tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49569863337605424202024-03-05T20:50:19.159+08:00we say goodbye , but never let gowe live , we dieYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-50005402501691432032011-04-20T18:02:00.003+08:002011-04-20T18:22:29.812+08:00Je T'aime Justin Bieber<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIIahc1t6J88BRxqRLbqn7Tw8aAbQjn5-DJkhjabYKed_BuTwqSN6IoEq0KfZUFnyt0-HImGJd2z46sptmzsDMH6ucD7-Whr2esOn42pqUgOK2Fo7c3qUZi1QS3eONXjydDE-0YUguT42/s1600/bieber.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIIahc1t6J88BRxqRLbqn7Tw8aAbQjn5-DJkhjabYKed_BuTwqSN6IoEq0KfZUFnyt0-HImGJd2z46sptmzsDMH6ucD7-Whr2esOn42pqUgOK2Fo7c3qUZi1QS3eONXjydDE-0YUguT42/s320/bieber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597606436133285778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Qui devraient </span><em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">être moi </em> <em style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">être votre One Less Lonely Girl.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> As much as I used to hate you, now I'm falling deeply deeply in love with you Bieber !<br />You just can't seem to be outta my mind these days. I can't even concentrate in class and now I'm memorizing your songs instead of memorizing Biology or Chemistry !<br /><br /> It's 6:17 PM now. Less than 24 hours to go. I'll be in front of you, in the centre. I'll be one of those crazy girls ( and boys? ). I'll shine like a sun.<br /><br />Guérir ma fièvre, Dr Bieber ! xo<br /></span></span></span></span></em>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-19474688426012702622011-04-19T14:40:00.002+08:002011-04-19T14:58:55.909+08:00Changement Pour Le Mieux<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Change</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">All I do in class was ..sleeping.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Then sleep ..again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">And ..sleep?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Seriously, this attitude has got to stop. 60% of 24 hours is me.. sleeping. That's not good. NOT GOOD. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Change</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've been through ups and downs. Well, my </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">downs</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> are more then the </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">ups</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Life is not fair. Life never asks me what I want. FIN.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">P/s : The term </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">fair</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> and </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">justice</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> are NOT in my dictionary of life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Change</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">No matter how hard things have been going. No matter how broken-hearted I am. No matter how unfair life is. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">No one can fucking stop me from what I want.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">P/s : Tout n'est past destiné à être</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Traiter avec elle chienne ! xo</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-73120827216674443912011-04-18T13:14:00.003+08:002011-04-18T13:29:20.032+08:00Amour Ou La Luxure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrMD8IkcfnoRGR69bkZAtYYXIAPIWCpQjCQ18U6uREggw3q8YJYeJwNH1tZLdFJKak0vxb5TUeLq8Rn5TaDVZQA8ybW4Ih3QOVBc-zp-LmH1PPVcps-3WV7-QLr4GCgC-SL08xg97Ejfo/s1600/ed+west.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrMD8IkcfnoRGR69bkZAtYYXIAPIWCpQjCQ18U6uREggw3q8YJYeJwNH1tZLdFJKak0vxb5TUeLq8Rn5TaDVZQA8ybW4Ih3QOVBc-zp-LmH1PPVcps-3WV7-QLr4GCgC-SL08xg97Ejfo/s320/ed+west.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596789300654692130" border="0" /></a><br />I.NEED.MONEY.$$.<br /><br /> Attempt to study. EPIC FAILED. All I do was playing the piano & guitar. Singing to emo songs. Tweeting. Yes. Now I'm blogging ..again.<br /><br /> Seriously, I need to change. Like. As soon as possible.<br /><br />There's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">200+-</span> til the day I'll finally die.<br /><br />mourir.mourir.mourir.<br /><br />I hope you'll die with me too xoYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-10368816288060371862011-04-18T08:27:00.002+08:002011-04-18T08:38:59.016+08:00Clafoutis aux Cerises<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3owaHOZklDtjT2PPuviwltpPdK-0CASqxRcZLjV6LitO7IOGLxW4_di0Ger7Kk4Ara2wT5-F_IE4XZTux1mxpYz76GWIzbv5ClYbgzMSaNtm5e0H-vncWr80A6QW1lsLIEDff5bCnSjTE/s1600/ido.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3owaHOZklDtjT2PPuviwltpPdK-0CASqxRcZLjV6LitO7IOGLxW4_di0Ger7Kk4Ara2wT5-F_IE4XZTux1mxpYz76GWIzbv5ClYbgzMSaNtm5e0H-vncWr80A6QW1lsLIEDff5bCnSjTE/s320/ido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596715255958287522" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> Depression, confusion, hows and whys</span> in the morning, are the worst thing ever could happen to start your day.<br /><br />P/s : At least you know that you're not alone. Whoever you are. Wherever you are.</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ont un peu de foi</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">xo</span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-40650536893554283362011-04-18T07:40:00.005+08:002011-04-18T08:16:36.670+08:00Amante De Tiempo Completo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7SAEnP1gNvsgQdXCzBHgzyHxqvXIajoZlpErMZ_D4FHbzhpmk_AdMQoz7h8pRASeUNRPzPuwakrCfJKjZ3oqXDxKmXNNEe0UiWjgr_G2KIuUS484D82sgUGm7t6edZcUwdKjhdtwhX6pu/s1600/venice.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7SAEnP1gNvsgQdXCzBHgzyHxqvXIajoZlpErMZ_D4FHbzhpmk_AdMQoz7h8pRASeUNRPzPuwakrCfJKjZ3oqXDxKmXNNEe0UiWjgr_G2KIuUS484D82sgUGm7t6edZcUwdKjhdtwhX6pu/s320/venice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596705021601890498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Who needs love, when waking up with a view like this from the window? :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Los amantes de la buena mañana</span><br /><br /> Well, woke up at 6AM to off both of my alarms. 3 actually. Yes, I need 3 alarm clocks to wake me up. Each at the bedside table; left and right and my berry. *yawns*<br /><br /> It's 8:03AM, I'm at the study table, should be studying and here am I blogging while listening to <span style="font-style: italic;">Justin Bieber ft. Jessica Jarrell - Overboard. </span><br /><br /> Since I'm nowhere near school today, I should make today as productive as I can and avoiding ze bed. *fingers-crossed*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">los amantes de la tienen un d</span></span><em style="font-style: italic;">í</em><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">a agradable xo</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-80635573875007241632011-04-18T02:14:00.002+08:002011-04-18T02:42:31.066+08:00Entre Plusieurs Choses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ-epBVmo6T2aO0EXcugDVyGv83b6lqUHIF586VYOb4i7WhIKH2cy93SzH5kHYf4-G1dqVSrAxPohsWtfwb5Kcj3aKSPGNNH9Q-Zi2M7EGYlDA3I9oRD1ohWSpp2LsOEeDoBKeumFB9CW/s1600/tumblr3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ-epBVmo6T2aO0EXcugDVyGv83b6lqUHIF586VYOb4i7WhIKH2cy93SzH5kHYf4-G1dqVSrAxPohsWtfwb5Kcj3aKSPGNNH9Q-Zi2M7EGYlDA3I9oRD1ohWSpp2LsOEeDoBKeumFB9CW/s320/tumblr3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596624079738092354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">There's a lot have been going on. I don't know what I feel. I'm not sure whether am I supposed to feel anything. What should I feel. For whom should I feel.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I hate this feeling that's for sure.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Is it pathetic enough to actually be in <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> again after trillions of heartbreaks?<br /> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Is it <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> or lust?</span><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Is it <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> or the need of having someone by your side?<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Is it <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> or the title 'taken' ?</span><br /> <span style="font-family:arial;">is it <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> is it love is it love ?<br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">My definition of <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> is an/a emotion/feelings/reactions when you're with that specific person. You would always want his/her touch. and when you did, the world spins around, butterflies rip your stomach out, heart stops beating.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">It will always be this way. </span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">love and be loved, lovers.<br /><br />avoir de l'espoir xo<br /><br /></span> </span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-16532280450538282192011-04-18T01:59:00.003+08:002011-04-18T02:10:43.891+08:00Trauer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3YhGVA06QEgUwS0PmUMLSifTgbQbtPrl634HRCNrTukwqG3gJfwtupzRskRe8eb0i3UdnOTLTHty9qpP7VWE29IwptSffggd_QjCUm1gn_TSRZayFg_Y9ARCMuNNJsrdmbVc9zMyu2e7/s1600/tumblr_ljt2z4HQYg1qii54lo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3YhGVA06QEgUwS0PmUMLSifTgbQbtPrl634HRCNrTukwqG3gJfwtupzRskRe8eb0i3UdnOTLTHty9qpP7VWE29IwptSffggd_QjCUm1gn_TSRZayFg_Y9ARCMuNNJsrdmbVc9zMyu2e7/s320/tumblr_ljt2z4HQYg1qii54lo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596615091680578466" border="0" /></a> That's not true isn't it?<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: webdings;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"></span></span></span></span></span><br />We will eventually patch up, stand up and move on.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-2268698293679323512011-04-18T01:13:00.002+08:002011-04-18T01:45:38.223+08:00Poire Belle HélèneIt's 1:19 AM. And I'm starving. How I wish food can just appear in front of me.<br />It's 1:22 AM. And I don't know what to write about.<br />It's 1:23 AM. And I cant wait for Bieber's concert.<br /><br />Life never asks me, what I want. No matter how bad I want it.<br /><br />It's frustrating. Yes.<br /><br />It's more frustrating when its 1:28 AM and you can't seem to just shut your eyes and go to bed. And have to wake up like 5 hours after that.<br /><br />Since I can't sleep then I guess I'll just stay in front of the laptop and figure out what to do.<br /><br />Frankly, I don't know what I wanna do in life. What my life would be in the future. 1) Is life involves only your studies, goals, dreams and the person you'll become in the future? 2) Or is it involves being with your love ones; family, friends, lover. No matter how hard things are going, no matter how uneducated and poor you are, as long as you're with them?<br /><br />What is 'life' ? How can you want a perfect life while you don't know what 'life' means?<br />Even wikipedia couldn't define 'life' specifically.<br /><br />Bonne nuit lovers ! xxYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-15216733298209818422011-04-17T19:00:00.009+08:002011-04-17T20:42:19.190+08:00A Whole Of Chocolat Framboisechocolate doesn't make me happy, it makes me fat.<br /><br />According to mum, everytime she eats her favourite chocolate ; Bittersweet Belgium Chocolate. The bitterness in her life fades away as they are replaced by something that's at least sweet enough to make her happy for a moment.<br /><br />Bonjour, bloggers!<br /><br />It has been a year and a few months since the last time I blogged due to asrama life.<br /><br />I was laughing my ass off reading my previous posts on how much I hated asrama.<br /><br />Well, as I grow older and wiser, there's nothing wrong with living in the hostel.<br />Hostel = Subway vegie delite ; no beef, no chicken, no breakfast strip etc. Just vegetables and sauces. No matter how often you eat it, it won't harm you, instead, gives you all the vitamins etc that you need.<span id="result_box" class="short_text"><span onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="that's it for now"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;">Que c'est pour l'instant</span> ! xx<br /></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-84694220695346992732010-02-24T01:36:00.004+08:002010-02-24T01:44:00.852+08:00Poof-poof Part 4<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Hello, teehee. God I miss blogging, telling emo emo stuff, HAHAHAHA, tssk tssk<br /><br />okaay, damn, its 1.37 AM and Im bored to death, and also sleepy, and I got raptai hari sukan tomorrow, Ill be a dead moving body *giggles*<br /><br />Ive just finished my BM project ! *hooray* or i think I do :S *giggles*<br /><br />Damn, I miss my room, I wanna go home *tssk tssk* can anyone please, please kidnap me. Haih, this is what happens when youre staying in the asrama full of shits, damn, I didnt mean to hurt your feelings but yeah, you sucks . okay , i dont know wht im talking abt now *lost*<br /><br />xx<br /></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-26036446030532158362010-02-22T18:38:00.004+08:002010-02-22T19:00:03.172+08:00Poof-poof Part 3Hello, in this going-to-rain-heavily-like-moment. Happy Chinese New Year, hmm, I know its kinda late already but Im still in the mood to clbrte it *giggles*<br /><br />Sorry for not updating, its been kinda hectic lately with a lot of things going on *sad*<br /><br />OH YEAH, my dad was admitted to Damansara Specialist Hospital because of appendix or something, and it was going to burst anytime, thank god we were early.<br /><br />And I also bought this leopard-wedge at www.unitenderblush.blogspot.com .<br />Damn nice okayy, you guys should click at that link for further information, HEHE<br /><br />And also python legging , www.lamoreux.blogspot.com<br />Damn cheap, and nice also :)<br /><br />Oh, hm. I feel like bitching, so lemme tell you a story<br /><br />Well well well, for yr fcking information, I've been so long done with you, and your attitude, so stop fcking arnd with me, Im sick of your atts -.- pls for once, stop thinking tht everyone revolves around you.<br />'Face the fact :) welcome to my world' ? ( wth??!)<br />Like I care? huh, I couldnt care less<br /><br /><br />Anyways, gtg, well , asrama. Duh, I would be dreaming if I can sit around like this -.-<br />So, I'll come back this Thursday, and will update everything tht's been happening ! *giggles*<br /><br />xoxoYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-60048648999446406042010-01-17T10:06:00.004+08:002010-01-17T11:49:16.966+08:00Poof-poof part 2<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Well, as you all know, that now Im in SMKDU and has been staying in the hostel for 11 days now. Papa applied for MRSM in Kuala Kubu Baru, Selangor, and i got in, but there's some problems, I like DU, the school, the people in school, I dont really like the hostel, the people, pfft. God knows how they are, not all, just the certain people, and I dont like the 'we-can-only-go-back-once-a-month'. Hello, like even MRSM go back every 2 weeks.<br /><br />Currently; Im at the hostel, waiting for mama to come in 1/2 an hour. And mama gonna take back the lappy, since I have my broadband along with me, I didnt even touch a book, and that's bad. Haha. Haih<br /><br />Anywyas, I have something to tell you, I'll post as soon as I can but not now Im afraid, maybe in two weeks time when i get back home. Im so excited ! stay tune alright people !<br /><br />xx<br /><br />OHH , Dang Sari's mum just came and brought this amazing-finger-licking-good-home-baked-potato.<br />and Mama's gonna come in 15mins, she's bringing pizza, AAAAAA<br /><br />xx<br /></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-78540009664085608002010-01-02T01:55:00.002+08:002010-01-02T02:20:27.270+08:002010, Getting Better and Worst At The Same Time<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hmm, the better parts are ;<br />The owner of the car that i hit just wants cash to repair the car. *Let's make it 'The better part(s) is/are* *tht's the only good thing that I can think of at the moment*<br /><br />and the worst parts are ;<br />Where can i get the money to pay him off?<br />My mum just realized that i accidently crashed neo, I mean like you know, the post down here (last night she was mad because i drove the car w/o her, she didnt notice that i kemek-ed the car)<br />I will never get my iPhone and D60, *okay , this is obvious*<br />and, this one's the BEST<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">She doesn't want me to stay with her, in other words, she's sending me to a boarding school, God knows where, again.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />You see, I'm not like a bad person, Im just a normal teenager growing up. I mean not all of teenagers do wht i did, but I can say most ? Idk, correct me if Im wrong. At least I've experienced and learnt my lesson right? wtv<br /><br />Im not really in the mood right now, I feel like bitching someone, hm, no, I feel like running away, away frm here, to clear my mind off, ohh, no, nope, I just wanna know, tht this was all nightmares, I just wanna be with someone that can comfort me, that can tell me that everything's gonna be okay altho its not, someone that I can cry to, someone who can tell me that my parents are doing what parents are supposed to do, someone that I can hug and never let go and someone tht can show me tht they love me. Fin.<br /><br />xx<br /></span></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-37744735307877549412010-01-01T15:40:00.003+08:002010-01-01T16:02:19.840+08:00New Year's Eve<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Woke up around 3pm then took a shower. Drove to Bsd to meet idk, a lot of people at diff places but around there. Lost on my way going there, called A then waited for him at in front of Rasta. B took over and drove to curve bcause he needs to buy idk what. Then I took over and he showed the way to Bsd. Dropped him at Mcd and i went to Safa to meet M, unfortunately she wasn't there, she was, 1 hour 30 mins ago, but I was lost right, with the irritating traffic jam at the Curve *sighs*. Then went to Mcd again lepak for a while with B, then H came with his idk who, gf maybe and then A came. 15 mins after that M called and said she was sorry, she went to DU fr a while to pick W. Then I drove again to Safa to meet them, then A texted asked whether im going back to Mcd or not, then 15 mins after lepak-ed at Safa with M, W, R and M I drove off again to Mcd, then T texted, he was hungry and all, and I said let's go eat something. Reached Mcd, fought with A. After I took off to pick T, A texted that its over, then okay. T and me went to Beragas, and AA was there, after finished eating, M called, asked to pick her up, then went to Beragas again, she and W had their dinner then around 8 we went to padang Saga while waiting for S,N and those guys. Were planning to go to DPC to clbrte, well, on my way there something awful happened, I crashed a car, MY CAR wasn't that good, lampu pecah, kemek and all. *sighs* I was damn panick la duh, S called N, and he came, I hugged him. haih , what a terrible NYE. Guards took my IC and all, waited for almost 1/2an hour fr the owner of the car to come, but she didnt then I just left my phone num for her to call, then around 1am she called, she was okay, very nice, and i set up for a meet, supposedly today, but her father called me and said tht its okay but I have to pay for his car lah, I dont think its tht expensive because sikit je pun *finger-crossed*<br /><br />Oh, clbrted NYE with A, he came, to the house.<br /><br />xx<br /></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-2666318793780821202009-12-28T04:11:00.002+08:002009-12-28T04:29:10.676+08:00Poof-poof part 1<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, was supposed to go watch movie with the girlfriends but they were all busy *sighs* . Asked A but he was busy *sighs-er*. Asked T and he just woke up and free, but 1 problem, his mum was using the car. So T and N picked me up and went to uptown to eat dinner after 3 hours of waiting for T hehe *chill T*. N and me had lamb chop, which wasn't that nice but we're hungry, so what right? T ate 'daging masak merah' with rice which looks so finger-licking-good HAHA then after dinner we went to Mcd to lepak with S. then TM and M came. Lepak-lepak, had chocotop and T sent me home around 1. I was shocked mama didnt call, because you know i have curfews and all, have to be back bfre 12, cinderella-like HAHA and I guess that was it for today.<br /><br />xx<br /></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-48551854583555821632009-12-25T21:42:00.003+08:002009-12-25T22:18:44.991+08:00THE RESULTS<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">DUP..DAP..DUP..DAP..*getting faster<br /><br />PMR results yo, shit -_-<br />well, i went there obviously not with baju kurung, let say that im the only one who didnt wear baju kurung, I mean comeeee onnnnn -_- i know its klntn wtv but at least i put my scarfs on but with some reasons the wind blew it away at the end , HAHA okay<br /><br />So, the first person i saw is hm let me recall , wait , i forgot, but i hugged them as soon as i saw them, ditched my dad *sorry dad. And I started to scream, duh, obviously.<br /><br />Then, the teachers asked us to take a seat in the hall because they're gonna announce the results. And a cpl of parents sat in the row behind us,well obviously we're noisy and they looked annoyed but dont really care. While waiting for the thingy to start, Cikgu Azli called me, and he said<br /><br />Cikgu : Anith, 1 je la.<br />Me : HAH! 1 APA CIKGU ?! *obviously i panicked<br />Cikgu : 1 je la , haih awak ni<br />Me : Apa ni cikgu, lek lek aa jgn aa main-main<br />Cikgu : 1B je, hehehehehe, 7A 1B<br />Me : Eh, cikgu ni , suka ah tipu, mana cikgu tau ? *dlm kepala otak : cikgu ni ee , tipu je<br />Cikgu : saya tgh check la ni, bila masa pulak saya tipu awak<br />Me : Ee, pape ah ckg. Nnt saya jmp ah ckg<br /><br />WOW, I started to panicked, really2 panicked and then Bonda gave some speech about the percentage crap, I wasnt paying much attention because I'm panicking. The speech was long, long enough to make someone die. Specifically, *I die<br />Then it's time, It's freaking time. 8A's, 7A's and 6A's would have to go up the stage and get a bouquet of flwrs crap and they announced 7A's 1B first, I was like shit, if Cikgu Azli was right, my name would be call, and why on earth didnt they call my name yet?! and then i heard someone calling my name ANITH DALILA BT ZAINAL ABIDIN. I was like, err, whaaat ? and i looked at Dayah, she was smiling, and i screamed, the high tone scream like the one tht anith dalila always does. Yeah, and with my heels tht's killing my leg I went up the stage, with crappy scarf that i tried to get comfortable with *because its licin and i didnt wear terbus* and there I was, receiving the slip and flowers. I go off the stage and started running *yes with the killing heels* towards my dad. He was like really happy and started to call everyone. Its kind of the first time seeing him this happy for something i did. I want to cry, but i didnt *its a happy cry y'know.haha*<br /><br />Then, I came back to where I was seating, the mum tht sat behind me congrat-ed me, and she said 'Awak ni style lah' hahaha , at the time i was like 'Gila rockstar mak cik ni' then i salam her. Yeah, tht's pretty much about it.<br /><br />Me, Dayah, Ada, Koman, Mimi, and Mia(koman's sister) lepaked at KB Mall since i'm not gonna go to school ovr there next yr, its pretty much a-bye-bye- thingy. Gonna post some pictures later, when i get them from Mimi -.- haha<br /><br />xx<br /></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-8207838105413529832009-12-19T01:35:00.002+08:002009-12-19T01:40:06.511+08:00*tetttt* I got it all wrongHAHAHA , ignore the post down here , tht so called 'Thanks'<br />I was wrong, :O<br /><br />Well, I just got back from Sri Cempaka Dsara Prom, I'll write soon abt it and maybe post some pics :D<br /><br />xxYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-15198153946210556752009-12-18T15:39:00.002+08:002009-12-18T15:59:08.663+08:00Thanks<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Thank you, you GUYS, for hurting me, over and over again. I think I'll get used to be hurt over and over again.<br /><br />Is it damn hard just to pick up your damn phn or reply my msgs to say tht you're not interested in me, so it could be easier for me to move on and not waiting like a fool for you? What the fuck happen to 'Will You wait for me?', 'I've been single for a few years, please, if suddenly you changed your mind, please let me know so that I wont be hurt again'<br />And i think that, You're the one who changed your mind.<br /></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Is it that hard for you to say, maybe, You're not serious? Why does it has to sound like You are while You're not?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />Yes, it's too early, I barely know you. It's just me who fell for your sweettalks, my fault. I wouldn't blame it on you.<br /><br />*I don't know those things I wrote make sense*<br /><br />Maybe, You're scared, or, just too mysterious?<br />You're unpredictable, so Im sorry if I was wrong, but give it a chance to let ppl understand you.<br />I'm sorry tht You hurt me.<br /><br />xx<br /><br /></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-28075143312910081352009-12-17T20:02:00.004+08:002009-12-17T20:37:05.671+08:00It's OH EM GEE,*Dead, really<br /><br />PMR results - 24th Dec WOW ain't it? It's like in 7days = 148hours.<br />*panicking*<br />*heart's beating faster*<br /><br />WOW ITS IN 7 F DAYS<br /><br />You don't know what I'll get through if i mess this up.<br />Currently my situation now is fucked up enough, with overprotective parents GOD KNOWS WHY.<br /><br />I don't understand why people always said '<span style="font-style: italic;">Chill ah, PMR JE pun. Kabut lebih</span>'<br />It's not JUST , it's more than JUST . It will lead us somewhere in the future, to where most of people's dreams will be realised.<br /><br />Hahaha, I sounded like a Mak Cik pulak -.-<br /><br />OH, and I'll be taking my results in Kelantan, and I'm looking forward to that. Missed the crazy friends :')<br />*When i bitch abt the school, *and still will be*, its just the school and some particular ppl*<br /><br />I didn't tell my parents yet abt the date, and they'll not know until someone tell them because<br />1. Too busy taking after children tht's not even his's *I mean flesh and blood<br />2. Too busy loving the other wife<br />3. Too busy to come and see wht's been going on at home<br />4. Too busy ...<br />5. Too busy ...<br />6. Too busy ...<br />*To a particular person, I think you could fill that up right? If You even realized. Poor You. I love you, but its just some facts tht i couldn't lie/hide.<br /><br />xxYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-41142204920140202562009-12-16T19:43:00.004+08:002009-12-16T19:54:18.791+08:00PEOPLE, IM BACKOH GEE , It's been a long time since I last blogged :O Sorry but I was busy with school and life. So yeah,<br /><br />Hmm, I just came back from Bandung, here are some pics of me and my family;<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFEPRNeFBWll89YKEw4Bf-hV5NgXKN-IAc_rY3TwRau7n4svQG4CPjFOFbVSszUkgMGDUvsLyLhzNYbJOteJ0s6UFC3pORQy-LFByNj2iZT-hlfWC9RZajcW9S67YhwPYEcggI57seONC/s1600-h/CIMG5208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFEPRNeFBWll89YKEw4Bf-hV5NgXKN-IAc_rY3TwRau7n4svQG4CPjFOFbVSszUkgMGDUvsLyLhzNYbJOteJ0s6UFC3pORQy-LFByNj2iZT-hlfWC9RZajcW9S67YhwPYEcggI57seONC/s320/CIMG5208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800332467985682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5LeQs2MWtsdAbHaOYfqfrz1BL4nxV8xLktssGXi7NkF24CNl19As1wL5lQ5iwq8gnLlgUz56olZWzKXIoHzGZ7Z0LqkXC5TGmYJGQiUNyhC8UZ6jA-g2IqMNWffAa5EO_jU9AdyMQhaUw/s1600-h/CIMG5448.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5LeQs2MWtsdAbHaOYfqfrz1BL4nxV8xLktssGXi7NkF24CNl19As1wL5lQ5iwq8gnLlgUz56olZWzKXIoHzGZ7Z0LqkXC5TGmYJGQiUNyhC8UZ6jA-g2IqMNWffAa5EO_jU9AdyMQhaUw/s320/CIMG5448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800324419052962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqcP1RX85OwWdQUVeBM_Zh4UfeAynb7PcKbLRimJJRFhFjVxM0MwSZ-hkMeORezylnMn0Fi4xRGXNXw0abPOeX8hGOKC3z-GqnY4670Ij0FN4WdqMc9vM2OQMA6bxfV5yyjxQwwpsAUdp/s1600-h/CIMG5397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqcP1RX85OwWdQUVeBM_Zh4UfeAynb7PcKbLRimJJRFhFjVxM0MwSZ-hkMeORezylnMn0Fi4xRGXNXw0abPOeX8hGOKC3z-GqnY4670Ij0FN4WdqMc9vM2OQMA6bxfV5yyjxQwwpsAUdp/s320/CIMG5397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800318394506434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizxHvLZno__6gLvE0s3b-AFZRZ0Bh5zbo0uHUqARplfAfPrbIUqR7sBxbdukZK-4uT_TzQSjLbQlI2Qs3sW9JOuRAWV9GWqkMLFvWOSYtXCkrYAlcpvTzGJZMce1dl6x0-yYMFdUF42pM/s1600-h/CIMG5197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizxHvLZno__6gLvE0s3b-AFZRZ0Bh5zbo0uHUqARplfAfPrbIUqR7sBxbdukZK-4uT_TzQSjLbQlI2Qs3sW9JOuRAWV9GWqkMLFvWOSYtXCkrYAlcpvTzGJZMce1dl6x0-yYMFdUF42pM/s320/CIMG5197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800311647867906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcbzAmljD8GQTvWggolrIaTd4HnqySjjJmCYypJqEK1fiX6PWuxsPGCW2Hru8pcbHe-mNOUQB8lNJOo63UPBO-15-fjPHhdidxUkA2yqu1gY1q2GxRMSiJjivDp_E7Px_v49WeZZL-eT1/s1600-h/CIMG5193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcbzAmljD8GQTvWggolrIaTd4HnqySjjJmCYypJqEK1fiX6PWuxsPGCW2Hru8pcbHe-mNOUQB8lNJOo63UPBO-15-fjPHhdidxUkA2yqu1gY1q2GxRMSiJjivDp_E7Px_v49WeZZL-eT1/s320/CIMG5193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800309152361378" border="0" /></a><br />Shiit, gotta run, I'll write soon<br /><br />xxYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-85242076365596510802009-04-02T22:43:00.002+08:002009-04-02T22:49:24.445+08:00Kelantan II<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">hmm , well , i miss my friends in kl , and i miss my guitar , my room .<br />and my sisterawadah was warded again because she cant breathe or something like that .<br />i want to go back to kl , i want to have my freedom back ! alaa , :( rasa mcm nak nangis .dah la mcm semua org mcm dh lupa i je :( sedih okay . haha . i want to go to the mall like i used to dgn my frnds and all . haih . okay this blog is just going nowhere , i dnt know what to talk about and im stressed out because i havent finish the public speaking text yet and the competition is like on this saturday 4th april and now is already 2nd april wtf , boodh laaaaa , ergh , i thought that the teachers yg the one who supposed to do the text , not me :( i cried for several times today . fuck lah . baik tk payah pg sekolah je if all of the teachers mcm expect the students blh buat semua bnd !<br /><br />xx<br /></span></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-81920972765485261442009-03-20T21:27:00.001+08:002009-03-20T21:55:32.594+08:00KL . Kelantanwell , its not as bad as i think it is. Fine , maybe its a bit religious :S or a little bit more and like muslims have to wear tudung to the mall otherwise kene saman HAHA that's wht i heard lh , but mcm never happen to me pun, so yeah. I really think that its up to us you know, i mean , i know its their thing to advice muslims to tutup aurat because its a <span style="font-style: italic;">have to </span>kind of thing but its really up to us , are we ready or not kan , but yeah . wtv haha<br /><br />The hostel , well , hm , 1st of all , i've had histeria like in the 3rd week or something , scary tho . they said that im the strongest among all yang kene :S and because i have 6 piercings and maybe used to color my hair (i blacken it black back bt it turns the color like fading because the color before was too strong -.- ) and the PK HEM saw my piercings and my hair and she said that it might be because of that . wtv lah .<br /><br />there are some people that are open minded , like my frnds of course. some of them when i first came there , when i told them how i live my life bfre they were like '<span style="font-style: italic;">god!' </span>and the next mrning didnt talk to me again :S so , on this 22nd i'll be giving ceramah at the surau which they call <span style="font-style: italic;">musalla </span>here about hmm my life i think . haha . and i gave 1 bfre the school holidays and it was about 'memfitnah' . and my senior , which im kind of close to , told me that , there's someone asking her when i was giving the ceramah abt the fitnah thingy and that someone was like , 'oh i thought she had 6 piercings and this and that and doesnt know abt Islam' *<span style="font-style: italic;">in kelantanese of course* </span>well obviously it depends on the family she used to live before stupid ! -.- and now baru like berpandangan baik and this is what i call stupid cupid ppl that i hate . even the biro agama pun mcm take it slowly because they understand how i chnged my life mcm sgt contra okay dgn yg dulu , so people , chill , im trying to change and you kind of people are so not helping ! i feel like screaming at their faces -.- just wait and see what im gonna talk abt this 22nd and you gys wil be gobsmacked !<br /><br />oh , and i heard ada this girl mcm jealous , and she told my frnd ni dia prnh jeling dkt i and i buat bodoh or even dont recognize pun. so , what do you expect me to do ? cungkil biji mata kau ? bodoh , orang yang bodoh je buat mcm tu okay and im not tht stupid -.- ergh stupid .<br /><br />haha , and yeah , the whole teachers knew how i live my life bfre and since my cousin's teaching there mcm memburukkan nama dia haih , wtv . mu ustzh adviced me the other day and i cried , she said she knows evrything and then masa extra class there was this teacher which i dnt know and doesnt teach our class came in because we're too noisy and she asked 'who's the new student?' and i raised my hand and she was like 'oh,wear your tudung properly' *bajet kau bagus sgt ah* urgh . how i live my life bfre has nothing to do how i live my life now kan , so fuck off la . eeee , geram :( lantak kau lah at least aku berperangai baik , kalau jahat pun dkt luar je . HAHA<br /><br />so yeah , i have loads of friends , and i gained a lil bit of weight . and guess what ? i got 72% for my sejarah *hooray haha . never get close to D pun and ttbe dpt B :D how cool is that . haha . and i was chosen to compete in pidato in english :S haha , and im apparently the only student that's from outside of kelantan . thank god i live here fr a few years back then unless ill never understand what theyre talking about. HAHA . and guess what ? i have my slang already -.- urgh . haha<br /><br />yeah , tht's al fr now<br />xxYour Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-49097049053879057022009-01-22T22:09:00.002+08:002009-01-22T22:15:46.464+08:00OHHHHH MYYYYYOHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOODDDDDDDD !<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">omg , guess whaaaaaat ?<br />im moving like next friday :(<br />im sooo gonna miss you guys and lately we've been having good times laughing and all. ill miss that you know ;/ no one cn ever replace you guys :*<br />and just now i went to makbul with sya and atqh , and guess whatttt ? i saw paan :D i was like shouting and everybody were looking at me -.- biar la, mcm tk prnh jerit pulak kau :@ hahahaha , yeah . the last time i saw him was abt a mnth ago -.- gila lama ,. and esok nyaaaah aka pantat balik :D hahaha . haih .<br /><br />oh yeah , im going there like in another week . and just now balqis was telling about the asrama and all and she saw hantu crap thingy like bergantung on the ceiling , FUCK ,. pray for my success , ngeh<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-77123420386127347302009-01-05T18:59:00.002+08:002009-01-05T19:13:10.237+08:001st Day Of School<span style="font-size:78%;">Fucked up. Its like i have to stay like an idiot for the whole day in the discipline room just because of the stupid hair thingy. HELLO, its like the first day of school. And starting from tomorrow i have to start wearing tudung -.- haha I miss staying in the classroom and gossip-ing with Atiqah, Maria, and Insyi :( and I just missed all the gossips they were talking about just now. GRR :@<br /><br />currently listening to A lonely September - Plain White T's<br />Well, Icky and Weyna sing it better :P *Icky kembang bontot HAHAHA<br /><br />Haih, what a boring day in the Hospital *sighs*<br /><br /></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956986333760542420.post-77431268164616818992009-01-04T20:13:00.003+08:002009-01-04T20:17:28.067+08:00GRR ,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNiSK_HL1BP4ss3ZjPBKL0nxUScj6Dix9oSqnwumop5DHDC6cjQuHN_pYqGSmhtCWXAWUnWWaVSX8Rf252p4iTYIbYDt9BLFs2u73s_qnNEXiDvN3ypI3NovRqKKoXwyL55AC3ik2EVMz/s1600-h/gladiator.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNiSK_HL1BP4ss3ZjPBKL0nxUScj6Dix9oSqnwumop5DHDC6cjQuHN_pYqGSmhtCWXAWUnWWaVSX8Rf252p4iTYIbYDt9BLFs2u73s_qnNEXiDvN3ypI3NovRqKKoXwyL55AC3ik2EVMz/s320/gladiator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287411114606864338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">i want this thing , right thereeee ------>>>> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">sape nak presentkan ? :D hehehehe<br />tak nak presentkan tak apa , :@ grr , HAHAHA , masalah .<br /></span>Your Girl Next Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435805846398363723noreply@blogger.com0