y/s72-c/GEDC0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7325324072576715540</id><published>2010-07-06T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:06:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDNGQCzrx5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zCtYCi-ZK-k/s1600/3609536891_ac14978478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDNGQCzrx5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zCtYCi-ZK-k/s320/3609536891_ac14978478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wanna be the girl that he talks to his friends about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wanna be the girl that always comes first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wanna be the girl he never wants to live without,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wanna be the girl who's hand he's holding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I wanna be the girl he looks at and smiles and then says to his friends, "That's her, she's the one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A girl asked a boy if she was pretty. He said no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then she asked him he liked her and he said no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever. He said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away. He again said no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She had heard too much. She needed to leave. As she walked away........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He said "You're not pretty, you're beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like you, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7325324072576715540?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7325324072576715540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7325324072576715540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7325324072576715540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7325324072576715540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TDNGQCzrx5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zCtYCi-ZK-k/s72-c/3609536891_ac14978478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-9195742134933042562</id><published>2010-06-27T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:07:41.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCd3BEx-_NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rUfGrMeXm9Y/s1600/friend7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCd3BEx-_NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rUfGrMeXm9Y/s320/friend7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 becomes 2 + 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thought it was an awesome song - Pressure PARAMORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Reality check i need to see it's time to deal with changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tell me where our time went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And if it was time well spent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just dont let me fall asleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Feeling empty again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cause I fear I might break &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I fear I cant take it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Some night I'll lie awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Feeling empty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can feel the Pressure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;its getting closer now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We're better off without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can feel the pressure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;its getting closer now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We're better off without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now that I'm losing hope &lt;br /&gt;And theres nothing else to show &lt;br /&gt;For all of the days that were spent &lt;br /&gt;carrying away from hope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings I'll never know &lt;br /&gt;And I had to let them go &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting all alone &lt;br /&gt;Feeling empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pressure &lt;br /&gt;its getting closer now &lt;br /&gt;We're better off without you &lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pressure &lt;br /&gt;its getting closer now &lt;br /&gt;We're better off without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings I'll never know &lt;br /&gt;And I had to let them go &lt;br /&gt;Somethings I'll never know &lt;br /&gt;And I had to let them go &lt;br /&gt;But I'm sitting all alone &lt;br /&gt;Feeling empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pressure &lt;br /&gt;its getting closer now &lt;br /&gt;We're better off without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pressure &lt;br /&gt;its getting closer now &lt;br /&gt;You're better off without me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-9195742134933042562?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/9195742134933042562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=9195742134933042562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9195742134933042562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9195742134933042562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-becomes-2-1-thought-it-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCd3BEx-_NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rUfGrMeXm9Y/s72-c/friend7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-144824303581189436</id><published>2010-06-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:05:43.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCDfDMR8fJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QcP0z5B2kms/s1600/GEDC0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCDfDMR8fJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QcP0z5B2kms/s320/GEDC0475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCDeKIEUa3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/U-6YcCyadwg/s1600/DSC00081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCDeKIEUa3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/U-6YcCyadwg/s320/DSC00081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sista Dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the girl that calls me "Peter" in a really weird british voice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one that i laugh with about boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My freaking skank and my whore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The blardy bitch i'd do anything for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes me straighten her hair at weird hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blardy ass would steal my que&amp;nbsp;when its time to&amp;nbsp;shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes that swine makes me late for school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to see if her backpack and shoes look cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet the lil annoying&amp;nbsp;things that she does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like&amp;nbsp;her constant nags and her fuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are the ones i miss the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO heres your post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE YEA SKANKY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCDe874NteI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DJVa7ywIeHk/s1600/GEDC0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCDe874NteI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DJVa7ywIeHk/s320/GEDC0710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-144824303581189436?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/144824303581189436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=144824303581189436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/144824303581189436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/144824303581189436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/sista-dear-she-is-girl-that-calls-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TCDfDMR8fJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QcP0z5B2kms/s72-c/GEDC0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1981598618223853877</id><published>2010-06-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:30:53.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the"&amp;nbsp;decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TB4z6cKlrfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WjwfjFb6C-Y/s1600/eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TB4z6cKlrfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WjwfjFb6C-Y/s320/eye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been told to scramble all thoughts of ever wanting a guy who looks like you. They say your characters/personalities are all the same, the ones you hang out with are the ones that will be the death of you. If you need the company well too bad your the only one to blame. So now make the damn decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you are trap in such hatred towards him how do you see a possibility of me being happy? If you say you dont want me to fall then why trip my source of gravity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now you want me to do the impossible, break his heart and shatter mine thats what parents are for right? They watch&amp;nbsp;you crumble thinking you'll be better in time. You know right about now i rather be cheated then defeated by the two most important people in my life. I cant believe you'd do this. Threaten to disown me or force me into slavery? so whats my choice? is it really my life then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1981598618223853877?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1981598618223853877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1981598618223853877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1981598618223853877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1981598618223853877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-told-to-scramble-all-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TB4z6cKlrfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WjwfjFb6C-Y/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4608756945891752892</id><published>2010-06-18T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:04:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like theives : Steal your love and leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;Likes roaming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I Like Stayin In,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;i&amp;nbsp;Like Romancing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;Like Rolling With Friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I'm Too Loyal.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;And Too Focused.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;To Be Losing.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;And Be Hopeless..,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBtJRn_GqxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/n-W99LOxKiE/s1600/TinieTempah-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBtJRn_GqxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/n-W99LOxKiE/s320/TinieTempah-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;When I Spoke This, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;He Rejoiced it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Said Your Word Get Me Open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;So I Closed It, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Where Your Clothes Is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I'm Only Lovin' For The Moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've finally made my mind up, sort it through, talk a lil crap&amp;nbsp;too, maybe said somethings that probably made me feel like i was probably just as cheesy as you but i guess it was good to let it out. First fight i've had haha! but hey what the shit it helped me through. Guess your sticking around :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;" You'll start and i'll follow behind, one way or another your still mine&amp;nbsp;"&amp;nbsp; did you have to say that i mean seriously&amp;nbsp;damn! i'm turning gay-er by the moment fuck it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4608756945891752892?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4608756945891752892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4608756945891752892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4608756945891752892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4608756945891752892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-theives-steal-your-love-and-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBtJRn_GqxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/n-W99LOxKiE/s72-c/TinieTempah-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8738911077367261159</id><published>2010-06-17T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:48:55.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" THE Good Guy "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBnM7hW6ElI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YcuXoojUDEM/s1600/poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBnM7hW6ElI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YcuXoojUDEM/s400/poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Awesome movie really an eye-opener. Helps confused lil hopeless date-ers to decide if they are really in love with the "one" haha well actually you never really know who the "one" is but you could wish about it i think?? not sure. Its not as cheesy as it looks and makes even the sweet talkers look like faggots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Difference between a phase and love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;Phase : probably when you think the dude couldnt get any sweeter, his like really adorable omg i think i really am falling for him bullshit but when it comes to shit hitting the fence you dont really feel that connection after awhile when your brain starts to think about it. Maybe you thought the ideal guy was good with words but do you miss him so much you dread not being able to see him? AFter the cheesyness is he the one you wanna text or call let alone have a convo with? is it love then or just a phase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Attraction is a good word&lt;/span&gt;, crush well not so, a lil fun under the sun could be one but why cant i seem to describe you. Its like a freaking puzzle. We have fun convos YES, supportive definitely YES, sweet &amp;amp; gentlement -like hell&amp;nbsp;YES, stable and loyal uhhh YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBnSSEhQFOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/xesn1M6ufvA/s1600/brokenhearticon150gif.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBnSSEhQFOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/xesn1M6ufvA/s320/brokenhearticon150gif.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe its because it doesnt &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;keep me on my toes, on the edge kinda thing, i dont feel the EMPH factor that crazy ass wowness that&amp;nbsp;gets me feeling like a dizzy dim whit.&lt;/span&gt; I think its called chemistry between to people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Where is the volume , the complexity , the 'dare to be crazy' i'll jump off a roof with you, the adventure, the witty&amp;nbsp;rants and raw emotions gone&amp;nbsp;BOOM feeling?&amp;nbsp;Its missing....&amp;nbsp;guess i just got swept away with sweetness?&amp;nbsp;i wanted a nice guy hopeleessly sensitive dude but where is the balls of fury feeling? &amp;nbsp;&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/1333069485087728594-8738911077367261159?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8738911077367261159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8738911077367261159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8738911077367261159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8738911077367261159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-guy-awesome-movie-really-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBnM7hW6ElI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YcuXoojUDEM/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2622459297551104897</id><published>2010-06-12T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:06:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stitch &amp;amp; Pooh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBMxr9b6_PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/O_hrZRLfXGM/s1600/11062010157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBMxr9b6_PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/O_hrZRLfXGM/s320/11062010157.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pooh : 1 4 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stitch : cool maths&amp;nbsp;number pattern&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntec &amp;amp; Esplanade 0h and Marina Awesome places :) nice view, great times boo. &lt;br /&gt;(nightmare&amp;nbsp;on elm street was freaky i swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I'd walked into a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Probably tripped on my own feet and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp; then your hand came to sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Without a word you held me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBMxJFdL5RI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I6g3qy_i0VU/s1600/Picture+0290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBMxJFdL5RI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I6g3qy_i0VU/s320/Picture+0290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd cry in the middle of my sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;Probably from the cuts that burn deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;But you&amp;nbsp;never wanted to&amp;nbsp;walk away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;Hush my darling you'll be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;has words of &amp;nbsp;the Mr&amp;nbsp;cheesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;not the dick dates&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;Mc Squeezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The kinda that&amp;nbsp;gives a jacket worth smiling for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The sweet surrender that i trully adore (always be my&amp;nbsp;whore) heee&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/1333069485087728594-2622459297551104897?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2622459297551104897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2622459297551104897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2622459297551104897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2622459297551104897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/stitch-pooh-pooh-1-4-3-stitch-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBMxr9b6_PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/O_hrZRLfXGM/s72-c/11062010157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1185628467943437631</id><published>2010-06-11T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:51:59.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Girls &amp;amp; Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with boys is that they make you think they love you when they don't. The problem with girls are they make you think they don't love you when they really do. Just like how girls would give sex for love and how easily guys spit love for the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep eyes sharp dont sell yourself short &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBHczsLb-0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/z71fT8aAmQE/s1600/thedifferencebetweengirlsandboys.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBHczsLb-0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/z71fT8aAmQE/s320/thedifferencebetweengirlsandboys.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBHc9PO5IuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-aIymUSPMQo/s1600/boysandgirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBHc9PO5IuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-aIymUSPMQo/s320/boysandgirls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1185628467943437631?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1185628467943437631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1185628467943437631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1185628467943437631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1185628467943437631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-boys-problem-with-boys-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TBHczsLb-0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/z71fT8aAmQE/s72-c/thedifferencebetweengirlsandboys.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3681150623614336948</id><published>2010-06-04T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:27:45.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO not AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BA my friends really paint the sexiest picture in my life, yes the sexiest thing i need to make my day loook like a freaking heaven. It gives me so much freaking patience not wanting to kill my own members in the process of doing events. MY HATE List! newly created thanks to the good old chaps that just makes me wanna thank god for patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exco-member who vanishes everytime events gets tough to handle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me sacrificing arms and legs to ensure numbers are kept even when i stupidly know i cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tolerating the shit that organizers spit out in my ear reagarding the performance of a committee member&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feeling so panicky everytime only 2 people turn up out of the four who stated attendance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I get clingy to what i do so much so i dont attend class though i am super weak in that area! &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;i'm failing accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grades has the possibility to drop six feet under&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When shit hits the fence! i'm the poop picker! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its okay to abandon ship &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;(captain jumps over board) Sharifah can handle the crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh I need manpower, manpower ,manpower &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;( sharifah is expected to clap hands and spread arab magic to create people from sand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"yes thanks i know BA main comm&amp;nbsp;can do it " emails : &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;( LAST I CHECK BA MAIN-COMM RAN WITH THREE PEOPLE RIGHT )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TAi4yozmXhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7d_KMX6-b-s/s1600/Anger.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TAi4yozmXhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7d_KMX6-b-s/s320/Anger.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think i'm just about ready to pull my WHite FLAg up i bet there are more tolerating people in this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3681150623614336948?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3681150623614336948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3681150623614336948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3681150623614336948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3681150623614336948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-not-again-ba-my-friends-really-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/TAi4yozmXhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7d_KMX6-b-s/s72-c/Anger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4091526970233000493</id><published>2010-06-03T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:11:05.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Confusion my middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Homer: " Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Marge: "Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lisa: "Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bart: "You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Homer: "Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Marge: "Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Homer: "Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Marge: "Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Homer: "Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bart: "Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Homer: "Bart, go to your room." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I've had it with the damn tests its freaking shit. Its like one minute i seriously get what the fuck i'm doing and the next i'm screaming hoLLLy shit! thats not the way the answer suppose to be like. Throughout my accounts paper i confused myself so much so i forgot what the fuck my admin number was and i had to keep looking at my matric card to figure out what the hell i was suppose to write in the admin number blank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Dont even get me started with MBS, to hell with it!!! first it was the ALICE 2.0 mambo jumbo now its the paper itself with data nonsense and i think something to do with ERP when i figure my life out maybe i'll put in some effort tryna firgure how the whole business crap fits in with the computer crap aites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4091526970233000493?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4091526970233000493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4091526970233000493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4091526970233000493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4091526970233000493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/06/confusion-my-middle-name-homer-marge.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-212099274143943965</id><published>2010-05-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:41:08.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma MA Mia&amp;nbsp;Projecto due-lo kill me -o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had sudden spanish accent rush :) like sugar rush! not sure if it makes sense i just added a l &amp;amp; o at the back of the words. heee sounds spanish ish right? haha who gives a shit. weeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think my family law report rocks socks man! it was freaking 18- 20&amp;nbsp;pages long though not sure if that was a smart move. hmmph shall keep that down low. so besides that shitty shit shit i havent found my dress for the wedding in KL which is approximately uhhhhh three days time oh my ! oh me! its too fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_plP1ECSBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FesxoS8oCuo/s1600/stress-mand-WM_strip_DK_20100403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_plP1ECSBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FesxoS8oCuo/s400/stress-mand-WM_strip_DK_20100403.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and i think my MBS project was kinda strange, it didnt end up how we expected it to be so i just have one thing to say, ALICE 2.0 you really burn my eyes and my life i wanna stab you so hard in the system your program will force a major shutdown everytime i switch on the computer! k got it out the evil rantings of MBS systems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_plsq1kKQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CpshtzvGfn8/s1600/stress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_plsq1kKQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CpshtzvGfn8/s320/stress1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have sociology test on thursday man and next week accounting. i'm still trying to figure out the mbs exam thingy. Its kinda strange the exam format and all haiyo yo oyo yoyoyooo. AND YES contract presentation is tomorrow tomorrow lalallalalalaalalalala. Haiz i dont know lah everything just a little crazy i think i might go to school early like 9 am to catch up on all the things i've been missing due to B.A events. I feel so out of track haiz, i'm really screwed weeeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-212099274143943965?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/212099274143943965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=212099274143943965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/212099274143943965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/212099274143943965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/05/ma-ma-mia-due-lo-kill-me-o-i-had-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_plP1ECSBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FesxoS8oCuo/s72-c/stress-mand-WM_strip_DK_20100403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3585982633825837468</id><published>2010-05-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:11:19.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_lFdqNc7VI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-W7FH0MGcxE/s1600/TashiSangoKiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_lFdqNc7VI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-W7FH0MGcxE/s320/TashiSangoKiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tears &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cried today... not because I miss you... or even wanted you... but because I realized I'm gonna be all right without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont hold on to the fact your were never there, just hold on to the fact you never did care. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow&amp;nbsp;i realised, i never needed your presence, i was really just&amp;nbsp;happy with the sound of our silence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye MR HeartbreaKer......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3585982633825837468?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3585982633825837468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3585982633825837468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3585982633825837468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3585982633825837468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears-i-cried-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S_lFdqNc7VI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-W7FH0MGcxE/s72-c/TashiSangoKiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2217967386288383220</id><published>2010-05-16T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:23:05.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to lose a fren in one convo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sharifah Syifak Alsri:&amp;nbsp;eh chickies mana civil defence laki kau ke pe? ·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's with the sudden discussion about mats&amp;amp;minas anyway? Without ME???HAHAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and btw, your malay language sentence structure sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharifah Syifak Alsri :&amp;nbsp;marah nampak :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;yeah, you're insulting my race&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharifah Syifak Alsri : how did i do dat, they did it themselves i just noticed :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharifah Syifak Alsri : haha lovely just jokes eh chillax :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Dying breed. Am proud of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXTRA : Cheers to that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharifah Syifak Alsri : proud dat the population of u guys are dying? but seems like its hitting baby boomers :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh, it's not funny anymore okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharifah Syifak Alsri : ohhhhh my bad :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXTRA : Ding ding. End of round 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S-7V3l5jSMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yKjggf1Lqi8/s1600/friendship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S-7V3l5jSMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yKjggf1Lqi8/s320/friendship.jpg" width="283" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So by stupidly feeling cranky about all the issues i had letting it out on a fren of the same race as the reason for my crankyness wasnt exactly the brightest idea i ever had. I guess i gotta face it, now at least i know the heartless part of me&amp;nbsp;fucks the living shit of the people who i care. i guess its something like :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Sure, love screws everything up. Most stalkers think they’re in love. Mothers who kill their kids talk about how much they love them. Men who beat up their wives, it’s only because they’re so in love. People slowly suffocate each other with love all the time. Love is a weapon we use to hurt the ones we love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S-7WPPx9tBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eaw25wvgVkQ/s1600/666541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S-7WPPx9tBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eaw25wvgVkQ/s320/666541.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so to the one i've&amp;nbsp;hurt day in and out&amp;nbsp;i trully apologize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for the one who fell into&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;mess&amp;nbsp;i've made&amp;nbsp;i sympathize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2217967386288383220?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2217967386288383220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2217967386288383220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2217967386288383220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2217967386288383220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-lose-fren-in-one-convo-sharifah.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S-7V3l5jSMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yKjggf1Lqi8/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-630163124815959706</id><published>2010-05-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:22:10.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;WEEKY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes i know i've been to busy to do anything really, like update my damn blog for chrissake. I'm kinda filled with all this work load that doesnt go anywhere. Firstly business ambassadors hasnt been easy thing to deal with. i mean searching for people to help out for events isnt as simple as&amp;nbsp;what i thought it would be haiyo!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel emotionally drained wohoooo. yes and family law is due next week how nice. Not forgetting managing business systems too. oh yea and i think contract the presentation is also next week i cant really put my finger on what day it is. Crap i think i have a full day event on thurs and morning plus night event on fri 21st shit lah! when to do my stuff. SO many research to do! die die die weeeeeeeee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chillax i shall take it easy for now, as i end my boring dreaded post about my unnecessary work load ranting day i just have one thing to say &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FUCK IT I DONT FUCKING CARE ANYMORRE!!! FUCK IT ALLL I MEAN SERIOUSLY JUST FUCK ALL THAT IS FUCKING FUCKED UP&lt;/span&gt;. cranky much...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-630163124815959706?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/630163124815959706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=630163124815959706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/630163124815959706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/630163124815959706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/05/weeky-yes-i-know-ive-been-to-busy-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4165242912980019992</id><published>2010-04-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:16:54.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crude poem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While busily doing my contract tutorial an in-genious&amp;nbsp; poem came my way, its really something your mother would shut your eyes from :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Roses are red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Lemons are sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Open your legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;amp; give me an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Kissing is a habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Fucking is a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Guys get all the pleasure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Girls get the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;10 minutes of pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;9 months of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A day in hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;A baby without a name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The baby is a bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;the mother is a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;this would never happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;iF THE rubber havdnt Tore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;SOmehow its so damn true haiz i couldnt stop laughing but than i started to think.....that shit aint funny if it were to happen to me too!!!!!!!! I aint exactly been lucky with the guys i met, its&amp;nbsp;either a butt fiesta or a chance to get a rack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4165242912980019992?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4165242912980019992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4165242912980019992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4165242912980019992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4165242912980019992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/crude-poem-while-busily-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2748197749993630704</id><published>2010-04-21T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:25:51.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first week of year 2 was kinda messed up, alright other than the fact i still had time to hang with Mat &amp;amp; loopy lisah (hoping it still stays that way *tears*) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was still shit cause things just started to fall apart. Haiz i wont bother running through it. I'm just to disturbed by it. Like hello i'm caught in between a battlefield. When you love them both how is it possible for you to choose which side your standing on. Now its either i&amp;nbsp;ship my arse&amp;nbsp;to Malaysia or stay in singapore. ANd&amp;nbsp; its just shit, i wanna fall apart completely breakdown into billions of tears but i cant. I needed a shoulder&amp;nbsp;but all i had was an empty seat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S9MaI4cESbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2W_Mg89bowg/s1600/thbzoed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S9MaI4cESbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2W_Mg89bowg/s320/thbzoed.jpg" tt="true" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Has my world completely gone bananana's&amp;nbsp;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isnt there a small possibility i'd get a say????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you going to just let everything go???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you expect me to deal with such circumstaances??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i suppose to keep faking a smile just so you guys wont feel bad???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2748197749993630704?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2748197749993630704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2748197749993630704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2748197749993630704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2748197749993630704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-my-first-week-of-year-2-was-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S9MaI4cESbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2W_Mg89bowg/s72-c/thbzoed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7166192373757453847</id><published>2010-04-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:35:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&amp;nbsp;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was driving down to KC to&amp;nbsp;fetch Mirah from school and i saw this bunch of KC girls laughing at some dudes at the bus stop and i was like woah standards of an IJ girl really dropped. I mean we used to have our discipline mistress stand at the busstop making sure we didnt mingle with the St P-BOys. Though that was really difficult to control, there was effort to try.. Now its like whenever and whatever to the mingling.&amp;nbsp; WHats the world coming too! * over exaggeration*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;And while viewing an ex classmate of mine's photo album I found my retarded KC pics haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i3YxopSxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qz4QuG-1VaM/s1600/IMG_4181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i3YxopSxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qz4QuG-1VaM/s200/IMG_4181.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i4-JDNELI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Kbi7oBkXe1Q/s1600/IMG_4231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i4-JDNELI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Kbi7oBkXe1Q/s320/IMG_4231.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i4krNBE4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Nyq_8fEW0xU/s1600/IMG_4217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i4krNBE4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Nyq_8fEW0xU/s200/IMG_4217.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i4AZomzLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/493JQAwGjg4/s1600/trish_and_syifakkk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i4AZomzLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/493JQAwGjg4/s200/trish_and_syifakkk.jpg" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i2CWZZQVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z55jbBR_WAs/s1600/000400WG5Ki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i2CWZZQVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z55jbBR_WAs/s200/000400WG5Ki.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i1-RfUPAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rT6QfQl41Cs/s1600/000100WG5Ki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i1-RfUPAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rT6QfQl41Cs/s200/000100WG5Ki.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well i spend my day hanging out with Mat and Gan. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I think both of them make a weird combo to hang with hahaha but still&amp;nbsp;very funny.&lt;/span&gt; I had fun eventhough we had to do up the law notice board. OH yeah ! Gan doesnt trust my driving yet he feels calm enough to smoke in the ride. Apparently&amp;nbsp;Mat seems to have alot in common wih Gan which is really messed up if ur the only girl hanging with them at that moment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7166192373757453847?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7166192373757453847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7166192373757453847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7166192373757453847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7166192373757453847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/ij-i-was-driving-down-to-kc-to-mirah.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8i3YxopSxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qz4QuG-1VaM/s72-c/IMG_4181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-328249650244927998</id><published>2010-04-15T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:27:49.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Heads Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'mma be in a new class, okay i still cant deal with that&lt;/span&gt; and its starting on monday, no wait!! monday is family law lecture so i still got my homeys in the lecture hall. STart my first day of year 2 with family law at 11am yipeeeee. OKAY, i&amp;nbsp;wasnt being sarcastic. i think it sounds really exciting! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the class issue, right so &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;i start my Tuesday by&amp;nbsp;meeting my new classmates&lt;/span&gt; at officially 1300hrs for Applied Principles Ethical L...i cant remember what it stands for but i have ms charles which isnt such a bummer i guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh OH YEs my extra subject &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;i managed to get is&amp;nbsp;sociology hehehehe beats marketing!&lt;/span&gt; I've been organising my things and thoughts ready for my new school year.&amp;nbsp; HAIz i wonder whats new this year?? &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;By the way i just found out i have&lt;strike&gt; overdue&lt;/strike&gt; books fine to pay sheesh 70cents. I cant even remember what &lt;strike&gt;book&lt;/strike&gt; i took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8cgF5Oo3KI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ED22AbBblrM/s1600/kisses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8cgF5Oo3KI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ED22AbBblrM/s320/kisses.jpg" width="212" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8cf3eoUEQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bxHs-TwEJVc/s1600/kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8cf3eoUEQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bxHs-TwEJVc/s320/kiss.jpg" width="252" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways my mind raced with thoughts of his smile and its so cute ahhhhhh this is &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;mental torture.&lt;/span&gt; But&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mr dude Z&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;is so adorable, okay a very&amp;nbsp;wild dude&amp;nbsp;too but still so freaking hot! I'm like counting down to 27/28/30 MAY that weekend lah where i'm gonna be in KL for some wedding and shit. &lt;strike&gt;(Which reminds me i havent found a dress to wear damn it!)&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Apparently I'm gonna be "kidnapped&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt; * kinky and disturbing way of putting it* but&amp;nbsp;damn it sounds fun i think?&amp;nbsp; Girl's gotta have a lil fun on this crazy adventure&amp;nbsp;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-328249650244927998?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/328249650244927998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=328249650244927998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/328249650244927998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/328249650244927998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/heads-up-imma-be-in-new-class-okay-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8cgF5Oo3KI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ED22AbBblrM/s72-c/kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-6288944635024820494</id><published>2010-04-13T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:47:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALrighty its kinda weird but i think i'll be alright in 2LO4. I can do it, think positive and just let it smother me with joy. As long as i'm not suffocated or strangled with dead silence i would be okay right? No man who am i kidding, i've got to start round 2 of the drama again!!!!! you've got to be shitting me. The only joy is seeing people who i am sane with in the same class. I havent even check to see if i got sociology, understanding theatre, calculus or french as a CDS. Damn what a start......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss this moments though :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RECEpSeMI/AAAAAAAAATE/IZVk7COoQ1g/s1600/GEDC0751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RECEpSeMI/AAAAAAAAATE/IZVk7COoQ1g/s320/GEDC0751.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess its good news that i got into Business Ambassadors main comm, just that hmmmmm its still me with new faces to get together with. I mean hanging out with LAw inc was fun but really to get an understanding to their moods and everything was kinda messed up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a new school year to start would i be ready for it this time?or am i gonna just fly pass it. I've got three business-like subjects this time round plus family &amp;amp; contract law..Haiz I need to pull up my socks but also expect the worse. Bring on the lectures babeh! i should be ready, i hope..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RG1Ipi9PI/AAAAAAAAATk/A4fR4dMMttc/s1600/6531_107614843530_526753530_2210934_2873413_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RG1Ipi9PI/AAAAAAAAATk/A4fR4dMMttc/s320/6531_107614843530_526753530_2210934_2873413_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RGpGZ3c-I/AAAAAAAAATc/XZWnC3Zn4T8/s1600/4325_115610807176_719942176_3091779_3023924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RLDjk1xZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kPdc_AG9VGs/s320/4658_89155448666_753053666_1977414_4146796_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RIcJ2wf3I/AAAAAAAAATs/0NSDl0NtwpQ/s1600/788788817l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RIcJ2wf3I/AAAAAAAAATs/0NSDl0NtwpQ/s320/788788817l.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Seeing Khadijah today dancing her lil booty off was so adorable, she is so cuteeee omg it made me miss malay dancing haiz. Those were good times my fren good times. Now i'm into the "Professional world" kinda thing. Well got my hair for that jobscope. Damn whatever happen to the rocker days i feel like my youth is being drained out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-6288944635024820494?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/6288944635024820494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=6288944635024820494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6288944635024820494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6288944635024820494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-enough-alrighty-its-kinda-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8RECEpSeMI/AAAAAAAAATE/IZVk7COoQ1g/s72-c/GEDC0751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7293915924153935765</id><published>2010-04-13T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:55:31.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ignorance is my new bestfren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8NQOtAhCqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xmhiKnZQRlc/s1600/isolated.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8NQOtAhCqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xmhiKnZQRlc/s320/isolated.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been trying to ignore as much as i could only to find out its driving me insane. I mean those words keep flooding my pages and the more i see it the more i feel like its hopeless. Things have to chaange and i think its time i saw it for myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change happens every single day even if i pretend not to see whats going on behind my head. Which clearly tells me i need to back off. Receiving the class allocation&amp;nbsp;info might be the push i need, i shouldnt linger to a picture i cant be in. Its not the same and we all see i guess it just took awhile for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should be happy as it is, i did the best i could and i'm glad its going well. I made a move i need not regret because sometimes others being happy is better left&amp;nbsp;for my words to be&amp;nbsp;unsaid....... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7293915924153935765?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7293915924153935765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7293915924153935765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7293915924153935765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7293915924153935765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-ignorance-ive-been-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8NQOtAhCqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xmhiKnZQRlc/s72-c/isolated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4265793667325874302</id><published>2010-04-12T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:16:20.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pile UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO there are Stacks and stacks of papers, books and files just glaring at me wondering when the hell i'm gonna take a looksy. I've been dealing with that mess for at least a few weeks but the freaking mountain doesnt seem to wanna be a&amp;nbsp;flat surface again.SO its back to work soon or i might be having a cramp start to&amp;nbsp;my school week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;My weekend was totally burned out with soccer shitties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kept getting chainsawed with stupid meaningless questions,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;buried over with tons of duties &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;literally a hit on the face with bimbos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Firstly i realise it must be really sad, how dumb talented players meet bimbos. I wonder how their love story starts. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But the bottom line is when people say strictly a party for player it means party for players who actually put on the boots and walk on the field and kick some balls&lt;/span&gt;. I know your partners are&amp;nbsp;good with your&amp;nbsp;balls but really was their presence welcomed in the first place? creates unnecessary piles of crap onto the land i walk upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8H1Y_KRivI/AAAAAAAAAS0/osZWwHDAK7E/s1600/f92137o0dkv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8H1Y_KRivI/AAAAAAAAAS0/osZWwHDAK7E/s400/f92137o0dkv.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I cant believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i spend a weekend with their oh abang! jangan gitu lah nanti i takuuut, alah bang kiter gi duduk sama2 kat situ laaah. B i nak itu leh tak alah i syg u&amp;nbsp;banyak&amp;nbsp;banyak&amp;nbsp;*annoying laughters included*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its crazy how i just realise that when people keep piling up how they feel about something it eventually gets to them to the extent they crack even when the person didnt do something wrong at that very moment you decide to lash out at them. Funny how bottled up emotions just makes you look sane for a minute and simply looney the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Maybe i should start ignoring the reasons for the feelings and pretend the issues isnt around then it might actually&amp;nbsp;help me feel less frustrated with the shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4265793667325874302?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4265793667325874302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4265793667325874302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4265793667325874302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4265793667325874302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/pile-up-so-there-are-stacks-and-stacks.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S8H1Y_KRivI/AAAAAAAAAS0/osZWwHDAK7E/s72-c/f92137o0dkv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3418334592842764949</id><published>2010-04-08T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:49:22.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Speedy Express DAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr dude Z comes into the picture "&amp;amp; speaks wank master lingo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Mat orange&lt;/strike&gt; calls to say whatsup after like three weeks of silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fiz &lt;/strike&gt;tried for a hit &amp;amp; run but i gave a "i barely know you" speech and wtf look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Chess&lt;/strike&gt; calls and sudden messages flows nicely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Playa&amp;nbsp;still hanging&amp;nbsp;around like&amp;nbsp;air buddy &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S73dCSmURVI/AAAAAAAAASs/wFQk1WQu8JQ/s1600/slut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S73dCSmURVI/AAAAAAAAASs/wFQk1WQu8JQ/s320/slut.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 hits you in a day and your spinning circles twirling with paranoia. OKAY this is a sign? I should stop playing around and focus on what i'm really suppose to be doing. Yes i get it, i'm having too much fun and its sinful really, haiz. time to grow a metal heart and a brain. I'll stick to seriousity with Mr dude and studies pinky promise :) so no more spinning, paranoid feeling isnt as fun as it sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3418334592842764949?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3418334592842764949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3418334592842764949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3418334592842764949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3418334592842764949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/speedy-express-day-mr-dude-z-comes-into.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S73dCSmURVI/AAAAAAAAASs/wFQk1WQu8JQ/s72-c/slut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-60139590081001107</id><published>2010-04-07T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:13:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Adore&amp;nbsp;then complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought that you looked so damn hot in a grey t-shirt with that ohhh so fabulous hugo boss perfume. You carry a gun and a badge with such arrogance, lock me up and throw away the keys&amp;nbsp;mr&amp;nbsp;officer&amp;nbsp;i wanna be in your cell heheheheh.&amp;nbsp;I was like woahhhh you look so fine like mocha latte would you be mine. Yea going gaga over&amp;nbsp; you was like fun till i realise yea okay maybe your kinda fun isnt my kinda of fun so on with the next. Its really funny how i keep ending up with tug on your ass dude's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Matter of importance- praise all that is good i have been filling my time with work. Not bad for a holiday. I should have been hanging with the sluts but okay so we might be running out of things to do and places to hang but just chilling with the sluts&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;really relaxingly&amp;nbsp;fun. Maybe next time bowling or the beach or cycling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sadness of my day was facing reality that oh mighty shit SCHOOL STARTING yes my wake up call was from a fren's personal message on msn oh yea and of course my mum who keeps saying "eh school starting soon right? hurry finish with the EUNO company &amp;amp; soccer academy&amp;nbsp;assignments before you stop working" haha she is so funny when she is flustered and demanding toooo sheesh but k lah i shall be her awesome daughter and finish things. SHould clear by the end of next week hehehe.BUmmer really that we are all getting seperated into different classes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the&amp;nbsp; horrror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;who knows i might end up all alone with noone i can click with, my second year in poly would be helllllllll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-60139590081001107?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/60139590081001107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=60139590081001107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/60139590081001107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/60139590081001107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/adore-complicate-i-thought-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-48756492608129473</id><published>2010-04-06T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:53:34.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes more- Jordin sparks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me what happened this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7styiLxcBI/AAAAAAAAASc/colPmHJ6elg/s1600/EMO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7styiLxcBI/AAAAAAAAASc/colPmHJ6elg/s320/EMO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made you come back again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find out only see you when luck deserts you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this is your idea of happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then let's be clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those words of yours ain't working anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I'm always giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here waiting while you're living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a new beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I'm not the girl I used to be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think maybe that I'm just so easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can come in and out my life like you please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But baby no (uh-oh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you know it takes more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To keep a girl like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7suXtjY1PI/AAAAAAAAASk/w2-Z0kNDQuA/s1600/emo-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7suXtjY1PI/AAAAAAAAASk/w2-Z0kNDQuA/s320/emo-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more waiting for you to change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you know that you bringing flowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't stop the rain baby no no (uh-oh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you know it takes more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the only one not worth waiting for...................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-48756492608129473?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/48756492608129473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=48756492608129473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/48756492608129473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/48756492608129473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-takes-more-jordin-sparks-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7styiLxcBI/AAAAAAAAASc/colPmHJ6elg/s72-c/EMO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-59272463486179680</id><published>2010-03-29T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:50:03.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7CSZHMIWhI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Fyp1xU9zpQ/s1600/alone-7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7CSZHMIWhI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Fyp1xU9zpQ/s400/alone-7.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think even if i try not to bother about all the things thats happened it somehow comes right back. Like a haunting memory that replays in your mind. Your presence still lingers and it scares me how much i've tried to walk away and end up swirling back into mush in your hands. I'd talk about how i probably be better off having fun being just tucked nicely in this concept of "one night stands" but deep down somewhere in that sissy crappy shit in me knows that i'd like a perfect picture to stand in with you. SO i'd let the world tell me to back away and i do but when its just one on one i keep falling back thinking of me and you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH really sucks cause i know thats the last thing i need or could have. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know that you still haven't found you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And when I wanna stand on my own too&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you start to show&lt;br /&gt;Signs of what is possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Then you're back to your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And I let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tell me why I keep tryin'a stay around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When all my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;They always telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To be through with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And I know that deep down I'm callin' time on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Every time I'm ready to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Always seem to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pullin' in the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Divin' in with no protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Man, you can't keep steerin' me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pullin' me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Pullin' me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Why you pullin' me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pullin' me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Just like gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-59272463486179680?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/59272463486179680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=59272463486179680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/59272463486179680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/59272463486179680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/03/gravity-i-think-even-if-i-try-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S7CSZHMIWhI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Fyp1xU9zpQ/s72-c/alone-7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3954491861791783095</id><published>2010-03-27T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:54:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please note that when a&amp;nbsp; guy says &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;i like you&lt;/span&gt;, dont reply stupidly by saying since when?.....Even if your a HEARTLESS BITCH. Its not very&amp;nbsp;sensible,but if he does really like you i'm hoping they'd close an eye or a whole brain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like is such a confusing word its like i wanna be with you but not steady cause i'm not in love so that makes me close to you but not that into you? Its saying definitely maybe. SO what exactly should we do? become closer, make out , start getting serious, throw something at someone, celebrate?? how do you exactly proceed from that simple statement, &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I LIKE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S64N85PsTiI/AAAAAAAAASM/3BPbG3B4O4E/s1600/CUTE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S64N85PsTiI/AAAAAAAAASM/3BPbG3B4O4E/s320/CUTE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANother biggy would be saying&amp;nbsp;oh no were not&amp;nbsp;a couple we're just&amp;nbsp;dating. SO does dating make you someone else's possesion? Is it&amp;nbsp;the proper procedure or sensible&amp;nbsp;to be tying yourself down to just one person? cause dating just means your going out but your still nobody. You havent got the okay i want you to&amp;nbsp;be mine question, your simply going out something like what frens do right? so what the difference between buddies hanging out and dating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i'm wondering, why the hell am i thinking too much into such a no brainer matter than i kinda&amp;nbsp;realised&amp;nbsp;its such standards and&amp;nbsp;terms&amp;nbsp;that people just expects you to know. I'm just wondering why cant anyone give freaking clear directions.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I MEAN COULDNT IT JUST BE A DIRECT,SIMPLE &amp;amp; HONEST STATEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3954491861791783095?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3954491861791783095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3954491861791783095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3954491861791783095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3954491861791783095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-like-you-please-note-that-when-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S64N85PsTiI/AAAAAAAAASM/3BPbG3B4O4E/s72-c/CUTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-5542788381841833877</id><published>2010-03-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:59:29.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST&amp;nbsp;the holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like woah its the holidays lets sing hooorrays, three cheers for boredom,work and more boredom, hip hip yourself lah faggs.I'm absolutely driving myself nuts day in day out, work to home to work to home. On some occasions its home home home. Lately SIFE been keeping me slightly sane, meeting people &amp;amp; wearing formal clothes in a blazing sunny day. Just the toast to my bbreakfast kinda shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S6oaWwP-XFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/76ovzuhG0dg/s1600/8335_130524695414_743175414_2655258_6727072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S6oaWwP-XFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/76ovzuhG0dg/s320/8335_130524695414_743175414_2655258_6727072_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well i cant completely bitch out cause i kinda went for a short trip to Indon land. I think its called batam. Yes land of the hoe's as people might say. Where prostitution keeps getting better with fresh new faces with id's that says their 25 but you could have sworn the prossy looks like your younger sis, NO OFFENCE MIR just generally saying. Not forgetting their billion dollar tranny. NAH you could get better ones in tie- lands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bumming around kinda got my trunk filled with junk, haiz i should really start running again. I think i'm feeling too bloated for my liking. ITS either that or i need to stop cramming my hole with goodies. Jeeze i think i rather run than starve or maybe both hahaha yea right like that would ever happen. I scared myself for a moment there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;TODAY i&amp;nbsp;met&amp;nbsp;AN&amp;nbsp;ADORABLE FUCKER &amp;amp; i miss my grandmama heeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-5542788381841833877?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/5542788381841833877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=5542788381841833877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5542788381841833877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5542788381841833877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-holidays-like-woah-its-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S6oaWwP-XFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/76ovzuhG0dg/s72-c/8335_130524695414_743175414_2655258_6727072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1342455991202410096</id><published>2010-03-16T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:36:39.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;DRACULA BITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Fang marks on my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Dracula got the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;hell he showered me with sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;and now shame is all&amp;nbsp;i'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S55vMfCLyqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AJVLOJ41hKg/s1600/chineeste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S55vMfCLyqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AJVLOJ41hKg/s320/chineeste.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S55vMfCLyqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AJVLOJ41hKg/s1600-h/chineeste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My weekend was crap, i went to the beach only to get drowned in rain, i think the clouds are&amp;nbsp;tryna purify me for the shit i got myself into. Do you know cheap would be an understatement but i doubt you'd ever care. Once a &amp;nbsp;lonely stranger and another moment you were everywhere. I cant get the scars to heal so i simply act like i never cared. So back to the rain.... at the end i was fortunate enough to&amp;nbsp;be caught in a heavy down pour thrice in a day and when i got home i fell immediately into silence.Cause i had a damn sore throat with a fever. ANd silence was all i needed. A breaking point&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;cause i&amp;nbsp;needed to scream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While water flowed against my skin i sat there thinking of all the things i've forgotten about what&amp;nbsp;was said. Mr critical analysis fella though your kinda dead to me cause you ran off to god knows where island but i miss you dearly. Talking about you to a fren reminded me of the life lessons you taught me so damn well, gosh you were my extreme bitch. I havent heard a sound from you but like you say get up, move on,&amp;nbsp;we've still got&amp;nbsp;other messed up days to frown upon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you only saw me now, you'll probably laugh till you weep. I've hurt myself again by fangs that sinked in deep..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1342455991202410096?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1342455991202410096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1342455991202410096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1342455991202410096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1342455991202410096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/03/dracula-bites-fang-marks-on-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S55vMfCLyqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AJVLOJ41hKg/s72-c/chineeste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-792186974037684435</id><published>2010-03-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:37:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;JOKE OF MY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse were in divorce court and the judge said to Mickey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"You say here that your wife is crazy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mickey replied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"No I didn't. I said she is fucking Goofy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha nice one barney :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after a wholeday of madness i've come to the decision that maybe i dont wanna go away, i kinda like it here in small dotty land for now, besides the costing is like hell on ice. I want a car first than a uni so i still have lotsa time to screw around with weeeeeeeeeeeee. I kinda feel bad cause if i did go it means my parents probably have a very late retirement period. So consideration my inner me says yes i should stay. Maybe another time eh.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was finally something fun, i needed&amp;nbsp;a break of a season before its back to brain drills maybe i'll try to steal some time to do more fun things more often. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-792186974037684435?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/792186974037684435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=792186974037684435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/792186974037684435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/792186974037684435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-my-day-mickey-mouse-and-minnie.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-9109272808279474643</id><published>2010-03-08T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:18:57.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOnesty issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why cant people be honest about how they feel, i mean being honest is important right? If you dont like my shoes say it dont just stand there looking at me hoping to zap it away with you damn eyes you aint god or superman for that matter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH if you say your a friend be frank and tell me how you feel, why do people put expectations on each other expecting&amp;nbsp;for them to know how you feel when you dont sincerely tell it to their face. they aint god either. If you say you feel like noone cares when you dont tell people how you feel why in the world do you get upset? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOur going to meet assholes and bitches who would make use of you on the way but only true friends stay by your side and after all if you still can decide then lets just wait for them to show you. SOmetimes death works as a best solution to really know someone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways the crazy thing about all this is that i'm caring for nothing cause it seems like if you cant be honest with me then why do i bother about you.&amp;nbsp;I'll stick my head up high and ignore, like i always have. Cause sometimes you put yourself out there and people just climb all over your head, how the hell do you stand strong when your being stepped on, its stupidity. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny thing is i never pretended to care but it seems like every move i make you assume i'm fake, the past dont change neither will the future. dont bother i'll be fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;honesty&amp;nbsp;is stilll what i seek,know that&amp;nbsp;silence would be ignorance for the weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-9109272808279474643?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/9109272808279474643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=9109272808279474643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9109272808279474643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9109272808279474643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/03/honesty-issue-why-cant-people-be-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1178311918718233037</id><published>2010-03-02T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:14:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;POUNDING- Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets start with a simple less violent topic, like love- okay its a rather calm topic i think? HAVE YOU EVER FELT THIS POUNDING FEELING EVERYTIME YOU LOOK AT A SPECIFIC SOMEONE? i think its just a horrible feeling but it gives you a reason to smile sometimes.&amp;nbsp;you know seeing them happy kinda makes me happy. i feel like miss match or something. Its adorable!! it feels different for them i think? I'm not sure what they feel haha. BUT watching them is like watching babies taking their first steps!! its super sweet. Keeps my mind off crap and it gives me hope in a way. Love them amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOw on with the bitch ass , my brains are pounding continuously- i woke up feeling like a drunkard. worst than a hang over feeling cause it seems more of a painful numbness than a blurish feeling. I prefer the blur-ish feeling, damn its like someone screwed my head against a drill or something. Note to self next time buy proper pills to sooth head not the kinda that makes your head want to pull a trigger against it. ARgh!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;before hair destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4zWDo-Y3jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sjQBWDSyirQ/s1600-h/Picture+0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4zWDo-Y3jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sjQBWDSyirQ/s320/Picture+0220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;after hair destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4zWfaH4PLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ECytvIBu8Q0/s1600-h/Picture+0233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4zWfaH4PLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ECytvIBu8Q0/s200/Picture+0233.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I miss them chi bai's i need to run, literally away from all of crappy land, all the way to mount happy&amp;nbsp; place !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1178311918718233037?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1178311918718233037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1178311918718233037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1178311918718233037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1178311918718233037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/03/pounding-head-lets-start-with-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4zWDo-Y3jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sjQBWDSyirQ/s72-c/Picture+0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3458071804923809373</id><published>2010-02-28T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:45:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;KILL TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constant nags can be such a bitch sometimes. I have a month plus to deal with that crap and i dont know how on the f****** planet am i going to hold on without tearing my brains out or screaming bloody murder. One weekend is enough now its 24/7,you've got to be shitting my brains out. I'm sorry, if your reading this and thinking i'm a horrid girl you wish to dis-own. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides that its all good eh, just like magic in the air shit.. Anyways i've kinda realise its weird being a middle person. when there was once three amigos now there is only an amigo.&amp;nbsp;I guess cupid had to hit where it had to hit, being happy in one thing,&amp;nbsp;really feeling it after awhile just feels different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i'll being hanging around with orange hair for awhile, it beats geylang or standing in fairytale perfecto land. I wonder&amp;nbsp;if anyones up for any mischief?&amp;nbsp;cause i'm looking for some new shit to pass the time...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3458071804923809373?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3458071804923809373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3458071804923809373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3458071804923809373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3458071804923809373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/02/kill-time-constant-nags-can-be-such.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8266812397303669081</id><published>2010-02-24T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:07:27.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Tick-er &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets think of suicide she says but really whats the point, if its not meant for you to leave then dont bother holding the gun. You try with the pills and bloody mary's day in and day out just so that you could get real high and wonder what the shit you've been doing wrong? Need&amp;nbsp;i say more.. You screwed your life with a simple disaster now get back on your crazy ride and finish it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4UVtJHirqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8pRk24GcpxM/s1600-h/suicide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4UVtJHirqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8pRk24GcpxM/s320/suicide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I really liked you &amp;amp; your too blind to see, what seemed awesome was never meant to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now on with the next.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4UVwb6wGZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Xi8ONrg2sbg/s1600-h/suicide-silence-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4UVwb6wGZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Xi8ONrg2sbg/s200/suicide-silence-banner.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Razors pain you;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;rivers are damp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;acids stain you&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;and drugs causes cramps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Guns aren't lawful&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nooses give way; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;gas smells awful&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you might as well live for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8266812397303669081?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8266812397303669081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8266812397303669081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8266812397303669081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8266812397303669081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-tick-er-lets-think-of-suicide-she.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S4UVtJHirqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8pRk24GcpxM/s72-c/suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-5470056708415770532</id><published>2010-02-17T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:48:10.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Potential Disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potential&amp;nbsp;starts with this guy, specifically out of the ordinary guy, not the usual guys i ever go for seriously! i've never bothered about that species cause i just dont get them and i doubt they understand me.&amp;nbsp;BUT i wanted something new.a really funny fellow cute smile &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;awesome hair color. Your average dude who sits around and lives each day at a time- no future plans more like i live for one day&amp;nbsp;and wait till its over to start the&amp;nbsp;next. He was very interesting, i like the humour and the learning journey&amp;nbsp;about those kinda dudes but&amp;nbsp;it wwas kinda a total failure.&amp;nbsp;he was just like what i thought he would be.&amp;nbsp;Same shit wrapped in a different colored paper. The first malay guy i've wanted to try to&amp;nbsp;date and he ends up like the typical dude i expected him to be.&amp;nbsp;We cant click... The first communication barrier&amp;nbsp;was the lingo and&amp;nbsp;our damn perspectives. LIKE COULD YOU GET SOME&amp;nbsp;IDEAS&amp;nbsp;AND THINK&amp;nbsp;BEYOND NARROW&amp;nbsp;WALLS. Noone seems to fall under&amp;nbsp;imad's( am saying it, i'm saying&amp;nbsp;his name omg trully missed)&amp;nbsp;standard so far. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S3vtiAVw1YI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qdyYNy_mMd0/s1600-h/QUITPLAYINGBANNERFLASHINGPINK.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="161" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S3vtiAVw1YI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qdyYNy_mMd0/s400/QUITPLAYINGBANNERFLASHINGPINK.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAN DID I MESS &amp;nbsp;MY SHIT UP- mat thinks its hilarious haha By the way i'm so done with them sheesh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-5470056708415770532?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/5470056708415770532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=5470056708415770532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5470056708415770532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5470056708415770532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/02/potential-disaster-potential-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S3vtiAVw1YI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qdyYNy_mMd0/s72-c/QUITPLAYINGBANNERFLASHINGPINK.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-5844824787457630970</id><published>2010-02-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:15:08.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE EX- GF/BF SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to bitch it out, i'm kinda sick of all those damn ex-es who try to ruin the current relationships of their ex partner. The dude/dudette moved on to someone else ...yes it fucking hurts he/she is not with you anymore trust me it can be a serious bitchfest but hey we got to move away from them. Dont pour your tears on their shoulders or try to find any reason to talk to them when its obvious they wanna fuckin move on. If they dump you then it means they dont want you? does that make any perfect sense? yes its hard to fucking deal with it, we all know how that feels but is tagging on really the better choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What i dont get is the way we try so hard to hold on to something without realising its not worth our time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What i cant fucking understand is how much we cry our damn eyeballs out but their staring at someone else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And&amp;nbsp;why we&amp;nbsp;try so hard to make them look at&amp;nbsp;us the same way they look at another.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its damn sad especially if you know he/she is&amp;nbsp;everything you ever want but can never ever HAVE because your just the ex and he/she is with someone else. So dont be the ass that ruins the current relationship your ex is having because seriously, no matter how much you try a NO will always be a NO and a I DONT WANT YOU is always going to be the same feeling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-5844824787457630970?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/5844824787457630970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=5844824787457630970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5844824787457630970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5844824787457630970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/02/ex-gfbf-shit-im-going-to-bitch-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-5879426424523111655</id><published>2010-01-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:25:44.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Driver Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His got the kinda smile that makes your tummy do a flip and pray for mercy everytime his dimples pop up. Can you imagine the torment i feel sitting so very close to something you want so badly but nooooooooo you cant have him. ITs fucking bullshit. Why do we always want something we can never have i mean seriously WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO BUMP INTO A HOTTIE BUT SO DAMN EASY TO SEE THE ANNOYING FAGGOTS EVERY SINGLE DAY OF YOUR HORMONAL LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S2RBOVZoY9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/87bkkOuJk7A/s1600-h/LOVE-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S2RBOVZoY9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/87bkkOuJk7A/s320/LOVE-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can drive i can drive i wanna sing it out loud lalalalallaa. Yes but my deary missy parents aint planning to get me a wagon to pull my nuts along. I got to wait a year for a car. Haiz.................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the eight seater car is very interesting really, Its freaking tormenting to drive but okay lah, i aint fussy,its still a ride. I got my license and i can drive so all you bitches can go and die weeeeeeeeeeeeeee..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALright so maybe i am feeling a little cranky, after effects of thinking of all the stressful people in my life. Its like little flies i wanna zap away. Or little children that i kick down muahahahahaha. Okay i aint that cruel. Its just a phrase yea..............................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-5879426424523111655?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/5879426424523111655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=5879426424523111655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5879426424523111655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5879426424523111655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/01/driver-dude-his-got-kinda-smile-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S2RBOVZoY9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/87bkkOuJk7A/s72-c/LOVE-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7952376539623750635</id><published>2010-01-19T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:09:54.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like chicken shit, yes 2 days MC woopy doo! but the horror for goodness sake would someone just tear me into tiny pieces cause it seems way more fun than this crap. My tummy aches to the maximum sia!. I dont give a rat's ass about anything else i just want some tummy peace! let me roll on the floor for all i care damn you tummy damn you! i Cant function, like everytime i wanna do something its like either the tummy or something else gets into the way and i aint even sleeping well.Like so much for a good two days rest,i feel worser than i started.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1Wg1H6DZBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lO02ySaI840/s1600-h/emo-cartoons-723101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1Wg1H6DZBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lO02ySaI840/s320/emo-cartoons-723101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND MY MIND THINKS OF YOU AND HOW YOU HELD ONTO MY HAND THE DAY I CRIED IN PAIN.YOU KISSED THE TEARS AWAY AND HELD MY SMILE THE WHOLE DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7952376539623750635?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7952376539623750635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7952376539623750635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7952376539623750635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7952376539623750635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/01/danger-i-feel-like-chicken-shit-yes-2.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1Wg1H6DZBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lO02ySaI840/s72-c/emo-cartoons-723101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-794769825977161220</id><published>2010-01-16T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:06:57.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hung out with my rockers today so technically I&amp;nbsp;had an awesome saturday. SIFE was a blast who knew i could learn so much about business Ethics its actually super fun like beyond crazy but freaking fun. I wanna go LA and change the world damn it. IT takes miracles to change the world but like they say nothing is impossible am i right??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1G5r6vLK3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/117Z6XX1tQU/s1600-h/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1G5r6vLK3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/117Z6XX1tQU/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then lepak for awhile watching some soccer. Okay it was cool Lisah won an IPOD that looks like Christmas tree color. SOmehow i got the driver dude in my mind today it was really weird and its weirder how everytime i listen to the song Cari Jodoh by Wali i think of him hahaha his cute lah funny too but i aint messing around with someone engaged thats just asking for karma.Laughter is fine weeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND lastly manjen party damn it was funny Mat followed haha i bet he had fun meeting my psycho friends. Mat it was much appreciated for ya to follow me!!!!!!!!!!!!! dude i owe ya the beetle hahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say overall SHA-rocker had her time to party for awhile but i miss my lil bro hahhaa thats nice eh :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-794769825977161220?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/794769825977161220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=794769825977161220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/794769825977161220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/794769825977161220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-days-i-hung-out-with-my-rockers.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1G5r6vLK3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/117Z6XX1tQU/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4038088719298648727</id><published>2010-01-15T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:51:37.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sweet Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its officially a month since we last said goodbye and this month would have been a year since the day we met, hais its sad&amp;nbsp;how&amp;nbsp;life quickly passes on by without your touch&amp;nbsp;or smile or the fact i could hold on to the phone and hear your&amp;nbsp;joyous laughter boy do i miss&amp;nbsp;that sound.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1B5jFeqsSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m_CHE-xj1cc/s1600-h/missing+u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1B5jFeqsSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m_CHE-xj1cc/s320/missing+u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the times in Jurong to Bras Basah or Clementi&amp;nbsp;till Bugis,&amp;nbsp; i cant seem to look at those places without thinking of the&amp;nbsp;moments we just sat and talked about all the silly things we could ever&amp;nbsp;do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well whatever it is i need to say goodbye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though i'm Without a you&amp;nbsp;i am still an i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got to see you as a sweet&amp;nbsp;memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For now i understand we were&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;like another chapter in&amp;nbsp;history&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smoke that trickle with my breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heart aches i puff without a care for my health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dedicate to you, my once upon a time boo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4038088719298648727?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4038088719298648727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4038088719298648727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4038088719298648727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4038088719298648727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-goodbye-its-officially-month.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S1B5jFeqsSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m_CHE-xj1cc/s72-c/missing+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4633584988661977393</id><published>2010-01-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:03:21.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;the guys in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They cry too much when his not around, my dear lovely lil bro isnt in some box.&amp;nbsp;i know they miss him but hello its just five days long. Every word they have to say revolves oh i miss him but its just another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;To my mother, sister and dad = &amp;nbsp;Alwi will just have fun sports school isnt some military school you dont need a gun. SO i stay strong with a smile on my face telling myself just take it in a stride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S0hUN1ScDwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/f5wxHaWT0Ns/s1600-h/pic1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S0hUN1ScDwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/f5wxHaWT0Ns/s320/pic1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Twice he gets up in the night begging for some air. Mother doesnt wake me up for she fears i might be scared. I hear his pants grow slower sometimes and i wonder is it really close to his time. I know i'm already nineteen but its not fair, his still suppose to be around and not up there. Dear daddy hold on tight, i've got the world to see and for you to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner in crime, i need more time&lt;br /&gt;Dont give up,&amp;nbsp;just promise me you'll&amp;nbsp;stay strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4633584988661977393?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4633584988661977393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4633584988661977393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4633584988661977393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4633584988661977393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/01/guys-in-my-life-they-cry-too-much-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S0hUN1ScDwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/f5wxHaWT0Ns/s72-c/pic1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3728759616558854157</id><published>2010-01-04T05:18:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:39:41.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow its been a freaking forever since i posted something well shit just happens and your too tired to do anything else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes ITS 2010 baby! a whole new year, well 2009 was fun but i'm hoping for a new start this year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one that doesnt involve weird guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people thinking i'm a whore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving license&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single lady's fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTY PARTY PARTY SOME MORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;straight A's ( kinda tough)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 pounds of the rack hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new skills &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S0hOerdzshI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9dm0cXwDXl4/s1600-h/apic36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S0hOerdzshI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9dm0cXwDXl4/s320/apic36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop pissed drunk moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE THE MISS INDEPENDANT kinds style of life :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOrk SMart Play hard and party like a retard hahaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am going to try to stop missing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERES to a new year a new start (cross my fingers and cry, let the bad times finally&amp;nbsp;say goodbye)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3728759616558854157?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3728759616558854157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3728759616558854157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3728759616558854157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3728759616558854157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-wow-its-been-freaking-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/S0hOerdzshI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9dm0cXwDXl4/s72-c/apic36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4329298074199427670</id><published>2009-12-23T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:21:15.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its 4 plus in the morning and i still cant sleep looks like its another stay up the whole night again. Strange i never thought i could keep myself functioning for more than 24 hours. I cant sleep for nuts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can i sleep when i dont feel okay about anything. I'm lost, frustrated,upset, miserable and angry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean how can this just blow up in our faces dude it was one year, i fucking thought you were different. Now i hear more and more about how you were actually unsure and you didnt know what you were doing.DO you know how hurtful that is? to waste one damn year with someone who was supposedly the guy in my life that all this while didnt mean anything he said. ONE YEAR MEANT SHIT TO YOU am i right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEp-tETmMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bBGi7qgEoWE/s1600-h/TIME.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEp-tETmMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bBGi7qgEoWE/s320/TIME.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Burn the photos... go ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Throw the keychain...screw my time for doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;forget the moments....it never meant anything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LEave me now...i cant see you the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh! if karma could show how i felt, you learn to treat people with some respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No your not the same person i saw in jan somehow you've just hurt me further&amp;nbsp;at the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I exhaust myself by occupying my time just so i wouldnt think of everything thats happened, yea life for you probably is much easier but screw that your lies helped you walk away from misery. Never trust a soul that has no honesty, never fall for the one that takes things so ungratefully.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4329298074199427670?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4329298074199427670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4329298074199427670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4329298074199427670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4329298074199427670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepless-its-4-plus-in-morning-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEp-tETmMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bBGi7qgEoWE/s72-c/TIME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3513281810531404014</id><published>2009-12-22T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:37:28.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Replacements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone leaves your life somehow another comes into the picture, you may not see it in an instant but it sure as hell makes a big difference. You view life differently, in another perspective. A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER starts and your back to feeling naive and excited for the new journey with someone new that awaits you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In TP i learnt that friends in this day and age can be a big bitch to find, competitive level of a volcano i swear i've never seen that kinda shit in sec school days. We wont killl that badly. I THINK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEtha8ocyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hto_LWVGm88/s1600-h/friend.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEtha8ocyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hto_LWVGm88/s640/friend.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your feeling down, the one way to cheer you right back up is having SLutty party friends, haha man they&amp;nbsp;know how to get crazy and enjoy be it&amp;nbsp;drunk with the booze or just simply&amp;nbsp;drunk on anything. They get super hyper and it makes your day haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Mr i think you've got lotsa replacements waiting your way, like lily for example she seems ever so ready to flood your facebook page now that i'm out of the picture.&amp;nbsp;I think i'm gonna&amp;nbsp;leave you two for some fun, i've got some sluts to party with and i think they actually know the meaning of&amp;nbsp;making&amp;nbsp;someone feel happy inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAREFREE &amp;amp; CRAZY is nice combo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEtrdXtjhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/I-Y8po9bEGk/s1600-h/Quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEtrdXtjhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/I-Y8po9bEGk/s320/Quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go ahead get me replaced switch it over with someone that makes your parents happy after all i'm probably the drugged up hippy living life in SIN CITY right.&amp;nbsp;Honestly&amp;nbsp;they have yet to see the damn&amp;nbsp;sins!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3513281810531404014?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3513281810531404014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3513281810531404014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3513281810531404014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3513281810531404014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/replacements-when-someone-leaves-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SzEtha8ocyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hto_LWVGm88/s72-c/friend.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1904045511770634504</id><published>2009-12-21T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:13:19.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Run Away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For at least a week, i've switched myself out&amp;nbsp;from the world. Its like living cave-man style. My phone had no reception! and its&amp;nbsp;during&amp;nbsp;the holiday with the family. SO its a no COMPUTER, no HANDPHONE, no COMMUNICATIONS WITH FRIENDS or OUTSIDE WORLD, no TELEVISION, no NEWS and mostly no idea whats going on with the world. It was heaven at first until i realise how outcasted i felt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man it was like woah is this how it feels to be dead, when you pull your existence away from the rest of the world?and all this while i wondered if he missed me at all, did anyone miss&amp;nbsp;me? its like&amp;nbsp;if I DIE will i be missed kinda thing.&amp;nbsp;Its just&amp;nbsp;me &amp;amp; family,&amp;nbsp;me &amp;amp; more family members&amp;nbsp;travelling like there aint no tomorow. We had some awesome fun and i&amp;nbsp;learned alot of family traits&amp;nbsp;that skipped my inheritence genes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cooking really well ( i failed home econs practical&amp;nbsp;man) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survival skills when there isnt any food around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up before dawn ( wake up before the sun rise every day )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeping for 4 hours and still feel so freaking fresh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving late at night in complete darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figuring out damn riddles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing Pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joking around with random people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;telling really good jokes (obsessing on the jokes area, damn they can really&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;people laugh )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We might be different in so many ways but damn&amp;nbsp;we are&amp;nbsp;one crazy asss family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sy-axIabjwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7OafJW6GqNc/s1600-h/P1120099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sy-axIabjwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7OafJW6GqNc/s320/P1120099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Through the shits and giggles, only the loyal ones stick by you and in this world, thats a&amp;nbsp;difficult thing to&amp;nbsp;find so if you do find that bunch of&amp;nbsp;retards that sticks to you, then you know you've found treasures&amp;nbsp;amongst the&amp;nbsp;dirty ass stones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1904045511770634504?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1904045511770634504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1904045511770634504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1904045511770634504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1904045511770634504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/run-away-for-at-least-week-ive-switched.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sy-axIabjwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7OafJW6GqNc/s72-c/P1120099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-874092868731399432</id><published>2009-12-12T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:01:18.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Heart - aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After everything that i've been through, i never expected to be used.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While i was falling, you&amp;nbsp;were trying something new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its just so unbelieveable to see!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How&amp;nbsp;could you ever&amp;nbsp;do that&amp;nbsp;to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant even begin to&amp;nbsp;figure out&amp;nbsp;my feelings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its jumbled into so many emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm barely even breathing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep down everything is just broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a stab to my whole self human,heart &amp;amp; soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could you treat someone with such malice and act so damn cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not a tester for some fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now i'm the broken hearted girl, holding a suicidal gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for caring............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-874092868731399432?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/874092868731399432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=874092868731399432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/874092868731399432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/874092868731399432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-aches-after-everything-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2552088224281636918</id><published>2009-12-11T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:46:33.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SyJfCbyRNbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kWnOEXwdaY8/s1600-h/funny_quote_2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SyJfCbyRNbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kWnOEXwdaY8/s640/funny_quote_2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;we all want need excuses to deny ourselves from the truth, like when we feel hurt, we blame our sissy - like character or confusion.Its the easiest way out from admitting the truth. THAT WE ARE GENERALLY AFFECTED AND WE FEEL SUPER SAD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden increase in&amp;nbsp; break-outs seriously out of no where and i am not sure how it happens. Super disturbing really cause its making me feel frustrated even more. Now i'm in pain again so ending off like now shit shit shit. can cramps get anymore shitttier, i better not say anymore somehow i think i this hell ride has just begun. I have lots more things to face and i dont know if faith can keep me moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for tmr YAY oh oh and sunday of course, it will cheer me up,come on bunch of drinking people nonsense is always fun hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2552088224281636918?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2552088224281636918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2552088224281636918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2552088224281636918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2552088224281636918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/excuses-all-want-need-excuses-to-deny.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SyJfCbyRNbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kWnOEXwdaY8/s72-c/funny_quote_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-697034633259852682</id><published>2009-12-09T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:01:40.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Differences Between Me &amp;amp; You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sx9JLocVscI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3vxR33yG-mg/s1600-h/love-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sx9JLocVscI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3vxR33yG-mg/s640/love-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know having the one you love break up with you then tellling you there is still hope to be just friends&amp;nbsp;feels&amp;nbsp;like your mum telling you your favourite pet just died and saying you can keep it. Haiz the world still has to move one well i should try to right? One more paper to go and tons of projects to finish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i might fail econs really really badly.It sucks actually i suck at econs never got the hang of it but not giving up man i want A's. EXCITED FOR THE WEEKEND FUN !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-697034633259852682?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/697034633259852682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=697034633259852682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/697034633259852682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/697034633259852682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/differences-between-me-you-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sx9JLocVscI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3vxR33yG-mg/s72-c/love-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8229174222419220512</id><published>2009-12-08T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:19:44.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Insert title on your own, go figure or guess it- that happens at the end of the day.People come up with judgemental remarks about your life. Why bother being who you are cause you get outcasted if your bred without a GOLDEN STAR . Strange really how two people can be so similar yet one gets outcasted from the rest while the other fits in with society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Differences causes character changes to actually happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;if we could ever&amp;nbsp;look at everything in a big picture, why should we look at each other differently? when we get poked with a knife dont we still bleed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Shame a girl by slandering her purity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;and the flames from hell questions your morality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Take advantage of the respect she gave, for that made her weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now the sins will be solely yours to keep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8229174222419220512?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8229174222419220512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8229174222419220512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8229174222419220512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8229174222419220512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/insert-title-on-your-own-go-figure-or.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2153151641178832964</id><published>2009-12-07T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:25:03.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sx1VuvVABMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ikfVex6ovJE/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sx1VuvVABMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ikfVex6ovJE/s640/LOVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Endless tears&amp;nbsp;before my&amp;nbsp;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must be stupid &lt;br /&gt;Must be crazy &lt;br /&gt;Must be out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;Now in the cold light of the day I realize... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirror, Mirror hanging on the wall, &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to tell me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's the biggest fool of all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirror, Mirror I wish you could lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;And bring my baby back,Bring my baby back to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only wishes could be dreams, And all my dreams could come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There would be two of us standing here in front of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could show me that someone that I used to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring back my baby back, my baby&amp;nbsp;back to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2153151641178832964?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2153151641178832964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2153151641178832964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2153151641178832964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2153151641178832964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/endless-tears-my-i-must-be-stupid-must.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sx1VuvVABMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ikfVex6ovJE/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7639128425848793471</id><published>2009-12-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:17:45.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;TALK ON, KEEP SAYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxpcbnRJMnI/AAAAAAAAANw/FSAvff4VY28/s1600-h/funny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxpcbnRJMnI/AAAAAAAAANw/FSAvff4VY28/s320/funny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a point in life when you get so blardy tired of chasing everyone, trying to fix pratically everything and working so damn hard to achieve it.But its not giving up. Its just realising that sometimes we dont need certain people or their huge amounts of crap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let them go,walk on by and if they ever make you feel inferior for your decision to leave and insult your mind, tell them to stick their failure right up their ass where the sun dont shine cause u've got your success so sucker now kiss my damn behind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;OH man exams in two days time and econs isnt the kinda paper you wanna wake up on a monday morning to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7639128425848793471?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7639128425848793471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7639128425848793471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7639128425848793471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7639128425848793471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/talk-on-keep-saying-there-is-point-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxpcbnRJMnI/AAAAAAAAANw/FSAvff4VY28/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8195201894362939604</id><published>2009-12-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:32:39.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SO DISLOYALTY EQUAL TO NO TIME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm gonna ignore the fact you questioned my loyalty and commitment, i'm gonna turn a deaf ear on the silly remarks that was made or the fact you have a title higher above mine and you turn me into your bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxpScrjtcLI/AAAAAAAAANo/DKUwMoYSdIo/s1600-h/416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxpScrjtcLI/AAAAAAAAANo/DKUwMoYSdIo/s320/416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIfference between a good leader and a typical kiss-up stuck -up bossy bits of crap : good leaders walk with confidence showing that&amp;nbsp;they are&amp;nbsp;ready to lead people to success, bossy bits walk as though their freaking balls might fall off with their face stuck up in the air,showing us the consequences of not&amp;nbsp;looking down and&amp;nbsp;tripping over a chair( i'm still&amp;nbsp;waiting to see&amp;nbsp;if it happens) i respect people and i give them a fair chance to play it their way but if they step all over chances well then i think its time for my say!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Some advice little bossy shrew next time trust your members to handle their duties well, not&amp;nbsp;demand obedience&amp;nbsp;and take their part away just because you want things to go your way and when you realise you cant cope with it all oh you realise only when&amp;nbsp;everything starts to fall, dont blame others for not contributing enough,&amp;nbsp;blame your damn ego for taking away all their stuff. Yes i had to bail the day before the event but my mother's health was where my time went, so never mistaken disloyalty with the words sorry i have a family emergency to attend to cause right now your face is very&amp;nbsp;close to meeting my shoe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8195201894362939604?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8195201894362939604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8195201894362939604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8195201894362939604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8195201894362939604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-disloyalty-equal-to-no-time-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxpScrjtcLI/AAAAAAAAANo/DKUwMoYSdIo/s72-c/416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2344832664236822244</id><published>2009-12-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:57:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Advice From THE WISE ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sxab4IC6LpI/AAAAAAAAANg/7YymghmKVOE/s1600-h/funny-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sxab4IC6LpI/AAAAAAAAANg/7YymghmKVOE/s640/funny-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Need i say more :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jenny the tranny Loves her Granny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2344832664236822244?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2344832664236822244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2344832664236822244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2344832664236822244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2344832664236822244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/12/advice-from-wise-one-need-i-say-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sxab4IC6LpI/AAAAAAAAANg/7YymghmKVOE/s72-c/funny-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4205527914730790014</id><published>2009-11-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:00:18.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxPdv6awFAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/odpTziGKW_g/s1600/photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxPdv6awFAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/odpTziGKW_g/s400/photography.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explain to me why there cant be a possible future? when you dont consider the facts of&amp;nbsp;it all? Are you afraid that i wont wait or that you might forget my existence after a year? i understand your priorities, i wont demand for time or attention or calls or anything. I dont mind not having you for a whole year or if necessity you can go ahead and dissapear but i would still like your heart to remain still. If we can set aside passion for more important things in life and pick it back later when were older and much wiser, why wont you consider the idea that we can continue after November 2010? There is such things&amp;nbsp;like pause buttons and resume, we would still&amp;nbsp;be respecting their wishes and it wouldnt cause us misery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to ignore my presence physically or mentally for a year or two&amp;nbsp;go ahead i dont ask for&amp;nbsp;those times too&amp;nbsp;but why does that have to be the reason for you to want to stop whats been started? I said lets put it away and wait for our lives to reach the stage of freedom&amp;nbsp;for us to&amp;nbsp;continue from where we left off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much for planning futures or having an idea or two, you just give it up at the end when the road gets too tough for me and you?Everything is a test remember what we said we could pull through.&amp;nbsp;No harm in having an aim? like the&amp;nbsp;goal&amp;nbsp;for uni, i mean your working for something that your unsure if you can get through. So look at us as a postponed aim and ignore it for now too but you dont have to give up on our existence cause it makes us just as shallow as the people we used to&amp;nbsp;despise too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I respect their wishes and yours too but if you cant seem to see my logic to work things out for me and you than its awful to know we wasted a year of our lives thinking of possibilities to make our lives work out&amp;nbsp;when we cant even make ammendments or change a little and adapt together&amp;nbsp;for a new.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can imagine your reaction, if you ever read this&amp;nbsp;your going to be pissed off cause your back to thinking i just simply dont get you or them but in truth there is always a solution. If there is a will there is a way, sky maybe the limit but nothing is impossible to do.Its only a matter of if you really want it too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will let you ponder and heal or even forget it all if you want too but i hope that you consider possibilities not only with your logic but with a heart too. It took 15 years before two&amp;nbsp;people could reunite, i wonder if you ever considered a year impossible?Hope and faith , includes prayers, heart&amp;nbsp;and logic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many&amp;nbsp;people can want you but there will be only one in your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4205527914730790014?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4205527914730790014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4205527914730790014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4205527914730790014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4205527914730790014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices-explain-to-me-why-there-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxPdv6awFAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/odpTziGKW_g/s72-c/photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-9092908763218564161</id><published>2009-11-30T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:57:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hell-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;having the&amp;nbsp;week from hell,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wasnt going so well (and then&amp;nbsp;you came)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so you told me you needed space,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a kiss on the side my face (not again)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And not to mention the tears, i shed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe&amp;nbsp;I should have kicked your ass instead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need intervention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possible&amp;nbsp;attention to stop this&amp;nbsp;temptation to scream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause honestly&amp;nbsp;baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything thats fucked up went straight to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what did you do, when it all fell apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz now it seems that I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know how i ended up at a bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know who my real friends are (anymore)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put my faith in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess that was a dumb thing to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And not to mention (I drank too much)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can it be any&amp;nbsp;easier?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I just change my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I be mending?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another one ending once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-9092908763218564161?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/9092908763218564161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=9092908763218564161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9092908763218564161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9092908763218564161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/hell-ish-i-was-from-hell-it-wasnt-going.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-9165213739803140323</id><published>2009-11-29T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:47:12.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imperfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"its not a goodbye.don't see it that way" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your beloved&amp;nbsp;email&amp;nbsp;I read&amp;nbsp;today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey&amp;nbsp;we have to&amp;nbsp;be friends"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this really&amp;nbsp;how our story ends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her confessions you may not seek,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her burdens&amp;nbsp;were never yours to keep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling a friend to walk away from the guy who broke her heart, he wasnt worth the tears for his stupidness wasnt her fault. Now i lie to myself, cause i cant seem to walk away from the guy who&amp;nbsp;doesnt want&amp;nbsp;me to stay. Or the time when i told a friend he shouldnt take things negatively cause not everything we touch in life fades away. But who am i kidding, I live on negativity- the ground i walk upon is probably cursed okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxPoe1V38LI/AAAAAAAAANY/zaJfd2YTucc/s1600/Balloon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxPoe1V38LI/AAAAAAAAANY/zaJfd2YTucc/s640/Balloon.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I say i'm okay with all the shitty things that happen around me but&amp;nbsp;in my mind really,&amp;nbsp;i feel disturbed by all the stupidness that walks on this earth. I can preach the glory of positivity and how we shouldnt take things to seriously or How life is too short for us to feel such anger &amp;amp; misery and i probably go home that day wondering why i didnt&amp;nbsp;shoot myself in the head cause honestly i'm&amp;nbsp;an equal mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday i laugh and sing but really who am i kidding, i&amp;nbsp;rather sit one side&amp;nbsp;just to&amp;nbsp;think of reasons why the world doesnt stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughter shouldnt be legal &amp;amp; I shouldnt need to defend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the emo people really know how to live life till the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So maybe I'm not the imperfectionist behind the lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really might have been the true&amp;nbsp;devil in disguise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-9165213739803140323?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/9165213739803140323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=9165213739803140323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9165213739803140323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/9165213739803140323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/imperfectionist-its-not-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SxPoe1V38LI/AAAAAAAAANY/zaJfd2YTucc/s72-c/Balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7244129357488422876</id><published>2009-11-27T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:37:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There he goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;The story of an ice cream man who&amp;nbsp;left&amp;nbsp; with&amp;nbsp;all the vanilla ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met an ice cream man January 2009. First time i spoke to him, he sounded super hilarious. He gave me his number so i could call him if i needed more ice cream.He was a super weird fellow with a really good sense of humour. Well who was i to judge, i was equally weird and i had a desire for vanilla ice cream. At first i thought of hitting the ice cream man for fun to run away with all the ice cream but he said something that reminded me of what my daddy loved to say, "if i dont balance the amount of ice cream with proper food like vegetables, i was going to suffer" and he sounded like my daddy with his big frown and funny voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At first i thought he was really those other&amp;nbsp;kinda ice cream man who would probably spit on your ice cream before they serve it to you.I mean all the other i ce cream man's i met was like that. real behind the scene action. Anyways after knowing the ice cream man for like 11 months close to a year i realise that the ice cream man was very imperfect but he had good taste in making vanilla ice cream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ice-cream man was a great friend. So full of crap, life and wisdom at times. Well sometimes he pisses me off cause he doesnt bother coming down to sell ice cream but when he does come down to sell, my tummy feels so happy to have the vanilla&amp;nbsp;ice cream again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now the ice-cream man can never sell ice-cream to me again, cause the manufacturer of the ingredients banned all ice-cream sale. Guess i'm never going to see the ice- cream man again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sw__fOBygSI/AAAAAAAAANI/WILTDxhiDI8/s1600/move.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sw__fOBygSI/AAAAAAAAANI/WILTDxhiDI8/s200/move.jpg" width="200" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will i ever get to eat ice-cream again?especially my vanilla flavour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY EXAMS ARE COMING!!!!!!!!!! Perfect timing!&amp;nbsp;no more ice -cream for me fuck the vanilla i need some weed. And people wonder why someone should care about another person when the other person cant even bother to look after the other persons welfare. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Here comes the hell rider living&amp;nbsp;with her own guide, BOY whatever happens i suggest you never go outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7244129357488422876?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7244129357488422876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7244129357488422876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7244129357488422876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7244129357488422876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-he-goes-story-of-ice-cream-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sw__fOBygSI/AAAAAAAAANI/WILTDxhiDI8/s72-c/move.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2647062529624063529</id><published>2009-11-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:40:32.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;STAY CHEERFUL SAY NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we tell the world our story,what do we gain? another laugh another tear anothe reason for them to hate us for another year?&amp;nbsp;dont we ever get&amp;nbsp; fed up&amp;nbsp;of ranting our stories into someone's ear? Apparently not! well i dont anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say a word to keep me sane.Honestly with the rate of frustrations building in me, its healthy to let it all out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont get anymore sleep, and its really fucking up my face. My brain is completely exhausted tryna think of ways to put my schedule in the right track. I have exams in a few weeks time but i have no fuckin brain power. I think people actually&amp;nbsp;find that&amp;nbsp;i am kinda dumb..Anyway... Somehow the little things we do in life dont really get seen. But the fucked up messed up part of it all gets plastered every where and i mean seriously everywhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do we stay cheerful? faking a smile helps for awhile until you blow up and see some mother fuckin stars or drink your sorrows away kinda crap but that shit just ends you up with waking up the next morning with no pants. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2647062529624063529?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2647062529624063529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2647062529624063529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2647062529624063529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2647062529624063529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/stay-cheerful-say-nothing-when-we-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-722946651218394053</id><published>2009-11-24T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:08:21.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HELL RIDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've had a shit of a weekend yes a real f.y.i shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Loan sharks wow they arer the best man! throw paint at your house when your neighbours are the ones who owe the freaking cash! My fuckin door you assholes is pretty brown,that fuckin shit neighbour has a white freaking door! dude it looks like a blank canvas go fucking paint that damn door!shit didnt you go to school,did they ever teach you to paint on brown papaer!!! i hope you shit yourself to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SCHOOL IS ONE HELL OF A PLACE , you either wanna laugh at some dick's joke or cry in frustration cause noone listens. but hey HELL IS A PLACE CALLED HOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I like waking up in the morning feeling breezy without pants, feeling super stoned caused its fun like whats on TV. Not remembering how you felt when everything's just shitty makes me smile inside cause i hate being the pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-722946651218394053?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/722946651218394053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=722946651218394053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/722946651218394053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/722946651218394053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/hell-rider-ive-had-shit-of-weekend-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-5864534633260514515</id><published>2009-11-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:01:46.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;JADED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna wake up in the morning feeling better than P.diddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i really need to party you better get me high and shitty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've got my blue jeans on like a drugged up hippy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing to worry right now&amp;nbsp;cause she's single and ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever happened to together forvever well that can wait for awhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As my soulmate kinda thing well like you said we're still young and living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need two death calls to remind me why i shouldnt be thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well if i actually recalled it just created the crap on the path that we're walking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So listen up buddy i'm the hell rider that's gonna be singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-5864534633260514515?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/5864534633260514515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=5864534633260514515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5864534633260514515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5864534633260514515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/jaded-i-wanna-wake-up-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-6573492001021213917</id><published>2009-10-31T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:48:51.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your STATUS ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;out of ten people 8 guesses that i'm attached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Out of the 8, 2 says i'm having more than one partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Funny really 6 people think i'm happily hitched onto someone else's wagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets clear a few doubtsy eh, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not into girls,yes i aint lesbianto comprende?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No i'm not dating a girl right now, okay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me dating 3 guys for fun,sucker that aint the real deal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me having fun with all the merry bushes around me yes!partially true,who wouldnt wanna wash some eyes out i mean seriously thats human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No i aint slutting at Geylang red light distirct for the last time, not the whole of geylang is a pussy licking place! i mean seriously i gots the morals of a saint-ish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not attached to anyone yes my fren from outer space, ms moon girl is not hooked onto anyones wagon,dat doesnt mean i want to ride your cowboy trailer.(if that even makes sense)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drool for that oh so fabulous smiles and sometimes ass it depends, haha not the tight pants wussy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing against races seriously i aint racist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I aint a gold digger,i didnt know the dude was fucking old,i wasnt wearing specs you half-moron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly i am super happy with my status,free and spirited me YAY ME !!! haha now stop tryna hitch me up okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-6573492001021213917?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/6573492001021213917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=6573492001021213917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6573492001021213917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6573492001021213917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-your-status-out-of-ten-people-8.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3070422820730801595</id><published>2009-10-28T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:22:01.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tea Cup My ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes schools starts and your back to OMG i need a life again, no its not that crappy just that everything else seems too fucking good to be true. Like A) i was looking froward to having a great semester 2 with much more improvements-study wise. than well tom dick and harry gets into the picture and screws it up cause after all my life revolves around the munchkins right?eldest what! responsibility of a saint! its not i that i hate them sheesh i love them till their little bony ass,just that i'm exhautes always trying to pick up crap after crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and B) considdering that maybe my solution was to go overseas and continue my studies at TASMANIA (got accepted) but realise cost of life ther would probably make my parents crap themselves. And besides so far&amp;nbsp;away&amp;nbsp;from alll my haters here right?so why give them the ball of a time by letting them be happy.If i stay i get to make them alll miserable inside to see my face,I HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting C) to actually think people have it&amp;nbsp;in them to change is impossible once a sissy&amp;nbsp;tea cup always a sissy&amp;nbsp;tea cup.Noone changes for yoouu, no matter how upset you are no matter how fucked up your being tortured,nobody changes for the better if it means they got to live life differently. SO once a sassy tea cup gets stuck up your ass,they aint never going to get out! ( you got to knnow who you are i mean seriously!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3070422820730801595?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3070422820730801595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3070422820730801595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3070422820730801595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3070422820730801595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-cup-my-ass-yes-schools-starts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-877341503037187800</id><published>2009-10-08T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:18:56.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOOM ITS GOES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright driving a manual car is terrifying,i have issues with the damn breaks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the clutch with the brakes and fish my engine dies!!! Like a mtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you just stick a nail on my tyres damn it.Its sucking my damn brains out and i've only gone for three damn lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE actually on the real road itself can u believe that,ang mo kio's road will never be the same again.&lt;strong&gt;ENGINE LIKE A ROCKSTAR BRAKES&amp;nbsp;REALLY SCREWS&amp;nbsp;THE CAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE TIE A FREAKING PARACHUTE BEHIND MY CAR SO I WONT END UP KILLING MYSELF THANKS TO&amp;nbsp;Messed UP TAXI DRIVERS WHO DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT THE SHITTING HELL THE 'L' PLATE MEANS&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;learning you pisser!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut in front of me thinking i&amp;nbsp;wanna brake my freaking brains out onto the dashboard!!! If i need suicidal ways of destroying my brain cells i'll give a call alright.&lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; I got a nice pick from the comforts shitheads to the&amp;nbsp;SMaRT bullbrains....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISNT driving just&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;fabulously&lt;/strike&gt; fucked up&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-877341503037187800?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/877341503037187800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=877341503037187800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/877341503037187800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/877341503037187800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/10/zoom-its-goes-alright-driving-manual.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2484516458655648265</id><published>2009-10-04T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:53:47.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy Latino!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truth be told i miss you, truth be told i'm lying....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love the way that latino can shake his ass.&lt;br /&gt;"bring it on in it to win it" boy he shakes&amp;nbsp; his booty like a fire drill ringing.ohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he sings to his mami like he wants her in his life, drive all the way to Malibu for his chicka.Just to see her.Boy and he walks on the beach with her eventhough he hates the sand on his new dancing shoes.Still he can shake it and bring her some romance.I like that latino ahhhhhhh,shake it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2484516458655648265?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2484516458655648265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2484516458655648265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2484516458655648265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2484516458655648265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-latino-truth-be-told-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4443653767578865229</id><published>2009-09-28T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:03:53.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now &lt;strike&gt;suppose&lt;/strike&gt; its shut down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You've just hit the last strike,your running out of chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;ONE TWO &amp;amp; THREE I"M OUT. I tell you that i'm through cause honestly i cant stand the sight of everything i cant do. I build my wall way up high, sealed it shut with a metal door.Every battle i go through it still heals.Now break it down, i dont belong under your skin somehow after awhile noone wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SsB6tOmDBgI/AAAAAAAAANA/87nGh3L4Yqs/s1600-h/13187807_125x125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SsB6tOmDBgI/AAAAAAAAANA/87nGh3L4Yqs/s320/13187807_125x125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be worried,i'm still the same.I have a sense of whats wrong right. I just need you to wake up and smell the roses. Your duties isnt my burden,i will have mine.Their failure isnt mine for the fall,you let them off the hook but i'm the one you push six feet under.Its never to late.Love makes anything work,loyalty sticks it all in place for you, if i walk now what would you do?Well worry not i'm not a hellion ready to join the rebels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you say : use intelligence against ignorance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way : The way you glare doesnt get me anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4443653767578865229?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4443653767578865229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4443653767578865229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4443653767578865229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4443653767578865229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-suppose-its-shut-down-youve-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SsB6tOmDBgI/AAAAAAAAANA/87nGh3L4Yqs/s72-c/13187807_125x125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-2821892107490470045</id><published>2009-09-27T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:46:44.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SsB3ClgYGeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/p3VfEhgRPtE/s1600-h/bewarevoltage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SsB3ClgYGeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/p3VfEhgRPtE/s400/bewarevoltage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break&amp;nbsp;the wall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell my mother ! tell my father ! &amp;nbsp;i've done the best i can,&lt;br /&gt;To make them realise this is my life i hope they understand!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry, i'm just saying sometimes silence isnt my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;my second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you think i've lost my sense of what's wrong and right. Try to clamp me down with your sheets of never ending balances.I dont leave your four walls till i'm done for the day but by then its already 7pm and you know i cant roam my nights away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like giving back anyway i can.You like dark hair with simple looking haircut, professional wadrobe and heels to kill. You Probably fell off your horse with the dark look i tried on haha.The screaming music in&amp;nbsp;my ear,every sound from&amp;nbsp;your constant&amp;nbsp;chatter disappear.This time you might be the one i blame for once my story turned into a funny game.I've got more buttons to push but hey for now the silence and submissive smile works nicely for me,what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-2821892107490470045?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/2821892107490470045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=2821892107490470045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2821892107490470045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/2821892107490470045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-wall-tell-my-mother-tell-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SsB3ClgYGeI/AAAAAAAAAM4/p3VfEhgRPtE/s72-c/bewarevoltage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4294083220834237084</id><published>2009-09-26T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:55:44.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Talk about lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a super smile.I fall for it a million times.Put me in a charm cause its obvious your the only one that doesnt end up getting harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a week i've seen white thrice. Thursdays wedding was simply gorgeous.Haiz its just a typical love story,fall in love but seperated cause of career than one sacrifice to be with another and together they live happily ever after.Started with a perfect kiss end suddenly everything's just a sweet bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i've got a soft side for happy couples.Its just sweet.Two people who are potentially suited fo each other comes together finally after endless struggles.Hey who wouldnt want to watch that haha. I think its adorable how one can fall into a&amp;nbsp;mindless state and try how ever much they can to be seen in anothers eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just living in my own cloud.but who says love cant be like fairytale stories.Its not the physical details of being a princess with a glass slipper , its the act of scarifice and trust.or the fact that in just a few minutes someone could turn ur life upside down.Is that hard to believe?not eveything in reality needs to be practical right?sometimes you've got to do it just for the hell of it.if you come out alive then by jolly your the survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sr4dLgZYowI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qdPY9sImb6c/s1600-h/kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sr4dLgZYowI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qdPY9sImb6c/s320/kiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"call it love call it crush call it whatever you want it,cause no matter where i go&amp;nbsp;i keep a picture of her in my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wallet,take a look at my girlfriend" &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4294083220834237084?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4294083220834237084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4294083220834237084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4294083220834237084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4294083220834237084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-about-crazy-you-have-super-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sr4dLgZYowI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qdPY9sImb6c/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1147404568078483388</id><published>2009-09-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:57:43.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE song spoke a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never would've worked out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1147404568078483388?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1147404568078483388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1147404568078483388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1147404568078483388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1147404568078483388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/song-spoke-thousand-words-remember-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4717492388273121010</id><published>2009-09-22T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:58:22.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who am i kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i want to go help people in Laos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;new found fear contricts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pass driving before december&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;practical lessons only available in November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a proper job during holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;cant even commit to one task without distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spend time with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;time seems to be spend on every other thing except that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Watch the latest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i cant find the website to watch movies anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perform for TP rawks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;missed trainings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Attend Malay Dance training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;till i learn or grow a backbone to be independant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mingle with the outside society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;frustration with other crap causes lack of&amp;nbsp;cheerful convos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Go for night walks with fren&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;restraint by night duties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ensure that siblings stay focus on the right things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;not serious enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be an example for parents creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i'm still trying not to drop myself off a cliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pretend that shit doesnt happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dream land doesnt stay very long&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'm not bottling up frustrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i'm venting negative energy with silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm seems i&amp;nbsp;must to stop finding the excuses for things that dont work out . Plans&amp;nbsp;set out&amp;nbsp;for things&amp;nbsp;should&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;freaking fall into place not aim for substitutes. I need to suck it up and slap some shape into the damn situations thats out of control. i&amp;nbsp;fell for the&amp;nbsp;crime better&amp;nbsp;deal with the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4717492388273121010?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4717492388273121010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4717492388273121010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4717492388273121010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4717492388273121010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-am-i-kidding-i-want-to-go-help.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4406659503344840223</id><published>2009-09-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:54:36.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have an AL-SHEP life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times i'm thinking that i'm neither a full-pledge arab or a complete eurasian.So i feel like an outcast.Especially during hari raya.I mean everyone gets to visit two sides of the family while i have one.It makes me feel kinda abnormal in a way especially&amp;nbsp;when i'm put nexxt to my relatives but after yeasterdays open house i realise i shoudlnt feel so abnormal but lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i get to experience the two different&amp;nbsp; ways of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upbringing,the style and cultures plays such an impact in each individual that it makes them form different types of characters but if u harmonise them together,they actually create a nice fun party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;beautiful to see them mix and mingle.and i realise i'm the master piece of the harmony&amp;nbsp;between the&amp;nbsp;two different races.Which made me feel different in a unique way.I get to live both as an arab and a eurasian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrhWP34ut1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sOS-bgdNmkU/s1600-h/GEDC1891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrhWP34ut1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sOS-bgdNmkU/s200/GEDC1891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrhXfxjYPsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cHi0liGyp0I/s1600-h/GEDC1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrhXfxjYPsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cHi0liGyp0I/s200/GEDC1711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It took the alsri's and the shepherdsons mixing to make me realise i didnt need to feel impure both ways but a start of a new creation.That doesnt make me less of an arab or less of a eurasian it just meant that i had more than one to handle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4406659503344840223?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4406659503344840223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4406659503344840223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4406659503344840223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4406659503344840223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-al-shep-life-at-times-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrhWP34ut1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sOS-bgdNmkU/s72-c/GEDC1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-5029240388510421020</id><published>2009-09-18T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:21:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;My lullaby when your voice cant be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I rush to my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda dream is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my, sweet dream........&lt;br /&gt;(Sweet Dreams- Beyonce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrQVerEcjAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Sqf2TxnoH6A/s1600-h/_Love_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrQVerEcjAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Sqf2TxnoH6A/s320/_Love_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your away,haiz its weird in a way.i mean its just a day and i miss u already. The funny voice i hear before bed or the silly stories.Your like my lullaby before i close my eyes even if it plays for awhile.Few minutes or seconds it still lulls me to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-5029240388510421020?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/5029240388510421020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=5029240388510421020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5029240388510421020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5029240388510421020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-lullaby-when-your-voice-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrQVerEcjAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Sqf2TxnoH6A/s72-c/_Love_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8392937820840945604</id><published>2009-09-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:41:21.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Running Out Of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to tell you something so badly,but i couldnt. You deserve to know but am scared i'll cry. Through the phone you might not see but all my tears would be pouring down so swiftly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'd hear it in my voice,you always know my moods. Well i will tell you. I receive an email&amp;nbsp;from Murdoch they said they have considered my application, first round passed now on to the board of directors.They will review my application in the first week of October while i'm in Laos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think we're running out of time, to wish my final goodbyes.Time is ticking to fast,the year is ending&amp;nbsp;very soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your going away for Raya to KL one weekend without your voice.I sure will miss you deary, Come on I'm in Love with a guy as hot as fire and to me a heart as pure as distilled water hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that its your exams i wish you my best.I pray for your strength and success :) We will be parted awhile cause you would be busy but you know i'm always by your side.In your heart tooooooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In october its me and laos for ten whole days gosh,i'll miss you crazy thinking about you in so many ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i come back and if your results go well then i have&amp;nbsp;a chance to see you at the library but if it doesnt happen, i guess we have our own lives to lead i understand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm torn in side, kinda into many&amp;nbsp;pieces.I miss you so much deary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJYM1UMh2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xGyeECq9unw/s1600-h/coverside41trythisoneonforsize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJYM1UMh2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xGyeECq9unw/s200/coverside41trythisoneonforsize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;So this would be my endless love story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;for&amp;nbsp;all this,you know i'll never stop loving mr hairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8392937820840945604?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8392937820840945604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8392937820840945604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8392937820840945604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8392937820840945604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/running-out-of-time-i-wanted-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJYM1UMh2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xGyeECq9unw/s72-c/coverside41trythisoneonforsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-6227137593898117297</id><published>2009-09-12T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:46:21.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Awesome Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its soon to be my 18th wohooo. But i had an early birthday bash which was super awesome to me. Lots of people came especially my adorable classmates,I love eileen's photo masterpiece me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Temptation to cry was like on level 80 ready.Haiz but i am not sissy-ish.And then after i found out daddy and mummy with the help of lil bro made me a video with all mmy family members wishing me happy birthday with a personal message.AWWWWWWWWWWW i cried finally in the car feeling super blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so true &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"its nice to grow old together with your family and friends beside you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to know they care,touching man :( take a peek at the party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJP_4M_wyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iVdIahi50BE/s320/GEDC1566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJP3KTd0KI/AAAAAAAAALA/FbnAxRUV8eI/s1600-h/GEDC1663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJP3KTd0KI/AAAAAAAAALA/FbnAxRUV8eI/s320/GEDC1663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJQm7rdSnI/AAAAAAAAALo/vosF-MI9mts/s1600-h/GEDC1556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJQm7rdSnI/AAAAAAAAALo/vosF-MI9mts/s320/GEDC1556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJP7XeszKI/AAAAAAAAALI/uJ1HWh5qaOE/s1600-h/GEDC1681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJP7XeszKI/AAAAAAAAALI/uJ1HWh5qaOE/s320/GEDC1681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its Like Someone important is missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he is always in my heart :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Special THanks to Familia Alhamdullilah to be blessed with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJPn_iijnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d3oZCvXtWEg/s1600-h/GEDC1690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJPn_iijnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d3oZCvXtWEg/s320/GEDC1690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the empty space in the picture on the right thats for him soon hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-6227137593898117297?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/6227137593898117297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=6227137593898117297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6227137593898117297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6227137593898117297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesome-party-yes-its-soon-to-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SrJQ4rrwDGI/AAAAAAAAALw/WvzlrWMsbf0/s72-c/GEDC1667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-4331369499824632833</id><published>2009-09-10T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:16:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;hello CRUELLA WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think for the week of my birthday, i'm going to be busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday,Wed &amp;amp; Friday i have malay dance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday too i'm planning to go help business ambassadors with some event at 6pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&amp;nbsp;morning i'm going to apply for driving license WOHOOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today i STarted reading the manual lalalala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday I have some Law inc Leadership event sheesh fasting some more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not forgetting weekend i must finish baking my cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday working&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday hopefully restful dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday i going JB with mums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rest of the week i'll be working how cool is that awesome eh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sqkl_WISX-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/lBa7dBcWQRI/s1600-h/life-choices-quotes-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sqkl_WISX-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/lBa7dBcWQRI/s320/life-choices-quotes-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz at least by busying myself i might forget the week existed, we always want things we cant have eh.i need to find amirah birthday present shucks.oh well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-4331369499824632833?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/4331369499824632833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=4331369499824632833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4331369499824632833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/4331369499824632833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-cruella-week-i-think-for-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sqkl_WISX-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/lBa7dBcWQRI/s72-c/life-choices-quotes-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-7902557274576136051</id><published>2009-09-09T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:29:16.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Angry Horns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes its frustrating to see the one that you care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having talks with tons of girls out there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes you feel unworthy and small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like somehow my presence doesnt matter at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your not happy to have me around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont bother looking for me when i'm down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me think you worry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for all my tears and sad story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get angry to know you dont see my tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime i mention&amp;nbsp;all my&amp;nbsp;annoying fears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on face it,you dont knw how much i hurt when that girl came into the picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget her existence or your billion girls but somehow i cant forget either&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be honest i know your there for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But relationships or friendships&amp;nbsp;aint for free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is always a price to pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;either you love them to keep them going all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-7902557274576136051?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/7902557274576136051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=7902557274576136051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7902557274576136051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/7902557274576136051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/angry-horns-yes-its-frustrating-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1308217462506662142</id><published>2009-09-05T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:18:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;without words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to hugg Ronan Keating his blue eyes staring at you while he sings,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when you don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face let's me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1308217462506662142?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1308217462506662142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1308217462506662142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1308217462506662142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1308217462506662142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/without-words-i-want-to-hugg-ronan.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8300080512778465648</id><published>2009-09-04T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:08:36.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like shiny stars,a huge interest&amp;nbsp;for its&amp;nbsp;beauty,if i had eyes that glow like one damn i would&amp;nbsp; look so awesome.hhaah well to me lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read a lovely poem today..guess it was about a star too. A guy who wrote and compared the beauty of nature of his lady ahhhhh.I'm a hopeless sucker for lovey dovey stuff. I think cause i'm kinda deprived from affectionate words haha.damn i need to toughen up,i'm being such a sissy again.Like come on SHIF dont be such a b**** about it,why dont you throw yourself in a gay pool while your at it,haiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SqKaqiXKHiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5zWstSKWEk4/s1600-h/curls_and_stars_by_lainwicked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SqKaqiXKHiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5zWstSKWEk4/s200/curls_and_stars_by_lainwicked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its still a superb poem whether i'm gay or not.Like come on who wouldnt melt if a guy says, Your beauty shines as bright as a star with its moonlight. or Be my starlight&amp;nbsp;glow that leaves only beauty wherever it goes.Haiz cheesy right but hey his poetry probably got the dude a chance to sleep with some hottie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8300080512778465648?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8300080512778465648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8300080512778465648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8300080512778465648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8300080512778465648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/star-i-like-shiny-starsa-huge-interest.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SqKaqiXKHiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5zWstSKWEk4/s72-c/curls_and_stars_by_lainwicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3091195296309852371</id><published>2009-09-02T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:41:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE KNOWS NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I think Anaconda three is way cooler than the other snake shows,i know i'm so "updated" i mean the show is at least 5 years old or something haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Things to consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to bake cookies isnt as easy as it looks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents are&amp;nbsp;a blessing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a confused child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think dancing needs to be forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye to red hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my future seems like a complex image&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not ready to be tied down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;law might not be my thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;needs to look more professional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time to grow up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;driving license&amp;nbsp;is scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not looking forward to birthday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sp1qjAGJWoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/heLAGas-PVY/s1600-h/depression.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sp1qjAGJWoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/heLAGas-PVY/s320/depression.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't sleep but i'm totally exhausted.High on some medication as usual. fasting month seems to be a peaceful month.i feel closer to the one that matters to me.At the end of the day i think i need a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3091195296309852371?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3091195296309852371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3091195296309852371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3091195296309852371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3091195296309852371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-knows-nothing-i-think-anaconda.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sp1qjAGJWoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/heLAGas-PVY/s72-c/depression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-310816767027017900</id><published>2009-08-27T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:53:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Spa5ng3OF5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ADUQ-321khU/s1600-h/GEDC1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374687293800847250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Spa5ng3OF5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ADUQ-321khU/s320/GEDC1300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winner Takes ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take it that your happy with her,judging from your smiles while your holding to her tightly.Congratulations i'm glad your happy i really am.This is not jealousy okay dear friend.I mean i'm happy you finally found someone to spend time with.GOsh adorable really :) i'm so proud of you hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attention is a rather complicated word.I mean everyone wants it from someone else but are they willing to give it to another?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet shiza,happy girl with her beloved Rella.They had their fun before but now he is always on the phone busy with work tryna raise up money to marry her.Yet after awhile it seems like shiza felt dejected.She refuses to admit it hurts because he is doing it for her.Happy as always she just smiles while he leaves her standing in the middle of no where to answer a phone call.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Kamzi comes into the picture,after all kamzi was her old childhood friend. Kamzi sees Shiza standing all alone so he goes to her.He had a crush on her since forever but never had the guts to make her his.They start talking about good old times.She hasnt spoken to anyone like this for along time and feels happy.She laughs at his jokes and talks with excitement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the thing Rella comes back and think what the hell but keeps quiet about it.Now Kamzi is also a businessman like Rella but Kamzi always greets her with messages and speaks to Shiza more often than Rella.Shiza enjoys the attention but she missed hanging out with Rella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad story but the ending was that Shiza didnt marry Kamzi or Rella because Rella never had time to make her exist and Kamzi was always there to support her but it was just as a friend he was afraid to try to be more than friends.SO she gave up on both and found a new one.DAMN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cried after listening to this story,it was so beautiful.I'm such a sissy.It's real life situation sia,not some drama f**** why couldnt it be a movie or something? Then i learned something &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WINNER DIDNT NEED TO BE AN EXISTING OR NEW COMPETITOR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO TAKE AWAY THE PRIZE AT HAND,A WINNER WAS THE ONE WHO WANTED THE PRIZE EVEN MORE THAN THEM. haiz never take things for granted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-310816767027017900?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/310816767027017900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=310816767027017900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/310816767027017900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/310816767027017900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner-takes-all-i-take-it-that-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Spa5ng3OF5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ADUQ-321khU/s72-c/GEDC1300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-6772669468926719289</id><published>2009-08-25T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:00:53.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpP8ZRtzd-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ri2AqnxTUJo/s1600-h/1az.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373916291565582306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpP8ZRtzd-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ri2AqnxTUJo/s320/1az.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN MY HEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;For my Grandfather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Lovely this year is my turn to write for your obituary page,wow three years since you've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I miss your laughter and your smiles and the funny way you fight with grandma all the time.I know she misses you something fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;you watched her grow up and helped her through, no matter the fights she always depended on you.I loved her story the one before you left, she told me that before you died you wanted her to be safe protected so you could rest well in your grave.What you told her was so beautiful,a man like you surely rarely exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I was thinking "shit what can i write for him,no words could describe you" and then i remembered her story about your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;She always yelled at you and screamed like a shrew.Yet you supported her and gave her food and a home and family that you dearly loved too. How you sacrificed till your death bed your life for a woman of strength you called your wife. She never bothered with the i love you's instead she often threaten to kick you and nearly killed you twice hahaha parang gangster.She gambled so much of your wealth but you worried about her instead of your health.You stood by her and understood how her life before was troubled and yours was similar too,how you were happy to have met someone who could understand your fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The day before you died.That very night, you woke her up when you finally got up from bed,walked to your dresser and pulled out your wedding tux,In your pocket you kept a bundle of cash you had kept.She was so touched she never could explain how much she loved you and she never got a chance for the next day you felt it would hurt her less if you left when she wasnt next to you.Now every night she huggs your tux to sleep for in her eyes she always weeps for a man who always treated her right and brought his family joy through their days and nights.So grandfather this is my poem for you,i will publish it on the newspaper. they told me to keep it short and sweet by my meaning is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not stand on his grave to weep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For he is not there, he does not sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not stand on his grave and cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For In our hearts he never died&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A piece of you in all of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empowered by your love and trust &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a father, Grandfather &amp;amp; Husband you strived to be better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if our love could have saved you, You would have lived forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-6772669468926719289?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/6772669468926719289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=6772669468926719289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6772669468926719289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6772669468926719289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-head-for-my-grandfather-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpP8ZRtzd-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ri2AqnxTUJo/s72-c/1az.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-952164862275068354</id><published>2009-08-24T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:51:19.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpKaw2qpEfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5gO5z0iHOE4/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373527469505188338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpKaw2qpEfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5gO5z0iHOE4/s320/love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet Dreams With A Beautiful NIGHTMARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not average but nothing perfect,week long of mugging as always.But they say "ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHTSIDE OF LIFE lallalalalalala" haha,this is the same girl who sings emo songs in the bathroom and likes emo pictures and phrases.Major contradiction.I like dancing, freak it out with the reggae beats and sob away in an endless pool of sweet sorrows&lt;sad&gt; but i'm super cheerful i think? well whatever,i'm in my own world yay me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERFUL WHY? OMG OMG OMG Firstly i'm recovering wohoo.I SAY Bye bye sickness please just let me go,i cant spend my time with you no more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly,POM exams were fun to do,mummy i shall thank you a billions for thou do not know how fortunate i am,YOUR LECTURES ABOUT INTERNATIONAL MANAGEMENT came out yipee!! well other than that it was awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THirdly shit!!!!!!!!!! i think i fucked econs i'm so dead the last two questions left carries alot of marks and i decide to be a genious.THANKS i fell ill in the middle of my paper :( i couldnt do it argh!! freaking pussy** okay screw it i'll get a C or D blessing to pass shucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourthly, AMazing simply amazing a simple statement never sounded so sexy in my entire life, repeat scenario : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hotstuff:Imagine me in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I say unknowingly : But i'm on my bed,kinda wrong image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hotterstuff: Okay fine,I'm standing infront of on my knees asking you WILL YOU BE MINE?&lt;br /&gt;I say stupidly: YEa lah of course if that happens i will say YES YES YES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hotteststuff:Well its for real be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I say in the most shocked/happy/amazed/in tears voice : OMG ARe you serious?SHit are you serious? omg your serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hot:Yea i am.so whats it gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I scream : OMG YES OF COURSE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !! YES YES YES..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm on cloud 9 ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-952164862275068354?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/952164862275068354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=952164862275068354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/952164862275068354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/952164862275068354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-dreams-with-beautiful-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpKaw2qpEfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5gO5z0iHOE4/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3746053439083503478</id><published>2009-08-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:21:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpAo8K20WEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YopT9EdIfcM/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372839369624541250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpAo8K20WEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YopT9EdIfcM/s200/44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I try to understand why you find it difficult to have faith in our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I try on your shoes to figure out what's scary about falling in love at a tender age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I try to make logic to why we cant be more than just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I try to push away the fact your still interested in talking to so many girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I try to figure out why i trust you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think about you being happier with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I find that we fight too much because of different views in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I see us having a great potential future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I get angry when you dont seem to put yourself in my shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss your smiles and our funny days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I get hurt if you wont sacrifice some time to show me i exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I scream under the pillow when you tell me your pressured and we cant exist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cry when you get angry with all the pressure for my existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I laugh at your adorable humour that brightens my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I jump around in excitement to see you online or your call on my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I feel safe and secured inside hearing your voice or seeing your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I ache inside to think that we might not make it all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But IT'S EVERYTIME &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT I LOVE YOU AND KNOW PURITY IN YOUR HEART EXIST :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1333069485087728594-3746053439083503478?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3746053439083503478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3746053439083503478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3746053439083503478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3746053439083503478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SpAo8K20WEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YopT9EdIfcM/s72-c/44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8866238557404828289</id><published>2009-08-19T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:31:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sow22yJdMxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IEbjDbtgT-Y/s1600-h/Love+is+bred+in+the+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371728770348430098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sow22yJdMxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IEbjDbtgT-Y/s320/Love+is+bred+in+the+young.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 say 3 words 4 you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throat like fire,really i think its severely burnt or suffered from a burn.Damn if i could drop some ice down it,it would be a blessing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If i wrote a song for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you let me sing to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even if i sound real bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you tell me you were glad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If i wrote cheesy poems and recited it to you infront of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you laugh with the crowd and jeer along pretending i wasnt your girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even if another helped me move away from the ungrateful crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you let him take me without screaming your true feelings out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And if i left you a note sealed with a kiss on your desk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you tell your friends i was such a mess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even if the note told you i was leaving today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you turn around and tell me to stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For sacrifice is a big word,i'm willing to admit,till this very moment i'm still unsure of what i can give.I mean I have given my heart,soul and time but am i ready to give you a life?I didnt mean some child sacrifice thing,i'm not sadistic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I meant my complete self to you?to the extent where noone could take my presence away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Okay maybe its a little too literature-ish and too soon to tell but if i'm really going by the start of next year, how could i protect you from the biggest fear?the one where i walk away,and your left alone.I couldnt protect your heart from feeling that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It takes trust to build a stronger bond,it takes time for one to be strong.How do i tell you everything is going to be okay?when i myself dont believe in what i say.I know we're going to worry,who wouldnt?but i fear what you fear too.Somehow that fear revolves around the idea of one loosing the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Theres only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you,i Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i think its the only words we have to hold on to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for love is a word so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;trusting the meaning behind it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It will help us get along :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8866238557404828289?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Strangled Between Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My days seem to be floating by so easily,one minute i'm having a laugh the next i'm back to serious studying and after trying to refrain myself from falling ill.Which i am prettty sure i am but it doesnt play importance.As long as i fight it off or shake it off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes i do notice the irritance in my throat or the fact i sleep very often because i'm severely whiped out or the fact i seem to look like i'm mourning my own death of my cheerfulness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wake up early morning to see my corpse face staring at the mirror,thankfully everyone else seems to sleep through it and i keep myself out so i could pretend i was doing okay,thankfully it works! I do feel alive when i'm out mugging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now twice i've woken up early from my very minimum sleep just to send them to the docter,apparently i'm like familiar with the receptionist who keeps staring at me.I think she thinks either their my children or i seem to like visiting the docter.haha now thats a funny thought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay i'm shacked but its just two weeks more,real world vs the rest YOU CAN DO IT SHIFI.Lack of self-motivation haiz.Things seem to fall apart nearing exams oh well thats life i guess.Well i most prob am screwed for POM yes POM screw YOU!ARGH!!!! ruin my life,blardy F**** CHIT needs to be hanged on a rope.WEll whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Countdown to fasting month YES AH!!! excited,i'm gonna learn how to bake cookies and finally spend time with family,which btw i have to work too yipee yay ya right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Birthday coming oh jolly! driving license,i think thats my only excitement oh and photoshoot with Lisah haha, for once i'll be pampered haiz i'd like for some of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Australia, Australia you might be coming sooner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am i ready to leave and become a loner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But future will always comes first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know i'll feel sacrificed for education's never ending thirst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1815850291423711564?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1815850291423711564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1815850291423711564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3279672441481508976</id><published>2009-08-17T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:45:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The world was our own Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love would be our background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You would be the artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would be your paintbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fill my life with colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll bring you abstract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I might be your sketches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But you would be the idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We could work together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Create the masterpiece of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till the end of time,our story of a painter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I dont need your life to make mine complete but i could sure as hell have you around.We dont need each other to exist but it helps us create existence.I like the idea of walking down a pathway into a destination that includes you.Its not a certain ending but i'd like to end up there.It should show you little bugger that i really do care.I mean we might be in our own little paths thats gonna seperate us two but at the end of the day i stand at the edge of the path and i know i'll see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3279672441481508976?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3279672441481508976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3279672441481508976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3279672441481508976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3279672441481508976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-was-our-own-painting-love-would.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-6395981973115287157</id><published>2009-08-14T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:46:19.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There It is again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (forgive the english usage,i'm in frustration mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm officially in the mode where you know what fuck PRinciples of Management,its such a pain in the ass to keep looking at a teacher who only cares about one student which is her favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean its really unfair how you judge the rest when they are trying and your not giving a rats ass right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education environment should be one where students should not need to feel fed up of learning because of a teachers lack of judgement into ones character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are all human beings,there will be times when your just to fed up with a person and your not sure why but the sight of that person burns a hole in your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to hell with what you think because i hope you know you failed as a teacher to motivate or teach your student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for management and leading a company,you can remember every word about motivating a bunch of employees but you cant even remember the duties of your own career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i might be mean but you put my grades on the line and you expect me to just sit around and depress myself.To shit with you lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked my ass off for a project which you guided me through and at the end of the day i was told i was off track?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the sense in that?unless you forgot i'm using your guidance to build the project so technically you failed your own techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i to trust your judgement at this point?&lt;br /&gt;how am i to feel secure of my grade without questioning your marking?&lt;br /&gt;that is why i'm finding a second opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not snobbish.&lt;br /&gt;i think we deserve not the highest marks but i sure as hell know we deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;Like hello referring the situation back to the question does not make us off track you little narrow-minded chit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a world where we look at two ways.A business propoasal is what you required and a business proposal is what we gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you wanted a second copy of the texbook with some words modified and change of names,sure i can do that too.&lt;br /&gt;Damn A monkey could have done that for you too,so what makes them super awesome little faggot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALL YOU NEEDED TO DO WAS INDIRECTLY TELL US IF YOU DIDNT WANT TO LOOK SIMPLE-MINDED THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-6395981973115287157?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/6395981973115287157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=6395981973115287157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6395981973115287157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6395981973115287157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-it-is-again-im-officially-in-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8413379599562178297</id><published>2009-08-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:51:18.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;It comes down to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBZ8lRvVGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zlTVXSmq7B8/s1600-h/realNEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368389653159171170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBZ8lRvVGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zlTVXSmq7B8/s320/realNEW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down for the moment where you finally tell me the truth, now i hope you know i can see right through you and i'm really wondering when your actually going to find the right words to tell me exactly whats going through your mind cause honestly its definitely not an image of a beautiful sunshine.I'm not that dumb i hope you know,i've faced it once or twice and i think by now you should know,that i follow instincts most of the time and i wont give up till its finally proven right unless its wrong well thats different. Whether you have the balls to tell it to my face is a different story but i just want to hear the truth from you,for goodness sake what in the world do you think i'll do?hit you in the forehead and say fuck you? Come on i see your face,i think i might know what you feel so why would you hold back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be frustrated about so many things but it doesnt mean i'm the human thats going to burst it out on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8413379599562178297?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8413379599562178297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8413379599562178297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8413379599562178297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8413379599562178297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-comes-down-to-im-counting-down-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBZ8lRvVGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zlTVXSmq7B8/s72-c/realNEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1658428859827575679</id><published>2009-08-11T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:50:14.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;Good times&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is good there should be bad right?&lt;br /&gt;If there is balance then i think we can make it fine right?&lt;br /&gt;Am i at fault to think we might fall to one side and end up miserable?&lt;br /&gt;Am i the one that makes mistakes and screws up the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;Should i deserve what has been given to me and shut the hell up?&lt;br /&gt;Should i take to heart is was my stupidity that messes everything up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated how the report ended up crap,i'm pretty sure i was angry when she told me i was the one who fucked up.I might have been a little sad cause when i needed to let things out,i was stood up and if i'm not mistaken i think i became bitchy because i couldnt let all the negative feeling out.I'm dealing with everything but i dont seem to have it in me to set things straight or make things better.I think i feel defeated in a way because everything seems to be moving the complete opposite direction from the one i've been hoping for all day.Actually i think its better that i stop depending on others and work things out my way and at my pace .it seems like my frustrations doesnt seem to have a say.In their life,in her life,in his life,in my own life or in others for that matter i seem to just listen and follow,am i that submissive?Is this suppose to be my only definition of a good time?to make decisions or options based on what others think would be the best for the situation?Have i lost that sense of independence.Somewhere along the line i think i might have dropped the courage to make things work for both parties instead of always allowing it to go according by what someone else says.I might need the time to work it out once again,i guess without fear i wouldnt have learned from the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-1658428859827575679?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1658428859827575679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1658428859827575679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1658428859827575679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1658428859827575679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-times-if-there-is-good-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-3986905506041211256</id><published>2009-08-07T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:09:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBT_4Me5eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Yf-5fpk1OHQ/s1600-h/LOVE9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368383112707237346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBT_4Me5eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Yf-5fpk1OHQ/s200/LOVE9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOuld You Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a thing for somebody&lt;br /&gt;And it was just so deep&lt;br /&gt;And you wanted to tell him so bad&lt;br /&gt;But you just couldn't find the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta thing for you baby you know&lt;br /&gt;i Don't mind taking it slow&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get to know you&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna play no games, listen to what Im sayin&lt;br /&gt;cause I've really got this thing for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you got me feeling wide open&lt;br /&gt;And I know you probably be sayin that this girl must be joking&lt;br /&gt;Cause the boys in tha past,&lt;br /&gt;taught me that love and them just couldn't last&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I think u been chosen&lt;br /&gt;(it's like heaven sent you,dont walk away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tightly up in you arms&lt;br /&gt;And tell me (everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you aint never going to leave me heartbroke&lt;br /&gt;Promise to give a good long stroke&lt;br /&gt;Boy this is for real i swear it's no joke&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was dreaming but I know i awoke&lt;br /&gt;What you've done got me so gone&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right that i know this cant be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hanging up after calls and got me calling right back to your phone&lt;br /&gt;Cause to be honest I go soft inside when I hear your voice tone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know...&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see your face again&lt;br /&gt;And you know...&lt;br /&gt;Im hopin we can work this thing out&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that Im alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about us and where we could be&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I know I've got a thing&lt;br /&gt;For you baby, yeah you its real love coming from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you love me,&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch me&lt;br /&gt;You've really got to know&lt;br /&gt;i've got this thing for you baby&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you wont go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-3986905506041211256?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/3986905506041211256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=3986905506041211256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3986905506041211256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/3986905506041211256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanted-you-to-know-have-you-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBT_4Me5eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Yf-5fpk1OHQ/s72-c/LOVE9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-1118652741453231968</id><published>2009-08-06T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:00:22.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would it be fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm walking down the street and i see this little girl.I say hello but she stares at the puddle of water.I stood next to her and asked what she was looking at? She says "i want my mummy to come back from the water"so i was like okay is she floating or something???? Apparently no,her maid was near by so i asked her maid whats the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only 9,her mum divorced and left the child to the fathers hand. She was only six hello six when this happened!!!! the mum couldnt handle the kid anymore,by the way the are like 28 and 30 year old couple(not young teens shot-gun marriage)mum felt that father was to controlling of her life,child was demanding too much..so the mother filled the little girl's head with the idea that she was leaving them to live near the water,she couldnt take the land life. so the little girl watched as her mother who btw left by boat to blardyville who knws where while the little girl watch.at that age like hello she so would believe that water excuse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma much :( the poor innocent girl felt abandoned.Staring at puddles or water?is that fair to an innocent child??what has this world become i mean she is practically a baby?vulnerable and all alone like that,i tear everytime her face came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little young hearts fall in love,get married blessed with a child and one runs from the other so they abandon the child. If your not able to deal with another human being,to raise your own flesh and blood,why do you exist?If you say your stress,why do you still live?why do you give up and go when it gets tough?A coward wont make it far in life,you just proved to your ownself what kind of human you really are!a simple coward,she deserves not to have a mother to teach her to run but deal with the problems at hand.That litle girl might be suffering but it will make her stronger than a coward!I mean it was so disturbing.The little girl's face,her sadness in her voice.to trust someone with her life and get abandoned that feeling is just so unexplainable.The idea of being abandoned by the one who gave you a chance to live in this world,my gosh and it was her own mother can you imagine if it was a friend?but i think sometimes a friend can be trusted more than family it depends on certain cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all this i just questioned myself about trust,i dont want to end up broken inside :(&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/1333069485087728594-1118652741453231968?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/1118652741453231968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=1118652741453231968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1118652741453231968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/1118652741453231968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/would-it-be-fair-im-walking-down-street.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-6513937905676770391</id><published>2009-08-03T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:01:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When your caught in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world knows your story,yet your alone&lt;br /&gt;When you hope for a little light,it get dampens by the rain&lt;br /&gt;How you hold on to the words from your dearly loved one,but feelings didnt change&lt;br /&gt;Where your standing is sinking,but noone gives you help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you do now?your screaming so loudly but noone hears the sound &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368381043487413794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBSHbwCFiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6zLXvjzjbDg/s200/lonely-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday time keeps moving faster,i'm rushing for time but it doesnt get any easier.Now i'm standing five foot under the water wondering if its going to be any harder,to go against the pressure well thats messed up when u've got no help.Really who am i to blame?I made my own mistake. To cry would not make things heal,after all it's just your own fault, now that lingering regret is all that is left to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i explain to you all the things i've been put through&lt;br /&gt;Whats in your head? you ask&lt;br /&gt;Honestly could you ever mean what you say?&lt;br /&gt;You left her down,tired and almost dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-6513937905676770391?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/6513937905676770391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=6513937905676770391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6513937905676770391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/6513937905676770391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-your-caught-in-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/SoBSHbwCFiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6zLXvjzjbDg/s72-c/lonely-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-5259334287746948404</id><published>2009-08-02T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:22:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sngtmzj5zcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/33D-JwNwxug/s1600-h/Picture+0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089100711022018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sngtmzj5zcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/33D-JwNwxug/s200/Picture+0181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHat's Innocent TO YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;wondering if there was purity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week starts and it moves along...&lt;br /&gt;We fought and had our share of frustrations and cleared the air.In time they say things get better,thats all i really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a short span of about a month ,&lt;br /&gt;i've been given cold shoulder's,constant rolling eyes,dagger looks,silent curses,degrading of morals on online webpages which by the way is seen by the world(use to anyway), said to be a bitch,hated for heartless attitude &amp;amp; the never ending lists goes on, oh well thats life they say: they either kill you or mess you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then someone asks me,why dont you defend yourself? I stared,flashback moment: " like silently someone punches the living lights out of me by suddenly accusing me of all the hurtful things i rather not share,well what the hell did u think i did?defend my ass all the way to mount fuji! it didnt change people's opinion,it didnt make things better,sure as hell made it more fucked up. And this wise lil birdy told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you need to defend words that were never true?&lt;br /&gt;why do you need to prove innocence to the ones around you&lt;br /&gt;Do you need their approval to carry on with life's journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously not so i took a promise to heart,when i left to start a new,all this memories needed to depart.Start fresh and something new but ouch!i've got slapped in with a huge wave. It seems like the more you avoid the harder it attacks, and when you mean honesty they mean another bitchy fag.&lt;br /&gt;Is it difficult to believe in the genuine things people say or do?Has this world become so paranoid to the extent nobody will ever trust you or anyone else for that matter?If you think about it in a bigger picture,if this is just studies and they've already bastard you what happens to our future?Will there be the existence of diplomacy and sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-5259334287746948404?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/5259334287746948404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=5259334287746948404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5259334287746948404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/5259334287746948404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-innocent-to-you-i-see-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sngtmzj5zcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/33D-JwNwxug/s72-c/Picture+0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333069485087728594.post-8628775671446582889</id><published>2009-08-01T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:13:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's starin' at me &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting wondering what's he thinking &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talking, cause talking just turns into screaming &lt;br /&gt;And now it's I'm yelling over him, he is yelling over me &lt;br /&gt;All that, that means is neither of us listening &lt;br /&gt;And what's even worse &lt;br /&gt;We don't even remember why we're fighting &lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (fighting for) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (crying for) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, whoa &lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (no, not for) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't want to go to bed mad at you &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me &lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me upset, boy when you're constantly accusing &lt;br /&gt;Asking questions like you already know... &lt;br /&gt;Been fighting this war &lt;br /&gt;Baby when both of us are losing &lt;br /&gt;This aint the way love is suppose to go &lt;br /&gt;What evern happen to working it out? &lt;br /&gt;We've falling into this place &lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backing down &lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backing down &lt;br /&gt;So what the hell do we do now? &lt;br /&gt;It's all for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (fighting for) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (crying for) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, whoa &lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (no, not for) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, this should be &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to a love like we got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I know sometimes it's gonna rain &lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep through the pain &lt;br /&gt;Boy I don't want to go to bed mad at you &lt;br /&gt;And I dont want you to go to bed mad at me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this love ain't going perfect &lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's going to be &lt;br /&gt;We can fuse it, we can fight &lt;br /&gt;As long as everything is all right between us &lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Baby we're going to be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (fighting for) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, (crying for) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing, whoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333069485087728594-8628775671446582889?l=arabchicka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/feeds/8628775671446582889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1333069485087728594&amp;postID=8628775671446582889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8628775671446582889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333069485087728594/posts/default/8628775671446582889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arabchicka.blogspot.com/2009/08/mad-hes-starin-at-me-im-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>ArAb ChIcKa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04781217141324908644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExomkQA0AIM/Sh2NKQ_jKVI/AAAAAAAAABc/KZUjk2D2VvA/S220/BbTigger01.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
