<?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-2945261692056982936</id><updated>2012-01-21T23:21:55.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep dreaming if that keeps you alive</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-568645809208814690</id><published>2011-02-01T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:09:24.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR FTW</title><content type='html'>dear blogspot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but u no longer seem attractive to me the way u did before. i no longer have anything to update. but no worries, i'll be updating u once in a while ( if i ever remember u). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dear tumblr, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw u coz u're the one that make me this way. i'm sorry but i loueee tumblr just too much already this time. coz u see, tumblr got this reblog reblog colorful colorful things which u dont have. i like picturesss better than words. hence now u know why i dont like to study LOL! blogspot, peace yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-568645809208814690?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/568645809208814690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=568645809208814690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/568645809208814690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/568645809208814690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2011/02/tumblr-ftw.html' title='TUMBLR FTW'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-2410732333096358613</id><published>2011-01-02T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:57:29.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Guy</title><content type='html'>Here, at this very moment of my life, I would like to confess something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE &amp; HEARTSSSSSSSSSSSSS SAD ENDING DRAMAS/MOVIES fullstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these kind of dramas dont lie! They dont suck the truth out of us like any other happy ending dramas dammit. Duhh, come on tell me right before my eyes everything in this real world will end up happily? Mana ada. Penipu je semua tu. It's an implicit, and lived, and affirmed understanding: that the universe trades up that every single person has to agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast by watching this damn dramas, it makes me feel I am not the only unluckiy person on earth who struggled herself to continue living, pretending like nothing happened where the fact is she's fuckin not okay. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering what has just happened this emo-ish post is blurted out, I've been watching this one drama for which the reason this post is written in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the song. But no subs. Go find yourself one your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76Y_oUUfCFo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76Y_oUUfCFo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could find the second hero in Marry Me Mary in there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U72Hcu2XUrE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U72Hcu2XUrE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was just searching for Ga In's updates (remember last time I watched witch yoo hee? Hah that supposed to be the concrete reason why) which at last brought me to this drama Bad Guy. So blablabla. And now I'm all emo because of this thing. Wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-2410732333096358613?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2410732333096358613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=2410732333096358613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2410732333096358613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2410732333096358613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2011/01/bad-guy.html' title='Bad Guy'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-8966001763443714247</id><published>2010-12-31T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:51:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR COMES AND GOES</title><content type='html'>Okay okay okayyyy. It's about new year!! According to my watch, it's only frickin 1 hr 20 mins left before 2011 comes in our ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has slipped past, 2010 was indeed quite a show but lets now the curtin close. May 2011 be a great year for all, treat us with better something and leave us with less burdens. Fuh fuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure some of you are wondering what am I doing on new year's eve, the answer to that is; no. I have no plans or in case if I sit here in my room, rewatching witch yoo hee again (alone) for the 10th(?) times is counted as an activity, then I'm up to nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have no life. We all do. That's what my friends had been saying lately boo. &lt;br /&gt;It's already 2 years I celebrated new year at place other than home with nothing to do. New year's eve's just like any other usual days. Nothing to be thrilled over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home in Malaysia, even if we don't go out at least there'll be something intresting to watch on TV or something to do. Or at least the fireworks show at Dataran Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever with the never ending complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo new year, new resolutions lahhhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are someee.. whatsoever you wanna call it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Menjadi lebih cantik (muka bersih from blemishes)&lt;br /&gt;2) Mempunyai badan yang lebih kurus&lt;br /&gt;3) Menjadi lebih nerd, kurang bercakap benda pelik selain dari pelajaran &lt;br /&gt;4) Menjadi sedikit anti-sosial&lt;br /&gt;5) Mempunyai gigi yang juga cantik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh semua tentang kecantikan. Gedik tak beragak *tampar diri sendiri*&lt;br /&gt;First IA starts on the 3rd Jan 2011 and yet I'm watching the frickin dramas?!! Total F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious stuffs like better results in exams, less bunking classes, study more often; we save it for later (YA AMPUN MEMANG LOSER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, real students wouldn't reveal their true targets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LASTLY, HAPPY NEW YEAR DEAR FRIENDS! MAY WE ALL BE BLESSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-8966001763443714247?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8966001763443714247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=8966001763443714247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8966001763443714247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8966001763443714247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-comes-and-goes.html' title='NEW YEAR COMES AND GOES'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-4253846230082891434</id><published>2010-12-17T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:32:39.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittens Fever Rawckz!</title><content type='html'>Anyone from C block Dwelly puhlishhhhhhhhh buy one cuuuuuuuuuuute cute cute cute fluffy kitten pleaseeee? *puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what evil curse has gotten into me but come to think of it, ehem, I kinda feel somekind of affection towards kittens lately. To be a lil specific; yesterday. But strictly only to cute ones. Call me bias but I really cant tolerate uncute kittens  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is whyyyyyy I think I'm on some weird phase right now. Cause u see, I never liked cats before. Maybe due to the fact that I've never ever encountered any cute kittens/cats back in Malaysia literally. Now I find it devastating much how I learn the meaning of falling for animals on the land of not your own. Not Malaysia but... India. Phew, didn't expect this land of Mahatma Gandhi at least has something to offer me. How irony. Pfffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of my seniors uploaded pictures of frickin-cuteeeeeee-omaigawddd-kittens up for sale. They're sooo overdosed-ly adorable I feel like hugging tight and kissing them! And even bitting. Which is sooo not gonna happen in any coming million years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have a great past time experience towards kittens. When I was small, u know the time when kids loveeee to play with animals, my brother and I, we used to fill our free time together. Waiting for kittens to stop by behind our house. And play with them. My mum she doesn't really like us this way, but kids; what do u expect? We dont give a damn and continue welcoming kittens as our weekly guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last time i could recall, I still capable of hugging and playing with these creatures without any threaten feeling of being harm by them. Nor having second thought of not touching them. But of course, not all things in this world will go right according to plan. And shit happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one stupid cat, I think she's pregnant or whatnot, suddenly acted all weird and gave my brother a good real long scratch! And i went WTFFFFF and since then my despise-ness of creature so-called cat never grew any lesser. And the recorded scene is neatly kept, up till now in my brain. Fresh still like the last 10 years could be. Thanks to that cat, now Imma cat phobic. Sedikit.  T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh we are sooo much off track and to cut short the long crappy once-upon-a-time story, all this nostalgic memory came because of these pictures! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TQpGeL29l3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/3xsELuhUmxo/s1600/163147_1795319961687_1200352745_2074620_7608798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TQpGeL29l3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/3xsELuhUmxo/s320/163147_1795319961687_1200352745_2074620_7608798_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551326975080896370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this too adorable to be publicitized? Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TQpGsQYlQuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Jr8bNNQ1V6o/s1600/65789_1795320281695_1200352745_2074622_971030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TQpGsQYlQuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Jr8bNNQ1V6o/s320/65789_1795320281695_1200352745_2074622_971030_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551327216813818594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihhh comel sangat niiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TQpG3izAaFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/J5UqVZMwiVM/s1600/163415_1795320401698_1200352745_2074623_1645782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TQpG3izAaFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/J5UqVZMwiVM/s320/163415_1795320401698_1200352745_2074623_1645782_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551327410735048786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are reuploaded from a senior. If these cute things are for sale, I swear I'll force my friends to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: oh yeah. Reason why I write about this is because... shazatun will own one anak kucing besok! Woohoo! Makcik ni cakap baka parsi dengan kucing biasa. We'll see comel ke tak! Wahaha demand pulak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, my seniors they're selling parsian kittens. But dont u think 15000 rps ~ RM1000 is a lil bit too much? I rather spend the money on a new pair of shoes. And dolly's guinea pigs juga saya masih tak berani nak pegang as in angkat dengan dua belah tangan. Apatah lagi nak mencium cium? Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-4253846230082891434?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4253846230082891434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=4253846230082891434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/4253846230082891434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/4253846230082891434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/kittens-fever-rawckz.html' title='Kittens Fever Rawckz!'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TQpGeL29l3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/3xsELuhUmxo/s72-c/163147_1795319961687_1200352745_2074620_7608798_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-4265430833395105336</id><published>2010-12-16T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:55:58.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sori la nyah mak tak reti lagi jadi kabegel ni (jadah!)</title><content type='html'>Apew pendapat korang kalaw aku tulis gunew bahase macam niew;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita- kitew&lt;br /&gt;suka- sukew&lt;br /&gt;sini- cini&lt;br /&gt;friend- fwen&lt;br /&gt;best friend- besh fwen&lt;br /&gt;best friend forever ever- besh fwen fowever wever&lt;br /&gt;cover girl- kabegel&lt;br /&gt;suka- cuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ampunnn, tolong la stop. Pening kepala mak, nak oi! Tapi atleast kabegel tu bole la tahan comel dia. Yang lain, pergh memang failll nak oi paillll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-4265430833395105336?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4265430833395105336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=4265430833395105336' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/4265430833395105336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/4265430833395105336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/sori-la-nyah-mak-tak-reti-lagi-jadi.html' title='Sori la nyah mak tak reti lagi jadi kabegel ni (jadah!)'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-7681763666500180061</id><published>2010-12-13T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:18:50.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>P.s: Read with calm mind and heart for safety measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Sarina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to meet you in manipal. Sorry I couldn't reply earlier. Had got a little busy over the weekend. Do not feel tensed or bad that you are unable to concentrate. It is only natural to get distracted at this age. 5-6 years ago it used to be really difficult to concentrate for me too. You just have to get a hold of yourself and work harder to learn whatever you study and perform better. Always think what you are going to be at the end of this course. You will be a doctor. Being a doctor does not only have the "Dr." put before your name but also that you are going to be taking care of people's health and believe me that is the noblest thing to do. You are a very beautiful person Sarina, both inside and out. And I know you will make a fine doctor. Just put in a little extra effort not to get distracted by things and aim to reach the goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care dear. I am elated to know I am your idol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anitha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOOD GRACIOUS LORD. AIN'T THIS WAYYY JUST TOO SWEET TO PUT THEM INTO WORDS?!! NOW I THINK I TRULLY FALL FOR MISS ANITHA ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob sob. Unfortunately she's not teaching us IMS-ians already. Lucky u Manipal students. Huh. (emo tak pasal)&lt;br /&gt;P.p.s: Ahhh please ignore the idol part  =.=". It's not like what u think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-7681763666500180061?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7681763666500180061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=7681763666500180061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7681763666500180061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7681763666500180061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-5732277078763285337</id><published>2010-12-12T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:19:32.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OF MARK ZUCKERBERG AND HIS CREATION</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my S off all the way while reading this. It's like superrr stupid yet true. At some points. Blergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not a hardcore fans of twitter so yeah, i'll pass that. I make an account just for the sake of not wanting to be called 'Yo, kau takde twitter? Omg sooo lame!'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of people pun masalah jugak. Apa masalah kau kalau orang tu taknak ada facebook ke twitter ke blog ke? Kau ingat kau tu dewa IT sangat? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Quit-Facebook"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How To Quit Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How genius this Mark Zuckerberg could possibly be makes me keep wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, eventhough i'm not spending that much time on facebook, still, my time is usually wasted watching movies. This one thing i dont even have any ideas left how to handle. They sure know how to drag me to kancah keburukan. And the worst part of all is, when even if i dont have anymore movies or dramas left to be watched, still, I'll crawl out from my bed, menggagahkan jugak diri pegi copy dari orang lain. And u know crap things happen. Whenever (almost most of the time) my mum calls me and her favourite past time question will be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: what're u doing?&lt;br /&gt;me   : emm, watching movies. but later i'll go read and study something. dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(conversation in 100% Bahasa Melayu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang pengadap laptop tegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what lah i can do as a normal teenage? This is all part of a phase in growing becoming an adult. Because bila u dah tua takdenya u nak rajin pegi usha laptop setiap masa mengadap cerita korea ke hindustan ke kartun disney ke. Am i making any sense here? Right thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the main reason whyyyy i cant really digest the idea of few of friends who dont really into watching movies or bahan bahan hiburan ni. Like seriously? God, you've been missing the best part of being teenagers! Save the seriousness for later. Keep best for the earlier. Bhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of the carutan. Nak pegi sambung tengok marry me mery. &lt;br /&gt;(SEE! TOTAL FAILUREEE  T_T )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-5732277078763285337?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5732277078763285337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=5732277078763285337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/5732277078763285337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/5732277078763285337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-mark-zuckerberg-and-his-creation.html' title='OF MARK ZUCKERBERG AND HIS CREATION'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-8039744316251601178</id><published>2010-12-09T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:50:57.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Watching 10 episode of glee just now really make my mood swings. Yeah thanks, u just made my finely burried homesick feeling out of its grave and left me dying anticipating of a flight to Malaysia for just few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling homesick again. Maybe its the Very Glee Christmas that makes me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this episode, even the cruel Sue Sylvester at last utters out the magic word sorry to Mr Schue after what she did. A horrible childhood days make her behaves that way. And in the end, she still finds no matter how much hatred she has in her, Christmas is after all a time to forgive and let miracles happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supper heart wrenching to see how Brittany still believes that Santa Claus does exist and how Coach Bieste tries to explain to her the bitter truth. Even Santa couldn't do what she asked for. Its like you have to let go of your childhood dream. And to know you already grow up leaving behind the care-free life and have to start facing real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a movie can makes me feel this way. How Ironic. How pathetic. How emotional the heart could be. Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdjDAfIgzNo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdjDAfIgzNo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Your First Christmas day is the greatest day of your life. Your family's all together, there are loads of presents, cookies. The magic is alive and well. But before you know it, you grow up. Work and school and love life take over. And when you're at your age now, you're so desperate to get that magic back, you'd do anything to be able to feel again how you did that at first christmas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit straight at heart yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-8039744316251601178?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8039744316251601178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=8039744316251601178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8039744316251601178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8039744316251601178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-1149235285061889369</id><published>2010-12-09T03:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T03:45:11.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER THE RAINBOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVhepGj21Bw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVhepGj21Bw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i find this song sooooo much calming i feel like going to sleep everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can start imagining nice big green grassy field, with butterflies flying around, the wind is blowing at adequate rate, touching your face smoothly, serenity's everywhere. The sweet scent of trees (maybe we can imagine apple trees? Or big tree with swing hanging on it?. And u take a deeeeep breath. And do nothing other than just letting yourself being pampered at such great place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh how refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics itself is self explainatory. You just need to let your imagination runs wild baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high,&lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I heard of&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Skies are blue,&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far&lt;br /&gt;Behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly.&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-1149235285061889369?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1149235285061889369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=1149235285061889369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/1149235285061889369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/1149235285061889369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-rainbow.html' title='OVER THE RAINBOW'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-6516442544995317898</id><published>2010-12-09T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T03:22:39.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOLONG LA TAKYAH BACA</title><content type='html'>WARNING: THIS ENTRY THIS TIME GONNA BE THE MOST RIDONKEYULOUS EVAH SO BACK OFF PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LUAHAN HATI 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUA PENING KEPALA LA DER. MALAM MALAM PUN LU DENGAR LAGU JIWANG. MASAK WEHHHHH! DAH LA KUAT NAK MAM. LU TAKLEH NAK KASI VOLUME TINGGI LAGI KE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LUAHAN HATI 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAA NI LAGI SATU ISU. YANG PALING TAK LOGIK SEKALI DALAM DUNIA NI BILA ADIK GUA HABIS SPM PUN GUA NAK EMO DENGKI DENGKI. LU TAK RASA GUA NI EMOSI MEMANG OUT KE? FAILLL HOY FAILLLLLL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LUAHAN HATI 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH PASTU DAH NAK DEKAT EXAM PUN MASIH TAK RETI RETI NAK BELAJAR KE HAH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: TOLD U NOT TO READ DIDN'T I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAMBUNGAN LUAHAN PERASAAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAA NI LAGI SATU. KALAU BLOGGER TU KAN DAH LAMA TAK UPDATE BLOG KAN, PASTU NEXT POST DIA MESTI START DENGAN;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'LAMA TAK UPDATE BLOG NI KAN?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI AKU TAKKAN KOMEN PAPE PASAL NI SEBAB AKU PUN CAMTU GAKKKK. HUAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-6516442544995317898?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6516442544995317898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=6516442544995317898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/6516442544995317898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/6516442544995317898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/12/tolong-la-takyah-baca.html' title='TOLONG LA TAKYAH BACA'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-8354323514256432177</id><published>2010-11-27T15:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:25:32.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EARLY MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TPC7pAwvjvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/69s7fTPWYw4/s1600/stock-photo-cheerful-clay-figures-of-a-newly-married-couple-474709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TPC7pAwvjvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/69s7fTPWYw4/s320/stock-photo-cheerful-clay-figures-of-a-newly-married-couple-474709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544137454546554610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me but i totally got cold fingers and feet whenever i hear of early marriages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early here means i'm referring to their 20+ of age. Like 23 or 24, these could be considered as young aren't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Different people might have different opinion. Some give reasons like to prevent from commiting sins. Some says because they love each other just too much they cant afford to waste any more time not to be together yada yada. But dont you think getting married when your college life isn't yet finished is troublesome? And dont you think at our age we still behave like small small cute kids? Okay not at all time, but at least... sometimes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever reasons might be uttered out, i still, no matter how people say, think, getting married in your early twenties is absurd. I'm sorry if the word being used is harsh, but hey, this is a free country and people are open to give their thoughts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added my seniors whom got married last october. I thought only those who wear 'tudung labuh' end their single lives early but opss, it's proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dolly if you're reading this, did i hear wrong or was it just a wild gossip of you getting enggaged next year? See. Even my close friends started giving me heart attacks these past days. How la my life tak tenang begini? Asyik tekezut dek berita meletop letop je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last 2 weeks (or was it last week?) i went to my friend's house to have lil chit chat( meaning gossip la durh), and she told me she just got back from usrah and her kakak usrah also told them about a number of our seniors are getting married march next year! *Wide dropped jaw but this isn't the climax yet. So hold up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most freakishly abso-surd-ly weird is, 3 of them (ladies; living together as housemates) will be married to, 3 male seniors (whom also are haousemates) and these 3 complimenting couples are marrying each others, yet they never even talked to.&lt;br /&gt;(WHATTTT?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some of you might find this entry is way too provoke-ish, pardon me. I didn't mean to be rude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i feel a little calm. And can now breathe easily. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you, you or also you, if you think like getting married in this nearing time, oh or even getting enggaged, please go ahead. May happiness be in your ways all the time! *crossed fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TPC7JTXYi1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/jBGLN4TVUsc/s1600/married-couple_%257Ek0333879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TPC7JTXYi1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/jBGLN4TVUsc/s320/married-couple_%257Ek0333879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544136909784648530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-8354323514256432177?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8354323514256432177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=8354323514256432177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8354323514256432177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8354323514256432177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/early-marriage.html' title='EARLY MARRIAGE'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TPC7pAwvjvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/69s7fTPWYw4/s72-c/stock-photo-cheerful-clay-figures-of-a-newly-married-couple-474709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-4405515790142609999</id><published>2010-11-26T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:10:47.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Kurt-ness. And blaine.</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL KURT GONNA BE TRANSFERED TO ANOTHER SCHOOL??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTHHHHHHH! TOO MUCH A DRAMA FOR A SERIES LIKE GLEE. PFFFTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just my eyes or has kurt grown cuter? Lol! And oh, i like the new guy blaine. Though his hair is like something i dont really like on a man, but it looks okay on him so whatever. And he's gay (atleast in this series). See i toldya. Gay people has this cute cute looking face i easily fall for them XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-4405515790142609999?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4405515790142609999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=4405515790142609999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/4405515790142609999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/4405515790142609999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-kurt-ness-and-blaine.html' title='Of Kurt-ness. And blaine.'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-7496006862423558508</id><published>2010-11-22T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T03:24:48.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaichi is Not Lychee Dear Friends</title><content type='html'>I ordered a health product. And a friend of mine mentioned it has new flavour. It's lychee people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped uncountable number of beats on hearing that as i get bored taking the same flavour for the past few months. So i without any doubt at heart, as fast as the lighting may fail to win, i ordered the so-called lychee. And i went home heart all went blooming fantastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment when i wanted to open the new bottle of product, i smelled somekind of unpleasant smell which my heart has been objecting for the past few centuries as the world couldn't concern more. But.. i told my heart 'ahh, maybe it's just the smell. The taste that count'. So i went all lalala at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pouring acceptionally amount of hot and cold water and got the water stirred here and there, i took a sip. Then, the brain receptors in my head started to respond on the signals received and puff! I GOT AN IMMEDIATE BRAIN-ACHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dizzyness and nausea and 'lemah badan seketika' and 'kaki lembik sebentar' and what else words could describe. With the legs felt like i've just got kicked (maksudnya kaki lembik sangat) i walked all the way back to my room. And. I googled. And thank u lord God, i've learnt something new that i swear i will NEVER EVER IN GAZILLION YEARS could i possibly forget this new vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear readers and friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please read this sentence below with highlighted bold and stressed out tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELAICHI IS NO F WAY AT ALL THE SAME AS LYCHEE!! *cries histerically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my head ache get worsen reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.food-india.com/ingredients/i001_i025/i012.htm"&gt;ELAICHI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rupa rupanya elaichi adalah macam bunga cengkih or adik beradik herba herba yang kalau termakan dalam nasi minyak ke yang rasa maha dasyat tak sedap tu!)&lt;br /&gt;Huehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Now i pening pening kepala and my microbe record book isn't yet finished. And the taste of the ELAICHI is like forever molded on my tongue let alone the scent of it is eternally kept in my brain. Right now i can smell the smell of ELAICHI everynow and then =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God pleaseeeeeeeee. Take this horrifying smell outta my head. Pleaseeee. *muka penat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what dear readers. When something unpleasant happens to me, i'll get cold fingers instead of cold feet. That's why i got busted easily if i takut nak present depan kelas ke tengah takut dengan something ke. You see. So teruk la macam ni nak berlagak macho pun susah. Then my fingers will got this tremors and parkinsonsism all of sudden. Worst they're shaking at the same rate just as hard as how my heart is thumping hard at the moment. How cooperative of them isn't it? Sweetttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While typing right now, i can feel my fingers' temperature getting dropped 1°C each second. And there! My nails getting blue-ish. What they call cyanosis right? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy. Is this somekind of signs i should be getting MC for tomorrow, see Dr Manohar for a free check-up and take a gooooood rest the whole entire day tomorrow? Is it? *pressing forehead hard to get the head ache off head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: and and and people. It's sweet 22nd November again! Hip Hip Hooray! Imma birthday girl today. Heeeee  :D&lt;br /&gt;Presents presents. Come to mama, baby! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TOlwpXaDa5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/cwwY9XOvoGI/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TOlwpXaDa5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/cwwY9XOvoGI/s320/securedownload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084672416344978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni je yang sempat tangkap. Yang lain dah masuk perut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-7496006862423558508?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7496006862423558508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=7496006862423558508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7496006862423558508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7496006862423558508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/elaichi-is-not-lychee-dear-friends.html' title='Elaichi is Not Lychee Dear Friends'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TOlwpXaDa5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/cwwY9XOvoGI/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-6707280605030740735</id><published>2010-11-20T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:51:21.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbZcYy6AAGg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbZcYy6AAGg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVEEEEEEE GWYNETHHH!!!---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mr Schue is actually quite a good looking guy yes? now i realized. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-6707280605030740735?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6707280605030740735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=6707280605030740735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/6707280605030740735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/6707280605030740735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/loveeeeeee-gwynethhh-and-mr-schue-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-9210123648601481956</id><published>2010-11-13T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T03:00:16.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAPAR! LAPARR!! LAPARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huargghhhh apesal sejak mula balik diet ni lapar memanjang tak kira masa. nak kata kadar metabolisma badan dah makin tinggi, rasa macam takde la pulak kan aku rajin exercise sekarang ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila time time lapar ni mula la rasa nak mengamuk je. HAHA gila bulldozer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok lagi 3 minggu. bertabah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: and people, please. we dont just go around telling other people BAD THINGS about your close friends aren't we? dude please, u just make the condition worst. with your attitude alone, it's more than enough to give others major headache. so stop already would u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-9210123648601481956?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9210123648601481956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=9210123648601481956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/9210123648601481956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/9210123648601481956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/lapar-laparr-laparrrrrrrrrrr-huargghhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-6961748454201025707</id><published>2010-11-08T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:13:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sakit badannnnn!!!!! Rasa macam kena tumbuk kuat kuat satu badan lepas main netball semalam. Nak bangun pagi pun tidak berdaya daku. Sakit bahu, pinggang, tangan, kaki semua cukup. Mana taknya, asyik jatuh memanjang. Certain batch seniors main ganas. The best part is we lost all the games. Hehe. Kata netball game lemah lembut, ur arse. Unfortunately i didn't go school today. At all. Pfft. Sory umi ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-6961748454201025707?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6961748454201025707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=6961748454201025707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/6961748454201025707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/6961748454201025707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/11/sakit-badannnnn-rasa-macam-kena-tumbuk.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina 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height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really into acoustic stuff like this. but this is pretty good. try give a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and c'mon november babies. it's NOVEMBER yaw! the most awesome month everrrrrrr! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i know this is something so out of no where, but i've always been proud of november. and uh, perak. i wonder why. it just been there in my genes since i dont remember when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-160648632429686796?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/160648632429686796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=160648632429686796' title='0 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TMMoXLDQ6dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2hp39U0VXBM/s1600/We-Are-Family-Hindi-Movie-Review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/TMMoXLDQ6dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2hp39U0VXBM/s320/We-Are-Family-Hindi-Movie-Review.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531309145909684690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching We Are Family. incase u dont know what movie i'm talking about right now, let me just tell u. it's a hindi movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a one damn sad movie of the year goddammit. after a long hiatus of sad movies from bollywood, now karan johar produced one. and its a major success. at least for me. i cried. i cried watching kal ho naa ho. i cried watching kabhi kushi kabhi gham. and now for this one. tell me karan johar is not sentimental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look. how are u going to tell your family u wont be able to live long. u gonna die. because of cancer. how? howww??!! how are u gonna tell your children u wont be able to be with them any longer? how u not capable of doing anything for them anymore? gawddd, this is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm sad. because of a movie  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop being dramatic sarina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, the songs are great. and if u dont know, this movie is somehow related with walt disney. now u can imagine cute cute things right? seriusly. when the promo of this movie was out like in august like that, i was like 'shittt. i wanna watch this! i need to! have to!' because the casts are superb. kajol, kareena kapoor, arjun rampal. dont their names like magnetized u to go watch? and just now i just bought the dvd. and i'm the happiest person ever lived on planet earth! yet so sad after watching. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cure the sadness from bugging for too long, let us listen to this cuteeee song.&lt;br /&gt;there are a lil bit here and there of disney vibe yes? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S1-7SbfBu0g" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go now. time for gossip girl pulak. u know u love me. xoxo. and hah, speaking of which, how i salute the love of chuck and blair. they are like superbly in love with each other but for season 4, they aren't together. at least up till the 5th episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this a lil bit gives me ideas on 'no matter how much u love someone very much, it doesn't always mean u have to be together right? so what if u love someone but cant have him/her as your partner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what, if u love someone so much but the other party doesn't love u back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what, if u miss someone very much your heart ache while the person u like doesn't even care to remember u for even one second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what with all that? that's your choice to feel that way. but u cant force the other person to like u back right? and please. there's no need to be heartbroken for too long. siket siket sudah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-447717861991835152?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/447717861991835152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-3343350487219503632</id><published>2010-10-11T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:39:29.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god, today's classes are sooo much a teribble pressure i only thaught of going home and enjoy the list of movies i've downloaded. the whole day long i was at college i toldya, i thaught of nothing but laying on bed watching movies. and oh la la. now i'm home, owhhhhh how's this feeling is one heck of a heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-3343350487219503632?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3343350487219503632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-8149371213180301536</id><published>2010-10-11T04:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T04:50:32.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Little Liars</title><content type='html'>i've been watching this new series titled pretty little liars and fgs i really love it!&lt;br /&gt;actually i bought its novel but haven't read it yet. and suddenly my friend said she has downloaded the first season and i was like 'goddd, i want it. give meee!!' and there me goes. finishing the 10 eps in 1 day.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and great. now the opening song, secret by the pieces, stuck forever in my head. and f, i'm anticipating for season 2 like forever but unfortunately it will only comes out january next year. pfft. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttt, for a chicken like me, the lyrics itself is quite freaky though. ha ha. u dont believe me? nah, read it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secret- The pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you smile &lt;br /&gt;Like you have told a secret&lt;br /&gt;Now you're telling lies&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the one to keep it&lt;br /&gt;But no one keeps a secret&lt;br /&gt;No one keeps a secret&lt;br /&gt;Why when we do our darkest deeds&lt;br /&gt;Do we tell?&lt;br /&gt;They burn in our brains&lt;br /&gt;Become a living hell&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone tells&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now you're getting sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Are you hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;By secrets that you're keeping?&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're keeping&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're keeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spoken]&lt;br /&gt;Alison?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;I have something I want to tell you, but&lt;br /&gt;you have to promise to never tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear on your life?&lt;br /&gt;I swear on my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end spoken]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;You swore you'd never tell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Swear this one you'll save&lt;br /&gt;Better lock it, in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one to the grave&lt;br /&gt;If I show you then I know you&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell what I said&lt;br /&gt;Cause two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of the m is dead…&lt;br /&gt;(chorus x 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes two can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;If one of us is…. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh btw dudes, i love emilyyy! and spencer. spencer, her perfectionism seems cute. she is a total freak geek (not in the way she's dressing though)! she knows everything like EVERYTHING even how many foot steps needed to go to somewhere. now tell me she's normal?! and emily. i just love her &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-8149371213180301536?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8149371213180301536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=8149371213180301536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8149371213180301536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/8149371213180301536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/10/pretty-little-liars.html' title='Pretty Little Liars'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-2562079356798785015</id><published>2010-10-02T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:59:57.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being sent off to Penang airport by your parents and sister and having yourself arrived at klia at 6.45pm, all alone when your friend who is going back with you will be arriving at 8 but of course chooses to spend her remaining time with beloved family until 10pm is heart wrecking. I thaught this is not at all a big deal to me. The truth is, it's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere, your fingers got controlled over your mind and click on songs which somehow we genred as sentimentals. It's double suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'd really wish upon shooting stars that time can be returned again to when I first started my holidays a month and half back.&lt;br /&gt;But of course. It's one hell of an impossible thing to wish upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-2562079356798785015?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2562079356798785015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=2562079356798785015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2562079356798785015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2562079356798785015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-sent-off-to-penang-airport-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-7088571138822945401</id><published>2010-09-30T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:24:06.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more day left. :(&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll eat devilishly tomorrow :( &lt;br /&gt;Man, I can feel the mood is merrily swinging higher and higherrr~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-7088571138822945401?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-2945566535367533765</id><published>2010-09-29T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:08:12.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujvZW4IiSSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujvZW4IiSSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-2945566535367533765?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2945566535367533765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=2945566535367533765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2945566535367533765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2945566535367533765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-5503966209335121222</id><published>2010-09-29T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:47:53.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is shah rukh khan getting hotter by days? Heck he should be having more wrinkles by now ok not those abs. And the hairstyle? Why soo cutee? Arghhh. Though I like shahid kapoor. Still, SRK is the bestest among all! I think I'd started having fetish on him when he was in kal ho na ho which was in 2003. If I'm not mistaken. And since then, he keeps looking gorgeous-ier and younger. And of course, my most often repeatedly played movie goes to... Kal ho na hoo! *applause*. That movie too has brought my heart closer to saif Ali khan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, I'm going back to india in 2 more days which is a total hell. I hate the feeling of being there. It sucks! Very much. Okay better knock it off before I start writing bad things here. Imma gonna enjoy meself to the max to the power of infinity and eat like a fat obese pig while I'm still here :DD&lt;br /&gt;till then, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh btw, eat pray love will be out tomorrow. I'M GOING TO WATCH IT NO MATTER F WHAT HAPPENS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-5503966209335121222?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5503966209335121222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=5503966209335121222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/5503966209335121222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/5503966209335121222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-is-shah-rukh-khan-getting-hotter-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-2332831739589985502</id><published>2010-09-20T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:46:46.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berkongsi</title><content type='html'>Sila klik title untuk lompat ke blog berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya jarang berasa sedih kalau membaca blog ni. Dan sejujurnya saya dah lama gilaaaaaaaaa tak menjenguk blog rakan rakan lain. Harini tergerak hati pulak nak pegi membaca blog seorang kawan ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayat permulaan kedengaran seperti beliau ingin berjenaka. Atau seperti ingin menulis novel melayu hlovate. Kerana masa di mais dahulu saya acap kali berkunjung ke rumah beliau untuk meminjam buku hasil hlovate. Tetapi tanggapan awal saya salah. Malah meleset sedikit demi sedikit lalu akhirnya di gantikan dengan perasaan pilu di dada. Entri beliau kali ini membuat saya berasa sedih. Ditambah perasaan berat untuk pulang kembali ke india. Kebenarannya, blog beliau seeing kali berjaya membuat saya berasa tersentuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-2332831739589985502?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://shielasaad.blogspot.com/' title='Berkongsi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2332831739589985502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=2332831739589985502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2332831739589985502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/2332831739589985502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/berkongsi.html' title='Berkongsi'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-242491195304253417</id><published>2010-09-10T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:27:00.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mengapakah ini daku tidak berperasaan seperti mahu raya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapakah daku berperasaan seperti malas mahu bersosial, bersembang, bertegur sapa dengan orang lain dekat dekat raya ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the child in me still doesn't want to grow up. And I'm comfortable that way. But when this is happening, I fear something is about to happen. Could it be I'm maturing up? Bhahaha how funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risau nye aku kenapakah perasaan excited nak raya ni tak datang datang lagi nii? Haih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-242491195304253417?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/242491195304253417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=242491195304253417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/242491195304253417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/242491195304253417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/mengapakah-ini-daku-tidak-berperasaan.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-7792757416019197442</id><published>2010-09-08T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T02:37:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piranha</title><content type='html'>went to ipoh because my sister she wanted to buy something for my parents. so i decided to meet a friend. so we talked and did few rounds to see the shops. and bought nothing. no money. blergh. later we decided to catch a movie. and god, why of all the days it is today that all the movies so boring they kill me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going through the movies list like 2 or 3 times, nothing at all seemed interesting. but to kill the time, we decided to go for piranha. my thought at that time; 'great, i'll do some charity today giving jusco money for free cause imma gonna sleep'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatthefart the movie is sooo very much stupid. ugh! i got angry everytime i remember i went to watch that movie! stupid. now seriously 8ringgit burnt just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course la kan. we know how piranhas look like. how they attack their preys. how worst they can torn human's flesh. and how the water can turn into red colored sea when they start attacking. what else? u see. these are all general knowlegde so why lah need to make a movie on this?! aih geram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing worth watching is the main actor is cute. thats all. even the heroin doesn't have the look. and small kids in this movie dont even play their roles effectively(?). and the story line? omg. worst! and if u're fasting, godd, there are lotsssa unsensored scenes. i mean not like really REALLY unsensored. but still. puasa kata. so maybe u'll feel like your pahala akan berkurang ke ape XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dont watch this piranha. unless u feel like just enjoying yourself in the dark, air-conditioned theatre and sleep. then go ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-7792757416019197442?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7792757416019197442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=7792757416019197442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7792757416019197442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7792757416019197442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/piranha.html' title='Piranha'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-7841296116318719341</id><published>2010-09-06T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:20:59.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think. due to the boredom attack now i'm acting weird. i just added like MANYYY seniors of mine on facebook. a sudden urge pushing me forward. ignoring the humility i might get. which this is totally not me. i dont just add random people nowadays. unless those people i've set earlier intention on stalking them. there goes my secret. now i even tell my secrets. u tell me how not bored am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if it's just me or what. or somekind of once-in-life-of-teenage-phase in living as a normal human being or what. but i have this weirdo thing. i tend to like many of my seniors. this has been happening since like i was in primary school. i tend to have crushes on seniors easily. well not really crush but somekind like adoring. or stalking. go google thesaurus if u wish but whatever words they use to mean that thing. uh, i dont even know what is that to be called. it's annoying sometimes to know u like someone who dont even know about your presence in this whole wide world. how pathetic could my life be more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i dont like it when someone i dont know his or her name. and i'm happy that way. but then later there'll be this someone else, whom eager and excited enough, tells me bout that person's name. and now i already know that person's name and he or she dont even know my name. it's unfair u see. and i dont like it. enough said. whatever u want to call me. pelik? mengada? whatever. i'm happy the way i'm now. u dont have to tell me i'm way back outdated or close minded or anything. i dont need their awareness of my humble presence at the first place after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. note that i'm not having bad days or anything i'm writing emo-ish post. this thing just popped out out of my head just like that.&lt;br /&gt;so for now i'll pen down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-7841296116318719341?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7841296116318719341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=7841296116318719341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7841296116318719341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/7841296116318719341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-1951079603582835353</id><published>2010-09-04T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T05:11:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni pun takyah baca. Buang masa</title><content type='html'>mengapekah cerita melayu sangat pathetic membuatkan saye berase pening akhirnye lalu memaling muka end up tengok movie dekat laptop je? aihhh perlukah cerite melayu asyik je bertemakan kesedihan. perempuan perempuan menangis sebab benda kecik?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihh. seminggu ni saye telah menghabiskan masa menemani opah saye. jadi pastilah banyak kan cerita melayu yang saye terpaksa menonton bersama opah. 1 ni aku taktau la tajuk ape tapi pasal kisah seorang 'prostitute'(guna bahasa melayu macam kasar je bunyi). so sepanjangggggg panjangg cerita tulah kan ade adegan kene rogol. ianya sangat menggelikan dan meloyakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can accept other movies or dramas from other countries because i dont know the real situation. whether or not those scenes from the movies are really happening in their community or vice versa. but when it comes to our own malay movies. well that kinda make me feel weird though. i'm not saying i despise malay movies or whatever. but the way they make the films that annoyed me much. aku boleh je terima cerita melayu yang lawak lawak tu. sebab diorang ok. tak meminta simpati belebih lebih. but not those sappy, heart rending malay dramas. eh come on la jangan asyik bertema sedih menangis berlagu pilu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe it's just me that cant tolerate sad genred dramas. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;hah keluar dah semuka surat post tentang benda yang tak perlu pun untuk dibaca. semua kerana drama melayu yang sedih itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: seriusly. its not like i dont watch any malay dramas. i even watched bella, dalam hati ada cinta 1 &amp; II, SALINA, spa Q, ape2 la lagi yang ako mustafa dengan eja tu belakon. kalau movie pulak afdlin shauki belakon sedap kan? btw, aku baru perasan something. dian p.ramlee tu tua2 pun masih cantik kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-1951079603582835353?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1951079603582835353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=1951079603582835353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/1951079603582835353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/1951079603582835353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/ni-pun-takyah-baca-buang-masa.html' title='Ni pun takyah baca. Buang masa'/><author><name>Sarina Zulkifli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqHlYR-nzYo/SlmbLN5vjeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aFwTK5prcdY/S220/8591_widescreen_creative_colors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945261692056982936.post-3337696841294920482</id><published>2010-08-27T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:51:34.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning. It's Pretty Negative For a Start</title><content type='html'>yes i'm open again. i'm sorry if some were irritated much with the inconsistency of the blog's appearance. but whatever. after quite a long hiatus, i've been thinking of reopening this site again. so yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's fasting month. but i dont feel like my phase of commiting sins seems like decreasing. instead, is it just at the same old point. no improvement at all. i tried. but no. it doesn't happen. it just dont make me any better. its bad no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. sigh. it all starts at the heart right? no matter how many thousand times your mouth say something but if it doesn't synchronize with what your heart wants, it will not bring any changes yes? see. this is what is happening to me. i'm in the state of denial. STATE OF DENIAL. this can be so tiring you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yes, i'll do fine.'&lt;br /&gt;'yes, i'm going to change.'&lt;br /&gt;'no this is sinful, so stop doing' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadda yadda. the long list goes on and onnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nope. the heart says the other way round. and it's always the heart that wins everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is sick. i wish i could be somewhere i can be me. i mean; the real me. i dont know. i just dont know when all these dramas will stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i have a boyfriend. i mean a friend he's a boy. one gay friend. yes. just this like few weeks back before when he openly changed his status 'in a relationship with' another boy. and for god sake. that boy is one hell of a good looking boy! actually i am pretty sure about his sexual orientation since we were in the same secondary school. and when he changed his status i went all dropped jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i would like to highlight here is how he has the bravery and courages the whole world has. damn man damn. i'm jealoussssssss you cant imagine how high is my jealousy parameter has reach the highest point right now T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could he be that determine? i envy you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945261692056982936-3337696841294920482?l=boredtimestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3337696841294920482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2945261692056982936&amp;postID=3337696841294920482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/3337696841294920482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945261692056982936/posts/default/3337696841294920482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredtimestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/warning-its-pretty-negative-for-start.html' title='Warning. 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