<?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-3600261124150438719</id><updated>2012-01-14T07:09:28.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life of I Live in Search of Love and Happiness, With My Faithful Companions and Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-8452734419926040861</id><published>2011-08-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:21:04.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>""All That I'm After is a Life Full of Laughter, As Long as I'm Laughing with You"</title><content type='html'>First of all, I apologize if your frustrated by the fact that most of  my posts these days are about a girl, well if you even read my blog, if  you don't then your probably not even reading post so we got that  cleared out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first off, today i saw this Malay  movie called "Sekali Lagi", there are too many important facts about  this movie if i were to describe it to you, so I'm not, but its has this  one scene that pulled my heart, it was a flashback scene of this  couple, a time when they were still at school, and the time where their  love started. its like how i imagine MY perfect love story XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people dream about their  dream jobs, about who they want to be. Me? I dream about having a love  that started young, and would never end, and living that life with the  ones i love, family, unrelated family, friends all that cliche shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since my last post, i realized that i'm losing contact with my sudanese friends, the only people i STILL&amp;nbsp; contact that used to live in sudan is izzana and sofia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another topic, i feel, i dunno, empty/lonely i guess??? dunno why but i do, like theres SOMETHING i need to do, something to take care of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna hear a story?? or well like my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid i used to dream/imagine that i was this type of elemental ninja hero ( i still do, sometimes only these days its more hardcore) i always imagine its lke me and 2 of my friends fighting countless enemies with our swords and powers to save a girl (shut up, i know its cliche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been good to me, but right now its the summer holidays, so i have nothing much to do except watch tv, facebook, clean up teh house, and wait, for a number of things such as school and well &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, some people want to know more about my niece, wel shes about 4 months old now, but shes damn smart and and she can always stand now, and is attempting to crawl now, and i am a bad uncle to her MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHH, shes damn cute, when she watches tv she actually talks to the tv XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well theres nothing more to talk about, oh yeah ITS RAMADAN NOWW, RAMADHAN KAREEM, RAMADAN&amp;nbsp; MUBARAK, and yeah thats it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks, I Miss You....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-8452734419926040861?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-7732084968043897670</id><published>2011-06-05T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T08:20:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW NIIEEEECE and "Her"</title><content type='html'>Hey guys wazzzupppp&lt;br /&gt;hows your temporary life holdin up?? folks doing ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since teh last post and this post i havent done much but its AWESOME to say the least XDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my week long half term break now which is pretty good as i get maximum time to chat with my friends (in other words &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;) XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sum reason every weekend is a busy time for me, i mean teh people every where make their weddings during the weekend i mean its tiring =.=&lt;br /&gt;usually after a wedding my whole family slouches on the couches and beds and just like watch tv or sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another unrelated topic, school is still awesome, got closer to my friends and now i know more of them and i'm pretty good friends with feisal, hakeem, haziq (if you people think hes my cousin youre wrong, its another haziq) and danial (also another danial)&lt;br /&gt;we had a picture day taht one time and was supposed to bring a prop that were proud of, i actually forgot the morning of the day, so i jus brought my bag and made up sum crap about "i'm proud to be back in school sir" and it was totally original since noone else brought a bag so take that sucka XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deena asked me to put her in thsi post just for fun so big shout out to her and the KASians Nations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to uh what we're we talking about??? baaah i'll just move on to another topic&lt;br /&gt;i guess i had my first free call using skype which was awesome, i called &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and my dear old friend Mrs. Holmes XDD i'm actually jealous of Mrs.Holmes over there cuz she can make &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;laugh better than i can =.= must be the time they spent together compared to my month long of being in a 1 kilometer perimeter of her which is total bullcrap, shouldve spent more time around &lt;i&gt;her, &lt;/i&gt;we talked alot that nite, i was waiting for &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;then randomly Mrs. Holmes there came in at first i was liek WTF IS this, then i remembered the short nice person who wore glasses that i always had fun with while i was there, we talked about how MRSM was and at one time Mrs. Holmes got caught by some one and th two of us were like "KANTOIIIIIIIIII" we also tried video calling but found out we had to pay for it which is total bullcrap, i was the only guy there the whole nite but i was happy cause i heard the voices of the my friends again, it was awesome, they kept changing theyre skype pic though, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was changing her pictures of food (which made have excessive drooling issues) and Mrs. Holmes was changing her skype picture alot of times until i cant even remember which ones she put =.= &amp;nbsp;i think we started at like 11-12 o clock and finished at like 1 XDD, and it was a school nite, i couldnt remember if it was the exam nite though, it was a still a pretty awesome skype seesion though thanks to Mrs. Holmes and &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;i should really explain who she really is,&lt;br /&gt;shes a girl i met at MRSM, i think most of you guys who read this blog should already know that i went to a&amp;nbsp;boarding&amp;nbsp;last year called MRSM Baling, which is in Kedah, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;thats the place i met her, i'm not sure if i explained it here in this blog but i think i might have mentioned it verbally with most of you guys but i'll just explain it here just in case you dont know or remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the boarding school rite?? it was ok at first but i was having trouble cuz i felt so left out cuz everyone took the UPSR and got straight A's when i got accepted just because my dad got a favor from the director of the joint. i'll just skip ahead until first saw her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had to go to the library cuz teh teachers told us to, when we got into the library it was as full as crap but me and my newly made friends found a table by ourselves and jst sat there, we were foolinga round like usual until one of my friends said "thats the girl i was talking about earlier" so i looked and saw &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;, i dont think he was taking about her, but as i saw her i jst couldnt take my eyes off her, the first thing that came to mind was "she cant be 13, i mean shes looks to mature (matang) to be 13" i know2 its weird but its teh truth XDD, as the days passed i saw her from time to time (note: just saw not talk or anything) especially because she was hanging out with my "sisters"&lt;br /&gt;at the time i was having a crush on another girl, but i'd nvr thought i'd have a REALLY BIG HULK SIZED CRUSH on her even though she was pretty cute (but i didnt notice it at the time) but the first time we talked was after Bahasa Malay class, i made a really bad single quartet poem but it made everyone laugh (since the teacher just HAD to show it to everyone) so after class, she made fun of me because of the poem, and started calling me by one of the line of teh poem which was "unta goreng" (fried camel) but i didnt mind, i mean i liked the attention (and by a girl too oolala XDD) i still saw her at the corridors occasionally and she would always giggle in that cute way of hers and recite the poem which made me all teh happier, when i actually had a real conversation with her was when i went to classroom beside mine and found her there, actually i just went there with a friend just for fun and made good friends with the guys there so i just stayed in their classroom during studying time even though we (ok I) didnt do much studying, i just watched her studying, for sum reason evryone called her "alien" i aksed them why and they said because of her name (i am not writing her name here, cuz your all gonna search for her in facebook =.=) so i started calling her alien too, she also had this foamy donut taht was a mirror on the inside taht i was continuosly stealing cuz it smelled gooooood (it had its perfume) and also because its really soft XDD we found out we can both say the long word from mary poppins and i grew to really like her (as friends at the time) and i would always sit in front of her during studying time and probably bother her while shes doing homework (yes i know i'm evil) and as time grew by i noticed she was annoyed by me and tried to do her homework away from me which totally makes sense since i am annoying but i was sad all the same, i tried impressing her with my shuffling (apparently i was one of teh only people in the school who could shuffle) but she wouldnt take notice of me, i was depressed for a few days, i got over her in week and den moved back to sudan cuz i hated the school and that chapter of my life ended, little did i know i would find her on facebook like 2 months later and have a crush on her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDES THIS JUST IN, MY NEW NIECE IS HOME AND SHES SO SMALLLLL I'M GOING TO CUDDLE WITH HER NOW BYEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-7732084968043897670?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/7732084968043897670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-niieeeece-and-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/7732084968043897670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/7732084968043897670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-new-niieeeece-and-her.html' title='MY NEW NIIEEEECE and &quot;Her&quot;'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-5099456735574093847</id><published>2011-05-27T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T05:35:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO TIRED&lt;br /&gt;but still awesome XDD&lt;br /&gt;havent heard from izzana for along time&lt;br /&gt;hope shes ok :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to a happier note, I LOVE SCHOOL, i have a lot of frens there and its just plain awesome there, well sum of teh teachers are assholes but every school has those so i'm okay i guess, theres gonna be a FIELD TRIP NEXT MONTH WOOOOOOOOOOOH&lt;br /&gt;i love nexus but im having trouble finding a name for the students of nexus, like you know the Victoria Institution's students are called Victorians and the KAS names is KASians XDD&lt;br /&gt;so what shall we call nexus students??? Nexusians??? Nexusrians?? Nexuse?? Nex??&lt;br /&gt;meeeh what ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME SO HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;me uhh what should i call it ummm Special Someone (S.S) is back, YAAAAAAAAAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot about her actually but teh feeling came back once i talked to her again XDD&lt;br /&gt;aahhhhh i love long malay school holidays, it gives me happiness for a short amount of time XDD&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was smiling stupidly mandarin cuz she was online, and i was doing bad imitations of the song "rhythm of love" XDD jst ask danial, he noticed it the most XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess dats all that happened this past few weeks so bye guys, stay cool :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-5099456735574093847?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/5099456735574093847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-tired-but-still-awesome-xdd-havent.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/5099456735574093847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/5099456735574093847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-tired-but-still-awesome-xdd-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-86230860882749391</id><published>2011-05-01T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:10:03.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I always want things that i cant have??</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, been a long time since i posted anything, i wonder if anyone even reads this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets back up to last week, i started school last week and my week was awesome, the guys there are awesome (but not as awesome as some certain few ;) ) and i started the day off with the principal and head of middle school showing me and some others around, i wasnt the only one havng the first day i guess, there was a girl whos in my class, her lil bro, and 2 other guys, ones my age the other 12, plainly it was an awesome week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;after a holiday longer than summer i'm finally bck in school. but i wish i wasnt such an asshole, some of them dontt like me i guess but most of them do, and theres also another fadhli who i'm cool with. the school is gigantic it took me the whole week just to figure out where my classes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice my title there?? if ur interested to noe just ask me but i'm not telling evryone just a lucky few, and i hope dey ask cuz i really need some support and for sumone to call me an asshole and tell me wat to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to school, after a few days i finally evrybody in my class' names and it wasnt easy, u neo i feel like i've forgotten how to be the new kid, cuz i've been so used to being in KAS and being the "old" person, i'm so used to teaching sumone than being taught about so many new things, well i hope after a few more weeks i'll find away around my problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i been so depressed and happy at the same time, u noe wat, screw my problems , if they come and gonna beat them so hard tehy wont ever come back, i'm lucky to have the life i have right now, thanks for teaching me dat sofi and izzana, i need to keep my head held up high, and be happy with the life i got and stop complaining, i'm gonna make a mid year resolution for myself, be happy and grateful for what i have now, allah has blessed with a great life and i will live it to the fullest, and now people of mine , i will go back to my awesomeness which hast left for a good amount of time and now i will embrace it firmly and not overdose on it XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr knew how blog wirting could make me realize sumthing so simple yet very annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my people i will bid you good day&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-86230860882749391?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/86230860882749391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-do-i-always-want-things-that-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/86230860882749391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/86230860882749391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-do-i-always-want-things-that-i-cant.html' title='Why do I always want things that i cant have??'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-1454349064533121313</id><published>2011-04-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T06:20:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys&lt;br /&gt;finally got enough "rajin-ness" to update me blooog&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;br /&gt;so nothing much happened lately, i learned how to drive a motor cycle last week XDD&lt;br /&gt;so i'm feeling a bit proud :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have anything to rant this week, its been smooth sailing for most of the time and nothing interesting has come up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still missing dat one person who i havent seen since last year but kinda i;m kinda hooked on&lt;br /&gt;i wonder... XDD&lt;br /&gt;so uhh these days i'm paying a lot of attention to normal stuff,&lt;br /&gt;u noe tv shows, radio stations, people etc. anything dat includes social activities&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i;m always interested in peoples behaviors, habits, personality etc.&lt;br /&gt;donno y, just am, n i THINK/HOPE dat i've gotten pretty good at it, some people come to me for advice on people, and often i liek to gve advice to those who have problems with their relationships, but on subjects like those i'm a bit of a hypocrite becuz some of the advice i gve people would be stuff i wouldnt hve the guts to do, well evryone is a hypocrite at one thing or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok den on another unrelated subject,&lt;br /&gt;my nephew haiqal (keke) just had his third (or was it fourth) birth day wooohooooo&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason i dont really care for birthdays, but apparently my family does so they got on with the party etc.&lt;br /&gt;when i tell people i'm not a bday person theyre like "O.O WTF U DONT CARE ABOUT BDAYS"&lt;br /&gt;well just isnt my thing, i mean to me its just another day, nothing special about just a day when u get older&lt;br /&gt;speaking about bdays, for some reason turning 15 next year scares me, even scarier when i remembered sofi and izzy are turning 15 THIS year, i donno why&lt;br /&gt;i mean why it scares me, i think its because last year i was 13 and i'm thinking "wow these 15year olds are really tall and old n adult (ish)&lt;br /&gt;so i'm thinking to myself, o.o me getting old&lt;br /&gt;lemme stay 14 DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another topic&lt;br /&gt;i bored out of my mine, i mean this the longest i've gone without school, without the bustle of people coming out of class to go eat lunch and without the constant teacher explaining shit dat i dont even get, dis is why i'm loving the tusyen classes, it reminds of wat school is like, making teachers pissed, talking with frens, the constant shout of "DUDESSS WATS NUMBER 2????" plus the staring at girls thing (or just staring at the girl in my phone XDD, me no tell u who XDD) me like just hanging out with frens, eating food, kicking, punching, talking sarcastic and the sounds of the constant hum of people just living life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe how weird it is when u spent a month at a place at its just pulls u even though it was a year ago i mean, ders this place dat i hung out for about a month but i left cuz i just couldnt handle the stress of being the new kid, being the lowest in every class, all the social things, the total ignorance that some/most malays have, being the kid who got in at a "elite" school by having his dad having the president dude pull some strings on the system, so i thought "hey when i'm form 3 and get awesome results in PMR i could go back to that place" &lt;br /&gt;but nooooooo, my dad had me go to a international school, n i'm not even going der until april 26&lt;br /&gt;but going to an international school like nexus has its perks, for one, my age group in the international british system puts me in year 9 which is the equivalent of form 3 in normal malaysian system so even when i have to go through the compulsory year 12 which is the equivalent of the non-compulsory form 6, my cousin and other people my age are still going or just finished form 5, plus when i graduate i would already get my diploma which puts ahead by one year which is awesome XDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm still annoyed by the time period of waiting =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dats all i guess, feel free to comment or watever i wonder who ever reads dis *grasshoppers chirping*&lt;br /&gt;ok den byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-1454349064533121313?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/1454349064533121313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-guys-finally-got-enough-rajin-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1454349064533121313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1454349064533121313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-guys-finally-got-enough-rajin-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-3819671235692643551</id><published>2011-03-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T06:19:52.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>you noe how people always have to let their feelings out somehow??&lt;div&gt;some people break stuff, i would break stuff but i cant afford it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people punch pillows or stuffed garfield or talk to cat (which is kinda creepy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me? i rant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rant.. alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean just ask izzana and sofi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deyre my rant-listeners/readers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to calm my self down, my first choice would be these two and also elyana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but since none of them are online =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will rant my stuff here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to starts things off, i kinda hopped along for my cousins merentas desa/cross country marathon thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt actually join it since it was a school program, but i kinda ran when i wanted to XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was awesome, i ran ALOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it felt great, it improved my self esteem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, i went with my cousin to send some of my cousins frens and his special "someone" back home, which was conveniently close to the gigantico park where we had the thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we used a make shift  path behind an apartment, it was awesome, it was a sort of like an adventurous path/ jungle trekking thing, it was fun, but i felt kinda paranoid cuz this guy about 15/16 years old was like stalking us or sumthing, but one person from the group i was following knew him so i after it was ok, but i was stilll wary of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when we finished the path i bought my cuz/brader/bro and his "special someone" (from now on i'm just gonna say S.S) some juice cuz i'm such a nice guy XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next topic : social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna say dis, i'm getting fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean the only place where i exercise is school and the park where i play with my brader/bro/cuz (lets call dis guy umm bob XDD) so and dats why i'm so freaked out about not going to school, plus, i really need some social time =.= me no freeeennns, me neeeeed people, dats why i'm so eager to go to these outings with bob, S.S and theyre frens, it gives me a sense of fitting it (plus i have a tiny crush on one of them XDD)  but dats not gonna happen anytime soooon, i was really looking forward to the june outings :(( (i'll explain later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;following on: dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so paranoid about MRSM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usually it wouldn worry me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm dreamt about the place BEFORE i went der&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i keep having dreams about it and its people AFTER i went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean just dis last week i've been dreaming about dis person dat cannot be named dat goe to dat school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean dey could be just dreams but i ever since i found out dat der was dat one prophet had the knowledge to interpret dreams i thought, well, it might be my destiny, which i;m really big on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continuing into: people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for some reason i really hate seemingly "perfect" people, i dono why but those type of people really annoy me, i mean evryone is so into them and shit, even in tv i'm still annoyed by those type of people, the same thing with really popular people, people who have 10+ comments and 15+ likes on evry photo, its really annoying, i mean i'm not jealous or anything but imagine people putting up hundreds of pics of their recent trip and not get a single comment, it gives them a feeling not being wanted, even by close frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm attracted to violent girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the type who chase people around trying to give them a huge smackdown, i do not noe why but these people, i really like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the type of people who pinch people without a reason (its fun unless its being done excessively)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially girls who plays violent games and shouts out DIE DIE DIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like this one girl was trying out a ps3 at this shop and was doing just dat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was attracted immediately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i think i'm done ranting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw i also did this for another reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to try and cheer up someone who had a recent break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//For S.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tau masa skang nih x elok untuk ko, tpi aku rse, ko perlu biar kan die untuk sementara, kalau die jodoh ko, mungkin korang akan bersambung balik, untuk sementara waktu ambik kesempatan untuk mencari diri dlm sendiri, dah lme kan couple?? skang nih ambik kesempatan untuk tahu aper yang KAU nak, bukan aper yang KORANG nak, ingat kan diri tu sapa dan bukan sebagai couple tpi secara individu, dan walaupon korang dh clash, aku harap aku bleh kwn ngan ko ngan jue ngan syafika agi, selain korang aku x der kwn kat SMKST tuh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-3819671235692643551?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/3819671235692643551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/03/rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/3819671235692643551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/3819671235692643551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2011/03/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-3351789989152841158</id><published>2010-12-30T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:24:01.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>Did u noe, dat the best things in life, are also the worst.&lt;br /&gt;take friendship for example, sure you have those times where you have an extremely fun times,&lt;br /&gt;den imagine of those frens leaving, sucks right?&lt;br /&gt;den take love, you have dat feeling inside of u, such warmth when your with dat person, such happiness, den when ur not,  its like being in hell on earth, i noe dis first hand, and a few other people does too (u noe who u r) , after my first gf, i learned dat love is hard, and to never use the word love until ur really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; sure cuz love is one of the strongest words in the english vocab&lt;br /&gt;dats why i'm really hate it when people just say "i love u" so casually, n dey dont take it seriously&lt;br /&gt;dey say it like "i LURV u" or "I &lt;3 u" or sum shit like dat, i mean seriously, dats just insulting the word, taking away the real meaning of it&lt;br /&gt;so why do people do it?&lt;br /&gt; cuz deyre lame&lt;br /&gt;i just watched this movie, its called "Little Manhattan"&lt;br /&gt;awesome movie&lt;br /&gt;its about dis ten year old kid with nearly divorced parents&lt;br /&gt;who finds love with an eleven year old girl&lt;br /&gt;but hes more mature den most guys i noe&lt;br /&gt;and lets face it&lt;br /&gt;deyre pretty young to be inlove&lt;br /&gt;WHY, WHY DOES LOVE HURTS&lt;br /&gt;you see i have umm small, ok big crush on someone, it might be even more but i wanna be really sure bfor i say it,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah&lt;br /&gt;i miss her&lt;br /&gt;shes in asrama u noe?&lt;br /&gt;which is sad&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how adults noe if they found "the one"&lt;br /&gt;i bet its relly hard&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously&lt;br /&gt;and how come kids can feel dis stuff&lt;br /&gt;but if we dont&lt;br /&gt;why does it feel like we do&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if u get wat i mean&lt;br /&gt;i wanna noe if it's real&lt;br /&gt;i have a fren&lt;br /&gt;whos parents have the best love story ever&lt;br /&gt;met in a boarding school at age 13&lt;br /&gt;dated till high school finished&lt;br /&gt;at ended up marrying&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see how much of my frens end up like dat&lt;br /&gt;i hope i do&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna end dis post now&lt;br /&gt;p/s its been about 11 months now since i last updated my blog&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-3351789989152841158?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-7928735486168589701</id><published>2010-01-31T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:25:36.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not much</title><content type='html'>u noe wats one of the most painful feeling i ever had???&lt;div&gt;having one of my frens leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe not coming bck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even see dat person again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been facing dat a lot in 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the worst when i'm der when dey leave and when dat person is one of my greatest fren ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did u noe all my emo probs started whne i turned 12??&lt;br /&gt;before dat i'm nt sure if i had any probs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid puberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; well dis is gonna be a short post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah ha haha ha&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sigh*&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/3600261124150438719-7928735486168589701?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/7928735486168589701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/7928735486168589701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/7928735486168589701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-much.html' title='not much'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-2842244278271045311</id><published>2009-12-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:06:18.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”</title><content type='html'>i'm guessing dat most people in petronas hates this year the most (not including the new ones)&lt;div&gt;becuz the old petronas members are leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast  too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though it was a long time ago i still remember saiful (the fatass before me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was the first dat i noe dat left petronas  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was here before the complex was made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den the second person  dat i noe was izzuddin n azamnuddin i noe u guys donno them or hate them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they were still my frens n they were one of my first malaysia ones ( becuz in dat time i hardly knew the petronas people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though some people hated the complex n would rather stay in the separate blocks i was grateful for it cuz it helped me noe the different malaysians easier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n last year was on of my best years becuz finally i klnew the people in petronas n finally there were other malaysians besides me in KAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now people r already leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sumtimes i wish i never came here but if i didnt i would have never find such great frens n people whom now i really care about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i noe dat there cant always be happy years bust still i wish it lasted longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comin to sudan made me understand about life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i heard different stories in sudan i discovered dat i hve a very lucky life so far cuz they have faced more depressing n sad situations &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am now grateful dat i had a great life n as i hear my frens pains i wish too share it wif them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes we all had had our fights but sumtimes fights helps us understand each other more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i wish dat we all can spend as much time with each other cuz its time for most old petronas members to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these people who have left hve becoe great frens of mine n showed some great stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from how we can be better people to the newest trends, from bein responsible to bein fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i now thank these people who have left an has left marks dat now becomes my habits and personality in my life in sudan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i regret not spending much time wif my frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dat is y i always like to spend time in the complex instead of goin to sum dude from schools party cuz i only hve 1-2 days each week to spend time wif the petronas n hve 5 days each week to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spend wif my frens in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i try not to go anywehre in the weekends cuz i only hve 2 days in petronas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i end this post wif this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try not to hve to much fights wif ur frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n try to spend time wif people dat yu dont usually hang out wif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who noes maybe u hve sumthin in common wif them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but while doin dat dont abandon ur old frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-2842244278271045311?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/2842244278271045311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-may-come-n-leave-quickly-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/2842244278271045311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/2842244278271045311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-may-come-n-leave-quickly-but.html' title='“Don&apos;t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don&apos;t walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-1797388679704328839</id><published>2009-11-18T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:58:24.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u noe people make their own like groups of frens without even noticing????&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously i didnt use to even hang out wif izzana, well i kinda did cuz she always hangs out wif the guys but we never actually talked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but then as time goes by izzana n danial n me came closer together den along cam sofi who now also joins the group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it used to be me wif the guys/shufflers/pakourians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now its me danial izzana and sofia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one big happy group well kinda.....it wont be for long though, one of us will leaving us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u could probably tell whos leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it wont be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its kinda weird cuz izzys is the one who convinces sofia to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this year is a sad year for most people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cuz dis is the year where most people will be goin bck or goin sumwhere else in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i cant help but hping dat whn we grow up we'll be able to reunite and hve like a 'Petronas 2009 Reunion' or sumthin like dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dat'll be awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lots of people left n r leaving dis year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;danial is already being tortured about leaving in 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for most people sudan is they're home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they made most of their frens here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one of the reason i dont like to go to another country is dat we'll meet new people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people who will become one of ur bestest frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n den when havin a blast one of us leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;den another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;den another....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;until evryone in the group leaves one person behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and chances r none of us will ever meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for today dis is my post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is a post about friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so my advice is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;always have fun wif ur frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cuz if u dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u'll regret it when ur fren leaves&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/3600261124150438719-1797388679704328839?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/1797388679704328839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1797388679704328839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1797388679704328839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-526613838783835815</id><published>2009-10-01T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:49:52.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short post</title><content type='html'>hey guys (n gurlz) how r u in dis very uneventful life. u guys hepy yet...i;m thinkin not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYH THE HELL DID I MAKE THIS STUPID BLOG!!!ITS WASTING MY PRECIOUS AS DIAMONDS TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo&lt;br /&gt;most people already know dis but i would really rather hangout  wif gurls den guys....o hyeah i forgot i said to dis fren dat i should actually say sumthin else like....i dont like or hate both sides ..i just like the people who actaully can be my frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said gurls becuz most of my good frens ARE gurls&lt;br /&gt;but i also hve frens dat r guys but majority are gurls&lt;br /&gt;ok den i need to go sumwhere so i'll update dis another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-526613838783835815?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/526613838783835815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/526613838783835815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/526613838783835815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-post.html' title='short post'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-1373802922364807596</id><published>2009-09-10T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:44:25.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>BREAKING NEWS FROM SUDAN FADHLI IS BORED!!!!!!!!!!!HOW WILL WE FACE DIS DISASTER????DIS IS A CATASTROPHE!!!!!!!!!!!WE HAVE TO DO SUMTHIN,WE HAVE TO ENTERTAIN HIM RIGHT NOW....ok so i'm bored nobody really cares right????soooo watcha doin???i'm listenin to music n chattn to dis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;girl who made me right dis stupid post anyway..so u hve to thank her when u see her,n if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;girl is reading dis right now congrats for makin me write dis stupid post....so dis is really boring huh???my posts r usually boring soooo wat is the topic today hmmmmm??????how bout relationships???ok sooo i noe dis,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationships can be the greatest joy at times but it can also be the greatest hell on earth......&lt;/span&gt;i'm sure most of u who is readin dis post must hve experienced throught dis before...did u noe crying is better den just sittin there becuz when u cry is like cryin out all ur bad feelings dat u r feeling oh great i'm in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahhahahahahah i noe one person who likes it when i'm in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahhahahah ngee :D soooo i'm bored n i'm gonna continue being bored for the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;cioa&lt;br /&gt;u noe wat i'm makin dis short today&lt;br /&gt;buhbye&lt;br /&gt;selamat tinggal&lt;br /&gt;selamat sejahtera&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos&lt;br /&gt;ok i lied :D ngee&lt;br /&gt;gi dulu ahh&lt;br /&gt;aku nk gi lah&lt;br /&gt;pegi ahh&lt;br /&gt;knp nk bacer agi&lt;br /&gt;pegi ahh&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT&lt;br /&gt;Y R U READIN DIS&lt;br /&gt;ok dude u hve serious issues to read dis&lt;br /&gt;dude seriously&lt;br /&gt;dude get on wif u life&lt;br /&gt;buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-1373802922364807596?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/1373802922364807596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1373802922364807596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1373802922364807596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-2720174321115567486</id><published>2009-09-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:00:03.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY</title><content type='html'>i wonder y i'm doin dis right now (probably becuz a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; made me do dis)....soo let see.....ok well I FREAKIN WOKE UP 3 DIS MORNINGfor qiamulail(i slept most of the time anyway hahhah.ha ha ha yahhh.......n at one point or another me neck n head started to hurt n its till hurts right now....i hve to lie down for it not too hurt...so dis post really sux huh???I'M FREAKIN LAZY TO WRITE THIS FREAKIN POST!!!!!!!!!!who help me kill someone???wanna noe who???we'll i'm not gonna tell u(its actually the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; who made me write dis stupid post..ughhh watever so i'm gonna go now so i'm just gonna go do sumthin illegal(probably try to rape a hot girl in the complex)&lt;br /&gt;buh bye&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;hasta la vista&lt;br /&gt;peace out bro/sis&lt;br /&gt;(how long am i gonna keep up wif the good byes???)&lt;br /&gt;good bye&lt;br /&gt;asslm&lt;br /&gt;selamat tinggal&lt;br /&gt;selamat sejahtera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-2720174321115567486?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/2720174321115567486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/2720174321115567486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/2720174321115567486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy.html' title='LAZY'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-7121717868596802121</id><published>2009-08-31T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:19:31.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT FREAKIN WANT TO</title><content type='html'>i dont want to update dis stupid blog.its so boring wonder y i'm doin this right now....sooo since i'm doin dis might as well write..u noe wat happened lats night????a group of girls attacked this innocent hensem,funny,cute young boy(those girls were so evil) wif SLIPPERS...i mean really who attacks innocent young boys on purpose, especially cute hensem funny innoccent young boys...wat else...lets see...oh yeah adzlins blog is so weird,u noe she accused me of being the "guest" in her stupid chatting gadget in her blog(shes so evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo nothing else to do.. i guess i could put cute pics here&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:CJsHPZGfmiIFGM:http://www.glogster.com/media/2/5/11/25/5112595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 204px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:CJsHPZGfmiIFGM:http://www.glogster.com/media/2/5/11/25/5112595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:QCoaFQyBPlVp6M:http://www.michaelaulia.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/image/2008-February/ponandzi_teddy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 203px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:QCoaFQyBPlVp6M:http://www.michaelaulia.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/image/2008-February/ponandzi_teddy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ponandzi.com/images/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.ponandzi.com/images/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ponandzi.com/ponandzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 374px;" src="http://www.ponandzi.com/ponandzi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ponandzi.com/images/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.ponandzi.com/images/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SETUPA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SETUPA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-7121717868596802121?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/7121717868596802121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-freakin-want-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/7121717868596802121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/7121717868596802121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-freakin-want-to.html' title='DONT FREAKIN WANT TO'/><author><name>Fatlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09325154500949239850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600261124150438719.post-1716205851099583047</id><published>2009-07-28T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T05:49:07.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wah first time ehh???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooooooooooook wat the hell am i suppossed to do,well i doubt anybodys gonna read dis but i'm gonna do it anyway,yo evryone watcha doin,dis really boring anybody care about giving me advice?????i'm usually the one who read blogs not the one who writes them............ok i'm gonna talk about......uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........stuff ok stuff....so wat do i noe about stuff...well i noe suff could be just abou anything...it can be ur shoe or ur butt of ur crap ur ur chair or my fart........well dats all i'm goin to talk about stuff(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how the hell does dat girl make stuff so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) well i guess dats all..................or i can talk about my day....well today ok ummm dis morning i started off waking up,den slept again, these days i sleep to much,donno y,(&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;starting to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;feeel sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)den i wake up again n started to get ready for the morning.i took all the tools i needed to for the day ahead,my specs,my clothes,a thin slab of deoderant under my armpits,n nice boxers.i started off payin games n helpin my mum out wif house work,then i went through my day. well wasnt dat exciting should write more of those the next time i update this.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thinkin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;people r clapping for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)ohh thank u very much u r all clapping for me right (&lt;em&gt;glaring cursing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the people who arent clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)ok i'm gonna end this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aslm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;selamat sejahtera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see ya later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasta la vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adios amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600261124150438719-1716205851099583047?l=fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/feeds/1716205851099583047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatlee-loves-ya.blogspot.com/2009/07/wah-first-time-ehh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1716205851099583047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600261124150438719/posts/default/1716205851099583047'/><link 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