<?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-5251542196976119908</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:18:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black bras.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-9204900849208658450</id><published>2008-08-07T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:55:22.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste of the recipe.</title><content type='html'>i ws wondering if i should post a banana milk shake recipe yesterday, bt ohwell i dcded to post it tonight, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it goes:&lt;br /&gt;PER SERVING.&lt;br /&gt;hlf packet of Marigold pure milk.&lt;br /&gt;hlf glass of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;two slices of a big banana.&lt;br /&gt;a tablespoon of suger.&lt;br /&gt;and blend it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it tastes vry good!&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;/bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-9204900849208658450?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/9204900849208658450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=9204900849208658450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/9204900849208658450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/9204900849208658450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/08/taste-of-recipe.html' title='a taste of the recipe.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-2844997691455739421</id><published>2008-08-06T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:04:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jet taking ass.</title><content type='html'>oh yeh did i forgot to mention that i don't go to gym? if so, then i will say: i do not go to gym.&lt;br /&gt;today was sooo rad. Mathematics is being a pain as always, although it isn't the type of Maths we know of, this is simple, but the teacher is being so dead on the mic. so dead that i need to have my MSN, and a buddy by my side to keep me awake. ohwell we (the class) dreaded till 3.30pm, just half an hour before ending the lesson. stayed till 4pm nonetheless. and we planned for a date with the school's gym. :)&lt;br /&gt;totally rad, lah. whn i told my sis the night before she gve this look that tells : 'wth". as if i started a drug store or something. wth i jst go n gt my stuffs, realized there were no gym shorts. so i jst took any other short that is reasonably short? does that make sense? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe it I was being the most rad looking person, NC was ok, lah. she said she have been gg to gym. so tt makes me and, Liu being strangers to the gym. practically i went off at 4.45pm bcs it's ubber boring. trust me, if youre not planning for a python's arm or a pack of abs, pls avoid the gym, it's boring. totally. if so, suits you then. but i played around the abs machine, lah. idk why they call it the 'doggy" machine. totally link-less mayn. and the floormats.... EEEEUUUUUWWWRGGGGG!!! it's disgusting, very. i shan't talk about it anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a brunette by choice, so i thought of highlighting my hair asap.&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty desperate about it at first, but i realized i'd be very cheapskate to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;and one more, i want to have nose studs to.&lt;br /&gt;re-make-over.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll not be catchy, like today. shorts and t-shirt gives an impression i wasn't wearing anything below. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 'nuff of my wordy bloggies.&lt;br /&gt;will fill up soon,&lt;br /&gt;/bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-2844997691455739421?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/2844997691455739421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=2844997691455739421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/2844997691455739421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/2844997691455739421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/08/jet-taking-ass.html' title='jet taking ass.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-4956946769079849257</id><published>2008-07-20T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:11:14.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the genes.</title><content type='html'>ohwells after about 'donkey" years with my family, i realised we have alot of things in common. things like........we do daily. things like........household manners n yada yada. so here is the list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.) we always like to stone in our respective bedrooms, like now, i bet my savings tt NO-ONE is in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) we don't return missed calls like after a month or two later. like when i have a miss call, i'll return it abt 2 weeks or latest in a mth later. so it's prtty f-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) me and siblings ignore the ringtone of our house phone. and mummy and daddy will be like 'did anyone called?" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) we ALL hve the habits of biting fingernails. trust me. i'm quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) we are always random, ALWAYS. daddy will like come out of the balcony and ask 'is there any matches on the tv?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) my siblings LOVE to disturb one another asses out. i've my blankets robbed whn i shre a room wth my ynger sis. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) we always cut short in our clothing at home, as if we're Africans?! wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) we don't/hate/fcking hate pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) everyone's a shoppaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) we all love small kids, even my ynger bro, he wnts a gf at ths age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank Almighty (God) for giving me sucha wonderful family. eh? yeah right. we'll cut the bad habits soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-4956946769079849257?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/4956946769079849257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=4956946769079849257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/4956946769079849257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/4956946769079849257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/07/genes.html' title='the genes.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-8411909079938663947</id><published>2008-07-14T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:05:33.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wished it never happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-8411909079938663947?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/8411909079938663947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=8411909079938663947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/8411909079938663947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/8411909079938663947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wished-it-never-happened.html' title='i wished it never happened...'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-4937919782141371990</id><published>2008-07-11T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:14:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some hot b*tch.</title><content type='html'>never mind that! yesterday was a painful night for me. i listened to Flo Rida's 'Get Low" befre gg to bed. and that song really got to my head and played mind games. i never REALLY liked the song but for some reason ive been uttering the chorus' lyrics and TRYING so hard to say it. and especially when youve and insomnia, you can't sleep until you get things your way. so i went : 'apple-bottomed jeans... furrr...." just couldnt seem to gt the other words into my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to move in my own room these days. it's like a phobia because my room looks so messed-up and i have glass showcases ALL OVER. so if one toppled, others follow it, like a DOMINO everything will fall you know. so i'm trying to watch my steps. like even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mild soft porn &lt;/span&gt;is ok. WHTEHELL!!&lt;br /&gt;ok. /bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-4937919782141371990?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/4937919782141371990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=4937919782141371990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/4937919782141371990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/4937919782141371990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-hot-btch.html' title='some hot b*tch.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-2724692731098284050</id><published>2008-07-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:12:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops.</title><content type='html'>for some reason i get alot of eyes whn i tie a ponytail on my back. thre was ths weeeird looking MAN in the train kept on looking, looking and LOOKING at me as if i wasnt aware of his actions. ahh cldnt care less. atleast he tld me in my mind tht my hair suck. went to City Hall's rest room and re-do my hair-do. gahh that spoilt my mood suddenly. i felt i ws hving a shrtage of clthng in my wardrobe, n snce sch is gg to START fr me, i thnk i bettr be shpping prtty WELL. and thank you mummy i'm still alive financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my mother, shes annoying, REALLY annoying. she would ask the most silly-est questions you cn ever think of like when i'm watching channel 5 she wld go on and say : ' Hey are you wtching channel 5? " or when i'm eating she wld just come and ask ' Eh are you eating now? "&lt;br /&gt;ARGHUHUFH! wht cld i say? mummy being so mother. i would never ever in my widest drm do to my child lke these way. i wld lke to teach him/her French. :) anyway i think ive been used by some people ard me fr granted. i felt it today or whner ncssry. idk why i'm thnking thse way. ohwells i'm having Pizza 'again". so toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-2724692731098284050?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/2724692731098284050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=2724692731098284050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/2724692731098284050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/2724692731098284050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoops.html' title='whoops.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-3187188404870264295</id><published>2008-07-06T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T02:02:56.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asshole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, never called Will Smith an asshole frm the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hancock". &lt;/span&gt;i watched it today and it was prtty intresting yer. the main twist in the plot was i think having the 'Supergirl" with him. and the ending was VERY touching ok. it is so true that one is made for another. and no force could separate them. othr than those, the comedies are funny. so ticklish! i recommend for you ppl to wtch it! 3.5/5 stars!! hahaha ok i will stop the review here before you curse me for spoiling the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i got to rest now, i'm hungy ARGGHHURFGH! gona hve either pancakes or waffles. choose for me can? duh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;/bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-3187188404870264295?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/3187188404870264295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=3187188404870264295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/3187188404870264295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/3187188404870264295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/07/asshole.html' title='asshole.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-7775141093743376232</id><published>2008-07-05T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:29:31.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun-friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh221/Fisahhh/2435319323_1c7b7eed77.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i want to make this short. i'm tired as hell but somehow i can't sleep. pfft! Fisah sure needs sleeping pills soon. what i did was i went out to shop for my garments (don't ask what) and watched the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Wanted" &lt;/span&gt;for the third time actually with my dearest friend Zana. it's been ages since i saw her and the woman get hotter and much more beautiful whenever we met. i wasn't concerntrating on the movie when i was literally telling Zana the whole idea of the movie and we joked about the 'banging"/'sex"/'sleepover" or whtever it is scene. which led us talking about the madness of child's pornography. i know we are sick sometimes. Zana's going to Cambrigde the next month to study her degrees there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Dear Zana, i will always miss you. pls do take care." &lt;/span&gt;shes hving a catering service and a party in ECP on the 22nd of July. so those who know her plsssss come down and show love! for today we really hung out and played pool when i realised my skirt was lifting when i played. hahaha. funny bitch news. i got home at 12.30am via taxi and Zana took the NR5 to Yishun. planned to called someone. but i hold back. idk why. i'm putting myself to some unnecessary tests and i wish i could know why. i'm off for now. don't say i don't blog. bcs i just did. love. /bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-7775141093743376232?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/7775141093743376232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=7775141093743376232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/7775141093743376232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/7775141093743376232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-friday.html' title='fun-friday.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-5010673728338804357</id><published>2008-07-03T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:23:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another skin change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i changed my skin once again. this time it is soo much simple than the previous ones i had. never took long except for linking my people in my page. so what do i have for tonight's? i dont know, really. so i went to The Hereen today to get my Brazilian Praias. this time was my 5th Praia i had. for those who are confused what delicacy i'm talking about, it's just some flip-flops with the Brazil flag on the strap. so i bought the white one. black one was too big for me. they only have size 9+. so i chose white. and i realise i got a small feet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh221/Fisahhh/128073093.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for the whining. lets end here for today.&lt;br /&gt;Hancock on Saturday. :)&lt;br /&gt;hving a blast-full weekend, i hope uh.&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top 10.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef over mutton?&lt;br /&gt;yes pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick balls before?&lt;br /&gt;yeh. only soccr balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware of the paparazzi hits?&lt;br /&gt;no. nt into it unless Britney steps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long could you shake your butt?&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you want to have if you're granted with ONLY one wish?&lt;br /&gt;pair of wings. it wld mke me an angel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fart discretely?&lt;br /&gt;uhm yeh. it dnt stink. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched YouTube?&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drummer or a guitarist?&lt;br /&gt;drummer. they're sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last text message?&lt;br /&gt;'goodnight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah! tt dude frm tagged. piss me off tnght. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-5010673728338804357?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/5010673728338804357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=5010673728338804357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/5010673728338804357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/5010673728338804357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-skin-change.html' title='another skin change.'/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-254380334386380333</id><published>2008-06-16T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:23:27.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Fact about the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;i was still snd asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing someone bought you?&lt;br /&gt;heineken. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed someone whos name starts with an "A" ?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on moving in the next year?&lt;br /&gt;move? move wht?&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;What were you doing at 11:30pm last night?&lt;br /&gt;shwered &amp;amp; wtched ftball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;eat.shop.drink.pool.laughd.chat.wtched tv.eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took your profile picture?&lt;br /&gt;my lvely sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last persons bed you slept in?&lt;br /&gt;haha.othr thn mine it is mr.spshal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;me.in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you freaked out on?&lt;br /&gt;didi.he dyed his hair whte.eew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you say when you are mad?&lt;br /&gt;fuck.suck.shit.hly shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you delete people off of myspace?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&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;Whats your favorite soda?&lt;br /&gt;ice crm soda (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;br /&gt;fuck no!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried at all today?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;haha.i tckle ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;im kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many red lights have you ran?&lt;br /&gt;i dont drve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be driving in a year?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&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;Have you made a mistake this past week?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with the same name as you?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you really laughed?&lt;br /&gt;3 hrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use an alarm clock?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your dads name?&lt;br /&gt;not fr you to knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a social or antisocial person?&lt;br /&gt;dpnds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to disappoint you?&lt;br /&gt;mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people?&lt;br /&gt;yes no yes yes no no yes?&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;Does anyone call you babe?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular Cheetos or hot?&lt;br /&gt;no tnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;its beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of spiders?&lt;br /&gt;yes i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you pregnant? Or are you going to be a daddy?&lt;br /&gt;uhm no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for you to take a shower?&lt;br /&gt;45 mins.&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-254380334386380333?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/254380334386380333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=254380334386380333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/254380334386380333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/254380334386380333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/06/fact-about-person-you-like-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251542196976119908.post-6467732788331233130</id><published>2008-06-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:23:47.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;so i change the layout of my blog. show some love ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*MUCHOS* and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ok so i went to my friend's Bdy outing a day ago, Karren said we are going to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexed&lt;/span&gt; up. but ended up me bitching my way home. mum called and DEMANDed me to get home real soon and follow her to the hospital to visit my sickly sis. ok people,isn't it unfair? i could go AFTER my time and maybe the next day. ok i was being the super kind and went home. and founded out she left without me. so i was kind enough to apologise and at the same time to joke with my mum the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she wear red heels and carries a Prada. so tell her i wrote this down in my blog. hahaha. ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/end.kthnxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh221/Fisahhh/l_18aae785720df0787e7429bbb34d8083.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh221/Fisahhh/l_18aae785720df0787e7429bbb34d80831.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh221/Fisahhh/l_18aae785720df0787e7429bbb34d80832.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251542196976119908-6467732788331233130?l=fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/feeds/6467732788331233130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251542196976119908&amp;postID=6467732788331233130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/6467732788331233130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251542196976119908/posts/default/6467732788331233130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fisahmystoriestold.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-change-layout-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927199569745768173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y64YF8S_Jy0/SG8evFlwtMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hXjm5jrIr_c/S220/hbnj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
