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  <title>you are like a melody in my head</title>
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  <updated>2009-10-31T17:38:09Z</updated>
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    <title>saturday</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T17:38:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T17:38:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and so i received a call from R this morning at 11.45am&lt;br /&gt;he called to say he was around my area, and thought of having lunch. &lt;br /&gt;i told him i haven't showered. haha!&lt;br /&gt;he said he gives me 15 minutes to get ready, and will meet me up front. &lt;br /&gt;i surprised myself by showering within 10 minutes (i normally take 15-20 minutes) and got ready within 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, he and i met. &lt;br /&gt;had lunch at Macs, 'cause the hawker center was jammed packed. &lt;br /&gt;we catch up on stuffs, and got excited peeling the lucky draw stickers, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Image054.jpg" style="width: 267px; height: 200px;" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, we could have won an iPOD touch and AirAsia (or was it JetStar) $400 worth tickets to god-knows-where (i forgot, too), but we were unlucky, unfortunately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i met up with A for coffee 3 hours later. &lt;br /&gt;boy, i missed him. &lt;br /&gt;he said i've grown taller. haha! silly boy, always a charmer. :)&lt;br /&gt;we had coffee, and catch up on stuffs, then promised to meet-up again when both are free. &lt;br /&gt;gosh, i miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" width="200" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Image057.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Sufi JJ?! that's what you put me in your contacts?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;go ahead and change it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;and so i did. i even took a picture of myself. (okay, he took it for me since i'm bad at positioning the camera)&lt;br /&gt;i pout at first, then i changed my mind, i decided to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;no no!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;i like the first one!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;i rolled my eyes, laughed, then pout for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;that's better!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;when he added my picture to my contact, he spotted the change,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;just Sufi?! i was expecting Sexy Sufi or something.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;no way! i am not so full of myself, ya know!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so my saturday was spent with 2 of my favourite boys. &lt;br /&gt;thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i see you again, A and R. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>thinking</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T14:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T14:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know what i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; :&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; i should stop thinking. &lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;thinking is &lt;em&gt;tiring&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;and i am &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; of all the thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:99495</id>
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    <title>it's Saturday.. now Sunday</title>
    <published>2009-10-24T19:08:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-24T19:10:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>christina aguilera - at last</lj:music>
    <content type="html">time check :&amp;nbsp;2.35am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept too early and woke up at noon.&lt;br /&gt;followed mummy to aunty haniffa's house for free bruch.&lt;br /&gt;then met up with tash and nana for our now-routine saturdays meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i finally brought molly, and molly took some nice shots :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02478.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nana was over at tash's place before i arrived. she had to do a photoshoot for her NIE&amp;nbsp;project, so she asked tash to be her model. here, she is asking tash how to crop the picture which she took. tash, being the adobe PRO, gave her the step-by-step explainations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" width="200" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img width="200" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02484.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;while nana was busy figuring out to crop the picture and liqufying tash's figure, we busied ourselves by snapping some pictures. accessories courtesy Nur Hasanna Kamsan aka nana. that girl has assortment of hats, clips and headbands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="200" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02486.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tash has a tendency to position Molly at the chest area every time we pose. today's cleavage shot is mine; and i'm surprised that i even have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one!&amp;nbsp;haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="143" width="190" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02488.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img height="143" width="190" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02489.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img height="143" width="190" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02490.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, tash will take pictures of herself, and molly will be flooded with her face. since nana is busy, and still cropping, liqufying and editing tash's pciture, tash seems to be enjoying herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="200" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;TAKE&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;PICTURE!&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insist. and tash did. well, molly needs to have a solo shot of me, since it is afterall my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img width="300" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02510.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally, nana finished or i think she gave-up editing, and decided to join us for a group shot. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;why does sufi gets to be in the middle?!&amp;quot; both complained&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;because i'm always on the side!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;hmph!&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;tash and i went for an impulsed manicure. &lt;br /&gt;hers is dark maroon, mine a barbie pink.&lt;br /&gt;the manicurist wanted to cheat our money by making us sign-up for a package. &lt;br /&gt;i sweetly and bitchly told her NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check :&amp;nbsp;3:05 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="400" alt="" src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:99185</id>
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    <title>where am i?</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T16:51:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T16:51:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the past 2 weeks has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;i was working throughout the weekend, and my phone has been ringing off the hook. &lt;br /&gt;i silently cursed, swore and threatened to kill my korean client who is literally a BLUR FUCK, who makes my patience and tolerance level run low. &lt;br /&gt;i surprised myself by raising my voice at him countless times trying to explain the same damn thing over and over again till it finally register in his head. &lt;br /&gt;i am sleep deprived and my eye bags are getting darker. &lt;br /&gt;i think i've lost a little bit of weight because i've only been having 2 meals a day instead of 3. maybe, i am just delusional. &lt;br /&gt;thankfully, work has been busy that it keeps my mind off things which it's best not to think about. &lt;br /&gt;did i mention i am tired?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to start penning my appointments with my friends because right now, i am trying to remember who i've made plan with last week. &lt;br /&gt;was it Xanthe on Friday, then Tash and Nana on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;breakfast or dinner with Sery on Sunday?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;or did i confirm or tentatively block Xanthe's time for dinner on Friday?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;i need to start making calls to make myself sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i'm off to do my venue spreadsheet.&lt;br /&gt;another night, burning the midnight oil. &lt;br /&gt;another night, listening to my grandpa's farting symphony. (seriously, this old man can win a farting competition because he farts every 10-15 minutes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love &amp;quot;You've Got Mail&amp;quot;?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;i can watch it thousands of times and won't get bored watching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;i wanted it to be you; i wanted it to be you so badly.&amp;quot; - Kathleen aka Shopgirl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night, readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>please, STOP!</title>
    <published>2009-10-16T17:48:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-16T17:48:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why does it always happens to me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do to deserve it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;first they make me foolishly happy.&lt;br /&gt;then they will leave quietly and subtly, and make me ask myself countless times, &amp;quot;what did i do?&amp;nbsp;what did i say?&amp;nbsp;what happened?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;is it me?&amp;nbsp;or is it them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just fated to go through this cycle over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, i want it to stop. &lt;br /&gt;i am tired of going through the same cycle though i try to avoid it. &lt;br /&gt;why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;why does it always happens to me?&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:98073</id>
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    <title>glee</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T11:00:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T11:00:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rachel to Finn :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;You like me, but you don't have the guts to say it!&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, i wish i have her guts to say the exact same line to someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>GLEE</title>
    <published>2009-09-28T14:39:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-28T14:39:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beyonce - Single Ladies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was laughing out so loud, grandpa had to tell me to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUT&amp;nbsp;UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="82" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:97088</id>
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    <title>Saturday in Orchard</title>
    <published>2009-09-27T15:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-27T15:14:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is what i did yesterday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING TO CUT MY HAIR!&lt;/strong&gt; i told myself.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked Tash and Nana whether either of them would like to accompany me for my haircut, none could make it. pfft!&lt;br /&gt;i went alone.&lt;br /&gt;i made an appointment at 4pm, received a call at 3:45pm from the salon and the person said, &amp;quot;See you at 4pm!&amp;quot; i said ok. &lt;br /&gt;when i reached at 4pm on the dot, the salon was packed and that guy said, &amp;quot;Eh! i thought i said 5pm?&amp;quot; i said, NO! you said 4pm! &amp;quot;NO&amp;nbsp;NO! i said 5pm.&amp;quot; normally i would be pissed, but i don't know why at that very moment, i smiled and said, OKAY! 5pm it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my 'shopping' experience in Orchard Road - alone :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i made my way to Wisma, with no hidden agenda and decided to walk aimlessly to any shop any buy something. and i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first stop was Dorothy Perkins &lt;/strong&gt;: i decided to buy a pair of black jeans. their BLACK&amp;nbsp;jeans looks like faded navy blue and i had to confirm with the staff, is this BLACK? and she gave me the are-you-blind look and smile &amp;quot;Yes it's black.&amp;quot; OOOKAY! but i swear it doesn't look BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;i tried it on anyway. i was still no convinced it is BLACK and spend about 10minutes in the fitting room doing a 360degree of cross-examining the jeans before i decided to buy it. &lt;br /&gt;but i didn't! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second stop was Miss Selfridge&lt;/strong&gt; :&amp;nbsp;i saw plenty of pretty dresses which i would want to buy if the prices are not too expensive. then i saw a BLACK (yes! really BLACK) jeans. it's about $10 more than Dorothy but the designs on the pocket were plain and the cut was skinny; not worth it, i told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third stop was GAP&lt;/strong&gt; :&amp;nbsp;i love the GAP&amp;nbsp;jeans but it's not black. there were BLACK jeans but... well, i didn't buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forth stop was Cotton On&lt;/strong&gt; :&amp;nbsp;they were having 50% SALE&amp;nbsp;on selected items and i thought i might find something i like but the store was too cramped and messy i decided to pass BUT&amp;nbsp;i did saw black jeans :) unfortunately, they didn't have my size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifth stop was Cotton On BODY&lt;/strong&gt; :&amp;nbsp;i always wanted to own a white bra because white bra seems so virginal (is there such word?). i saw they were selling white bra but i was too lazy to take off my shirt and bra to try it on. i did saw a few bras which i made a mental note to buy it next time. &lt;br /&gt;the undies were pretty and i almost bought it but i stop myself. WHY? no way i am buying undies when i know SOMEONE would end up sharing it. pffft!&lt;br /&gt;i think someone should invent an undie siren :&amp;nbsp;specially made for people who loves using other people's undies : a LOUD&amp;nbsp;alarm will go off if the undies don't belong to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sixth stop was schu&lt;/strong&gt; : the sign shows &amp;quot;10% for first pair, 20% for 2 pairs and 30% for 3 pairs&amp;quot;. since i had no intention to buy any pair of shoes, i walked into the shop just to pass time. BUT! suddenly, a pair of sandal was calling out for me, &amp;quot;TAKE&amp;nbsp;ME&amp;nbsp;HOME!!!&amp;quot; bloody hell, i ended up trying it on, fell in love with it, and bought it. &lt;br /&gt;and then there goes my $44.90. &lt;br /&gt;it was selling at $49.90 for a pair of sandals which i think it it is overpriced, and it would be a daylight robbery if anyone would want to buy that sandal. &lt;br /&gt;despite it all, i still bought it. WHY?&amp;nbsp;because it looks pretty on me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any by the time i finished shopping, it was time for my appointment :)&lt;br /&gt;so i reached the salon 10mins late, and it was still packed!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You go and walk walk lah!&amp;quot; my long-time hairdresser May said. OOKAY!!! i said. &lt;br /&gt;and i did... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last stop was i-don't-know-the-shop-name&lt;/strong&gt; : as i was walking aimlessly just to pass time, i saw a very pretty acid-washed blue top hanging at the store front. i stopped, asked for the price and put it back. it was $29 which i think was too expensive for a simple top. then, as i was browsing through the rack, i saw a simply nice black blazer with pretty satin lining. the shop owner said, &amp;quot;Try it on!&amp;quot; and so i did. &amp;quot;Looks very pretty on you!&amp;quot; i was like DUH! bet you said it to everyone. i smiled and told her, my very mampat arms looks like stuffed sausage with this blazer. of course she didn't get it. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;then i tried on a cropped jacket which has a similar cutting as my first cropped jacket. it's pretty, cause it is a soft denim material with nice trimmings, plus it's black! BUT! it's expensive. &lt;br /&gt;at last, i bought another cropped jacket which i don't know when i will wear it. it's $36, which i think it's reasonable for a jacket, yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, my saturday was spent alone in Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;i spent a total of $105.90 (this includes my haircut)!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;i cannot shop alone. &lt;br /&gt;i will end up throwing my money on things which i buy impulsively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes!&lt;br /&gt;i think i wrote too much for tonight. &lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekdays readers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my cousin, Azim, has grown up to be a very good-looking young man, and the mamat at Inspirasi Stall at Bedok Interchange is VERY HANDSOME!!!! rajin anak bapak tolong bapak jual mee soto on a Saturday.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>nick cannon and everything else...</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T15:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T15:47:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">don't you just love him?&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;i love him the minute i saw him in Drumline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="ljembed"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="80" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;edited&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while you-tubing, i found this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="81" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my obsession with so you think you can dance never dies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:96267</id>
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    <title>hari raya not so mulia</title>
    <published>2009-09-21T15:48:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-21T15:48:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and so hari raya wasn't as festive as the previous years because :&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't get a lot of green packets this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i HAVE to give green packet this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my bank is left with $7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;it's depressing that now i'm working and my relatives are not giving green packets. &lt;br /&gt;why can't the malays pratice the chinese custom :&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NOT MARRIED, STILL CAN RECEIVE ANG POW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unfair!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;good night!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/02-1.jpg" style="width: 881px; height: 405px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:95991</id>
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    <title>age-pea over</title>
    <published>2009-09-16T10:07:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-16T10:07:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's finally O-V-E-R!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next : closing of files.&lt;br /&gt;urgh!&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to close files.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:95630</id>
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    <title>age-pea</title>
    <published>2009-09-14T16:13:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-14T16:13:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cannot wait for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, 16th September.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:95293</id>
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    <title>untitled again</title>
    <published>2009-09-13T16:16:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-13T16:16:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am suppose to be compiling my event manual for tomorrow's print-out but i am distracted. &lt;br /&gt;it's 12midnight and instead of panicking, i am feel rather relax.&lt;br /&gt;anxiety has not hit me. yet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&amp;nbsp;LAH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&amp;nbsp;am i doing?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the event is on Tuesday, and here i am feeling complacent whereas my poor colleague, W is stressing out. &lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:95049</id>
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    <title>IF ONLY..</title>
    <published>2009-09-13T14:50:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-13T14:50:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there were times i asked myself, why did i get myself into this shit.&lt;br /&gt;i made a rash decision to accept the job offer and not thinking twice what i'm going to do with my life after my internship. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i did thought about what i want to do, but it has to put on hold. &lt;br /&gt;one :&amp;nbsp; my mum cannot afford to keep paying for my school fees.&lt;br /&gt;two :&amp;nbsp;my father is not co-operating. period.&lt;br /&gt;three :&amp;nbsp;mum wants me to start being an adult. &lt;strong&gt;BUT I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP. YET!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do want to study. really. &lt;br /&gt;i miss studying. i miss having to get up so early in the morning to go to school. i miss having to rush out assignments. i miss classroom dramas. heck, i miss schooling lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY i have studied HARDER for my O's i would have gone to a good institution and then further my studies. &lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY my family have more money and they would shipped me off to somewhere far away from this island to get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY i have a trust fund which my parents secretly kept from me, and then drop the bomb on my 21st birthday, and i could use that money to GET OUT OF HERE, &lt;br /&gt;yeah, IF ONLY. &lt;br /&gt;i can berangan taik ayam, and know this IF ONLYs will never EVER happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have to start working. &lt;br /&gt;pfft!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:94870</id>
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    <title>ignorant</title>
    <published>2009-09-12T08:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-12T08:31:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i prefer to be ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;because ignorance is bliss. &lt;br /&gt;yet ignorance doesn't seem to be complying</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:94695</id>
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    <title>breaking up</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T17:46:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T17:49:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know what i noticed about break-ups :&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you either grow fat or become thin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:94082</id>
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    <title>F.O.C.U.S</title>
    <published>2009-09-08T14:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T14:36:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am suppose to be focusing on one thing.&lt;br /&gt;and that thing is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUESHEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, my thoughts has been directed to something else.&lt;br /&gt;that something else is&lt;br /&gt;or should i say 'are'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVEJOURNAL, FACEBOOK, FOREVER21 and TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:93735</id>
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    <title>weekends</title>
    <published>2009-09-07T17:35:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-07T17:35:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and so i was introduced to Minds Cafe by Shafiq, Azlina, Farin and Herman. &lt;br /&gt;it was boys against girls.&lt;br /&gt;final score :&amp;nbsp;GIRLS WON!&lt;br /&gt;we played Taboo, a silly game which i forgotten the name and Guess-tures.&lt;br /&gt;though we didn't take much pictures, but let the pictures speak for itself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02290-1.jpg" style="width: 177px; height: 243px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02291.jpg" style="width: 180px; height: 240px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02294.jpg" style="width: 256px; height: 191px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/DSC02296.jpg" style="width: 257px; height: 190px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman cannot act for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq and Azlina are good actor and actress.&lt;br /&gt;Farin and I are good guessers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the night :&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo&lt;br /&gt;Herman to Shafiq :&amp;nbsp;If your cock is not hard what is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq&amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp;FLACCID!&lt;br /&gt;Herman :&amp;nbsp;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to Azlina &amp;amp; Farin :&amp;nbsp;What does Ee Meng has on his face?&lt;br /&gt;Azlina&amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp;Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Farin : OH! (giggling) Kismis!&lt;br /&gt;me :&amp;nbsp;english!&lt;br /&gt;Farin :&amp;nbsp;MOLE!&lt;br /&gt;me :&amp;nbsp;NO!&lt;br /&gt;Farin &amp;amp; Azlina :&amp;nbsp;then? Farin :&amp;nbsp;RAISIN!&lt;br /&gt;me :&amp;nbsp;Correct!&lt;br /&gt;(the whole table burst out laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guesstures &lt;br /&gt;me acting out as a scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;Azlina :&amp;nbsp;Ghost! Dead? Hanging?! &lt;br /&gt;Farin :&amp;nbsp;Ragdoll? i don't know! oh! *whisper* Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;H &amp;amp; S :&amp;nbsp;TIMES&amp;nbsp;UP!&lt;br /&gt;me :&amp;nbsp;Scarecrow!&lt;br /&gt;everyone to Farin&amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp; Jesus Christ?!&lt;br /&gt;(burst into laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: Sunday :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to write in words.&lt;br /&gt;let the picture do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Picture0001-1.jpg" style="width: 159px; height: 119px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Picture0002-1.jpg" style="width: 158px; height: 118px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Picture0004.jpg" style="width: 156px; height: 116px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Picture0007.jpg" style="width: 158px; height: 118px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Picture0012.jpg" style="width: 157px; height: 118px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Picture0013.jpg" style="width: 160px; height: 119px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;we cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;while our mummies were busy preparing the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of the day&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/Picture0006.jpg" style="width: 276px; height: 207px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my famous 'pout'!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;spot my pimple, people. &lt;br /&gt;heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:93494</id>
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    <title>incubus</title>
    <published>2009-09-07T05:43:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-07T05:43:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would i be out of line if i say, &amp;quot;i miss you?&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:92791</id>
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    <title>make any sense?</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T17:25:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T17:25:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love is blind&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beauty is in the eye of the beholder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then why god gives us a pair of eyes to see?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;though some do not have Superman vision, and requires another pair of 'eyes' to assist them, yet, love is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; blind and beauty is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; in the eye of the beholder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i making any sense?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:92514</id>
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    <title>sufiwhoofi @ 2009-09-02T12:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T05:37:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T05:37:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">have you ever experience when you want to write something on your blog but when the 'Post an Entry' page appears in front of you, your scripted blog entry which you write in your head just goes blank?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happens to me all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, when the 'Post an Entry' page appears in front of me, i've decided to write about this. &lt;br /&gt;and 'this' being nothing.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:91978</id>
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    <title>Titanic</title>
    <published>2009-08-29T19:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-29T19:04:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">back in 1997, Titanic was a hit. &lt;br /&gt;Leo was every girls/women dream man; and Kate was every men's fantasy (well sorta). &lt;br /&gt;i remembered watching the movie in a pirated VCD and not understanding every bit of the movie. &lt;br /&gt;all i knew was, rich girl meets poor (and handsome) boy, they fell in love, and the huge ship got hit by an iceberg and it sank. &lt;br /&gt;of course, who wouldn't forget the famous quotes from the movie :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm flying, Jack!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You jump, I jump.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I will never let go!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;let's not forget the theme song by Celine Dion &amp;quot;My Heart Will Go On&amp;quot; which we shamelessly memorized the lyrics and sub-consciously sing along to it when no one's looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.pi&lt;br /&gt;my point is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching Titanic just now on HBO, it suddenly struck me that the entire movie was not about Jack meeting Rose and them falling in love. &lt;br /&gt;it was about togetherness, trust, and loyalty. &lt;br /&gt;it took me 12 years to finally know the moral behind Titanic. &lt;br /&gt;go watch it, it might enlighten your day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/titanic.jpg" style="width: 278px; height: 414px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:91841</id>
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    <title>Hello B!</title>
    <published>2009-08-29T18:29:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-29T18:29:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">introducing :&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair, my new Copper Nokia E75 which is acting like a Bitch with a capital 'B'. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/3532523095_4f23de74ac.jpg" style="width: 147px; height: 309px;" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and goodbye, dear Jane.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to miss you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg190/sufiwhoofi/motorola-razr2-v9-combo.jpg" style="width: 198px; height: 338px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:91447</id>
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    <title>happy thoughts</title>
    <published>2009-08-26T04:05:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-26T04:05:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to think of happy thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;pretty pink and baby blue ones. &lt;br /&gt;because right now, my thoughts are depressing. &lt;br /&gt;images of me slamming my head against my wooden desk and thrashing the office with papers are running through my mind. &lt;br /&gt;this is the cause of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;and boredom is lethal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sufiwhoofi:91204</id>
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    <title>sufiwhoofi @ 2009-08-25T17:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-25T09:17:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-25T09:17:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day seems soo looong and dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;why can't the clock move a little faster?&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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