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      <title>work in progress...</title>
      <link>http://chlygetbusy.blogdrive.com/archive/44.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 17:13:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Will update soon.

I promise.

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      <title>So I've decided to blog again...</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 12:43:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Riding the Bus with Intan: Part I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I woke up early for once today. Well, earlier that I usually do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My bus came along and one ringgit in my hand I entered the bus. Only to be asked out again. Apparantly the ticket machine was broken so he couldn't issue any ticket. He asked me to wait for the next bus. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stupidly obliged. Eventhough I wouldn't have mind not getting the wholedaypass ticket. As the bus went away, a lady who just got out handed me her ticket. for. f.r.e.e.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Riding the bus with Intan: Part II&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;And so I waited for another half an hour. In that period of time, a mother came along with her cute little baby. Tagging along was the husband.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The baby was so adorable with the two bottom teeth being the only teeth he has. &lt;font style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;and with those two little teeth he smiled at me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My bus came along and the baby was passed to the father and I already had a ticket so I went in and sat down. The father had nothing smaller than an RM10 note and the bus driver had no change. &lt;br&gt;Wife had no change either.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I *being the good samaritan* opened my wallet to see if I had a change for 10. I had 3 one ringgit note and some 10s and 50s. So, no, I had no change.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The man was close to stepping out of the bus when the indon lady next to me said that she'll give him one ringgit. &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;Now why didn't I think about that.&lt;br&gt;-_-' am ashamed.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fchlygetbusy.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F43.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>i hate working in group</title>
      <link>http://chlygetbusy.blogdrive.com/archive/42.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 12:49:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;because&amp;nbsp;I hate feeling incompetent.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I hate the feeling of not satisfying other people's expectations.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;of letting them down.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I hate the risk of being to blame for&amp;nbsp;a certain failure by so many other people.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I hate that people might think I'm not pulling my own weight...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;but I can't help it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I have a certain way of working. I have a certain time of working. I procrastinate, yes. But when I'm on my own... the only person I can disappoint is myself. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fchlygetbusy.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F42.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>...</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 09:24:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;Is it just me or lately you haven't been calling me as much?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Crap...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I used to hate having a lot to do and then having you call me up just to chat awhile.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I know you're busy but you have me so used to you calling me a few times a day. N&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Now, sometimes a whole day goes by before we both realised that we haven't called or texted each other... and somehow it seemed okay.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I don't want to be okay with it.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;:/&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;*Right now. I am kinda feeling sick*&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fchlygetbusy.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F41.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>tekateki</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 15:53:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&quot;What kind of tiles you wouldn't want to see in a bathroom?&quot;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;And then there I go, &quot;Well, depends on the kind of tiles and also the overall look and style I'm going for. And bladdy bla bla bla&quot;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&quot;Er... the answer is a repTILE.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;FAIL!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;*call me up randomly with a lame but oh-so-super-cute teka teki. i love it.*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fchlygetbusy.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F40.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>just another silly game we play...</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 16:11:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&quot;Happy Anniversary, sayang!&quot; said me.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh, no!&quot; said he.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;:D &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Haha, it's just another silly game we play.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Because we don't really celebrate monthly anniversary but now we make a silly competition on who would remember and wish first. So far I've won 3 or 4 months already.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;And every month he'll be like, &quot;Takpe, takpe. Next month confirm I ingat.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;What is it with guys and their memory? :)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fchlygetbusy.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F39.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>sorry naddy</title>
      <link>http://chlygetbusy.blogdrive.com/archive/38.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 10:47:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;went out with my sister instead &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;but but but it was because she's been working so hard lately and we haven't gone out for awhile. i know i can count on you not being pissed on me for yet another raincheck. love u babe. we'll have our day soon.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;watched ironman. at first i was soooooo not attracted to watch it. (ughhh..&amp;nbsp; i thought ghostrider was gonna be the last marvelcomicturnedmovie i'd ever watch) but all the hype about it. all the people going that it was soooo awesome and whatnot.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;so there i was.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;and i was...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;seriously bored.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;woops :D just not my kind of movie, i guess. though i have to admit robert downey jr. and gywneth paltrow did a good job. dislike the name pepper potts though. i mean, seriously pepper potts? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fchlygetbusy.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F38.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>revisiting my old self</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 21:55:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;what better way than with an old friend?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;:) the one i know we still have to fight for a turn to talk. haha.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;went out with nurul that day. quite recently but im pretty certain it wasn't yesterday &lt;FONT size=7&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;supposed to watch&amp;nbsp; a movie but there was a long line and we both knew that we both wanted to talk.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;was tempted to buy this &lt;FONT color=#00cccc&gt;co&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcc00&gt;lo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;urf&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663366&gt;ul&lt;/FONT&gt; bag. i want it&amp;nbsp;i want it i want it. but i didn't buy it... even though it's such a steal at rm30! &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;went to &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;sumai-ya&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; cause she had a coupon. and it was gewwwwd. sushi like i've never tasted it before. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;then we went to uptown. and we both bought the exact same tee but different colour (nurul with her usual &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;black&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, and me with my recently discovered obsession for &lt;FONT style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000&quot; color=#ffffff size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;white&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;) &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;the shirt has colourful letters on them that read &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;GR&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;AVITY&lt;/FONT&gt; IS &lt;FONT color=#66ffff&gt;NOT&lt;/FONT&gt; REGPONSIBLE FOR &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/FONT&gt; FALLING IN &lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;LOVE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;exactly like that. even the typo. and my bad, i recognised the typo only when i was at home.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;p.s; and tomorrow we shall see my Naddy! scratch that. it's today. *disoriented, haven't slept :(*&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;p.p.s; the bag would have went so well with the shirt.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;p.p.s; there was this other shirt too. should have bought it. it read &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I'm lost. Take me home with you?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/350320/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fchlygetbusy.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F37.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>love</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 21:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;just finished watching &lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;DAN IN REAL LIFE.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;didn't want it to end &lt;FONT size=7&gt;:'(&lt;/FONT&gt; it was so lovely! &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;and i think i so have a thing for guys with guitar yet again. but not the same type of guys. back when i was younger i was in that phase where i adored guys who were in botb (haha i went to like one or two botb je kut :p) u know the type...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;now i like em dorky&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999999&gt;&lt;EM&gt;e.g. will ferrell in stranger than fiction (ahhh.. like sufi said, never thought u could cair to will ferrell), gerard butler in p.s. i love you (not so dorky, but yeah i so love the fight scene they had) and of course the most recent steve carell in dan in real life... (gagagagaga cair)&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;the girl is amazing btw. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;the movie was painful in the beginning. i hated that they were so in love with each other but couldn't do anything about it. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i think i went through that before. but i wouldn't call it love. but something that comes &lt;FONT color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;pretty close&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; :) mutual attraction, perhaps. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;probably going through it again. probably not. u really shouldn't have say that you have no one, you know.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;anyways, the thing about watching a romantic movie is that.... &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;well, let's just say we should really pity Nazim.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;hehehehehehehe. cause &lt;STRONG&gt;silly ol me&lt;/STRONG&gt; would suddenly start expecting him to serenade me with a guitar in hand (he somehow miraculously learned how to play the guitar) and sing to me... or that suddenly we have this all romantic scriptlike conversations that can make me &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;oh-so-cair.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;and then i end up scolding him for something that he didn't even know he had to do.&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; i am&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff0000 size=5&gt;evil&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;and then when i remind myself that i yet again am acting &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000 size=5&gt;evil&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, i think back of all the moments i had with him. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;like the time when we were &quot;studying&quot; and he asked me whether i was cold and wanted his jacket... and there he goes, going up all the way to the 3rd floor to get me his jacket. :) of which he sprayed an excessive amout of perfume on. but it was good, cause i get to keep the jacket for a while and it's nice to have his smell around. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;or like the time when i was dead broke. and there was a fair or something. and there was a diary that i wanted (so unnecessary but oh so pretty but still no money). and all the way back home, he kept asking me whether i wanted it, that he would loan me money all we needed was to turn around. i kept saying no (though i desperately wanted to say yes) and then he said, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&quot;well, i guess i have to throw this away then&quot;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;or the time that i was feeling insecure that i gained weight. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;my jeans are getting tighter.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it's the jeans that have shrunk.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;these jeans are stinky. i haven't washed them for awhile.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;maybe they're tight because they're stinky?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;really doesn't make sense, but yeah appreciate the effort.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;ur the silliest person i know and sooooo not what i had in mind. but im so glad i have you.&lt;/P&gt;
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      <title>pak cik!</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 14:43:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;i called a lot of random people pak cik before and got various responses (ie. merajoking and what not) but this by far is my favourite.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;i love you pak cik! ......................................^_^&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;i love you too auntie.&lt;/EM&gt; .................................T_T&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;you know how they say that when you're a teenager you're in an awkward stage. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;because you're still trying to find yourself and some other shit like that.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;well, im gonna be 20 and i still have no idea who i am.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i look back at when i was 17. and i kinda miss that.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i was writing. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;poetry. i was my english teacher's pet XD. she used to love reading my essays. i blogged daily despite nobody reading. hehe. but i loveeeee to read back all my archives every now and then.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;wonder what happened to me.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i didn't even realise when i was beggining to be so disconnected from the world.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;sometimes i type long ass text messages saying everything i was feeling and instead of pressing send. i delete the message.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;sometimes i feel like calling someone up and pour my heart out. i dial the number. and if the person picks up before i even got to put down the phone, then we go and talk about something else completely.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i write blog posts. and delete them *wonder whether this one will make it through.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;im horrible at expressing myself in front of people. please oh please. don't tell me even through writing or phone calling that i can't make it?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;will.explode.soon.&lt;/P&gt;
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