<?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-3690167044360192856</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:09:36.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk in illi's shoes.</title><subtitle type='html'>fuck reality, im gonna keep on dreaming</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-9030750702887147593</id><published>2009-11-30T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:17:00.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>271109</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the open house was awesome. family and parents friends in the afternoon and the besties in the night. the first one to arrive was flo then cs and may, then ahmad and andrea. i had to actually ask mama to call ahmad's mum so that his mum would actually let him go. the mum tought he was lying. cheryl came and lastly ashraf. all my other friends yang ajak had to go back to kampung. bummer. we had a bbq. bapa and uncle did it. it was really gooood. we all played on guitar hero after eating. nurhani was being an annoying 10 year old thinking she could hang out with us. and she did. unfortuantely. cheryl had to leave early.  after that we all lepaked at the park and of course we camwhored. may, flo and cs went home at 9.30 cause may was grounded. double bummer. then we stayed at the park for abit. talking about ashraf's problems. we shouted at him until the security guard closed his door cause we were to noisy. haha. went back to the house cause it was raining. lepaked in my room cause my brothers hogged the PS3 playing with his friends. ashraf, ahmad and andrea went home at about 10.30. i was left alone. overall this year's open house was totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cupcakes sangat laku. bangga. ahaks,&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/3690167044360192856-9030750702887147593?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/9030750702887147593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/11/271109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/9030750702887147593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/9030750702887147593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/11/271109.html' title='271109'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-6282601539401805191</id><published>2009-11-23T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:47:31.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its official,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;open house 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im having open house on hari raya haji. dont know la my parents. some of my friends cant come to it cause balik kampung. so anybody who's reading this if you can come please let me know k? text me. ill be happy to have you guys as guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;27th november 2009, friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6pm onwards ( earlier if you guys wanna lepak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;its a raya open house so dress decently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes are waiting to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, illi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-6282601539401805191?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/6282601539401805191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/6282601539401805191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/6282601539401805191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-official.html' title='its official,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-637049379083606505</id><published>2009-11-04T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:16:40.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post,</title><content type='html'>okay. how to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been posting cause i was kinda busy ad malas gila nak post. now that finals are over. i cant start posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the higlights of this month was obviously the all america rejects concert. OMG! best first concert ever. Tyson was effing sexy. especially his words that still playback in my head. are you feeling dirtttttttttttty malaysiaaaaaaa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-637049379083606505?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/637049379083606505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/637049379083606505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/637049379083606505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rendang and lemang, collect your duit raya i was on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent at least 2 freaking days on planes. i used to like going to airports and going on planes. but you dont want to spend 14 hours from malaysia to london. 8 hours waiting. 8 more hours flying to detroit. and 2 hours of waiting. and finally 3 hours flying to orlando. i think i only got 6 hours of sleep.  you wonder why go through all that hassle when i can just fly straight to orlando? one answer cause its cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, when we arrived in london i was so happy to get out of that very trust me very uncomfortable chair. aunty noni and uncle gareth was waiting for us. we checked in our supposedly hotel. it actually was like one of these japanese sorta 90's hotels with purple lights. then me and mama showered and prayed. aunty N and uncle G waited at starbucks for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; orlando&lt;/span&gt;, when i got there this goes out to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;may yen&lt;/span&gt; everyone was like talking like this cause  they like actually in real life talk like this. okay, we got our car and drove to the hotel it was actually better than expected. awesomely nice hotel. i had to sleep on the pull out bed as usual&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. ainguin and jocodile&lt;/span&gt; be jealous that i watched gossip girl the day it came out. beat that jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, havent done much yet except i went to walmart to get groceries. all those food i wanted to get watching american movies and shows. everything was like so yummy i wanted to get everything unfortunately it was expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo illi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-703396237286862163?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/703396237286862163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/703396237286862163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/703396237286862163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-in-usa.html' title='raya in USA,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-2929382018865590849</id><published>2009-09-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:46:15.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL's my kampung,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;America, London and Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, my amigos. there's 20 minutes left till 12. so im just gonna say now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all of you have a good hari raya. and a fulfilling one with lots of food and duit raya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for one will not be here in malaysia to kumpul duit raya and enjoy the festivities of eating all those delicious food made by my familia. i will be here until 1 then im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill remember to get all my dearest friends something. and you guys have to update me on anything new that happened while im gone for this hopefully very fun 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must practice my french so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aurevoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : photos and updates on my journey hopefully will be updated when i find internet.&lt;/span&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/3690167044360192856-2929382018865590849?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-5217879019101126455</id><published>2009-09-16T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:18:27.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Chuck Bass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SrEA6B3MOfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dhE-PaeCqJM/s1600-h/ed+westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SrEA6B3MOfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dhE-PaeCqJM/s320/ed+westwick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382084026616789490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont you just love it when he says "im chuck bass?" in that sexy british accent of his. fucking gorgeous. that blondie said "chuck bass doesnt do girlfriends?". well he does now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my most favourite part of all time from GG. its so sweet la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chuck bass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;blair waldorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We could never be boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You say that, but I know you. You're Chuck Bass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not Chuck Bass without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-5217879019101126455?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/5217879019101126455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/5217879019101126455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/5217879019101126455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-words.html' title='2 words'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SrEA6B3MOfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dhE-PaeCqJM/s72-c/ed+westwick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-7960250645952825677</id><published>2009-09-14T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:39:12.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissy.</title><content type='html'>i didnt &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; use the house phone la. why do i always have to get the blame? just because your annoyed at something else dont put the blame on me. fish la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-7960250645952825677?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/7960250645952825677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7960250645952825677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7960250645952825677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissy.html' title='pissy.'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-4421503785929380429</id><published>2009-09-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:11:10.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday morning. woke up to the good girls go bad ringtone. i was half asleep talking to aunty A. she was telling me that she was coming to pick me up and meet aunty S. We were going out to Kl for last minute raya shopping. it wasnt for me actually it was for aunty A. since i didnt do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;any&lt;/span&gt; raya shopping. yes nada. i will not be spending raya in malaysia so there was no point actually. mama said.  uncle Kas beeped and i walked out the door and got in the car. unc was doing his lame yet funny jokes in the car. shariff and nurhani was sleeping. shariff woke up crying. i think he had a bad dream and nurhani instantly woke up too. he was hungry so i fed him and nurhani asked if she could have some. and i asked her "u didnt puasa?" and she said "half day". i looked at the clock and it was only 12 pm. thats like skipping breakfast only. i didnt say anything to her. if i did she would get all soby and i didnt want to deal with that. aunty S picked us up and we were off to central market and petaling street. it was a tourist attraction but i was coolio. we looked around for souvenirs to give to the familia in england. mama never liked to go to these places.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause she hates crowded places&lt;/span&gt;. we walked around central market and i saw these batik sandals that looked oh so nice. but i didnt have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;money. :( we searched around and aunty A bought stuff. petaling street was tiring. there was so many branded fake goods. we walked from one end to the other. me and aunty A was so into the shopping stopping at every stall bargaining with the people. eventually i got a pretty good loewe handbag. aunty A felt sick so we stopped at this restaurant. and a pepsi cost RM 10 man. talk about expensive. it was actually a hotel. it wasnt even that nice of a hotel. after that tiring walk we extended our journey to jalan tunku abdul rahman. we went to get uncle's pants shortened, aunties curtains, and tudung for to match her baju raya at ariani. it was 6.15 when it was all done. and there was no time to send me home first so i followed them to buka puasa at rawang with the others. we buka puasa at hairol fitri's mum's delifrance. the homemade food tasted oh so fucking nice. the mum is such a wonderful cook. fitri is so lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo illi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-4421503785929380429?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/4421503785929380429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/4421503785929380429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/4421503785929380429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/outing.html' title='the outing.'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-3929051537279750646</id><published>2009-09-08T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:23:53.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great family gathering,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what's up my peeps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mama invited uncle kassim and family, uncle khadir and aunty sof, and uncle amai and family ( baba's best friend) who i have not seen for quite some time for buka puasa at our house. i kept asking her who she invited but she didnt answer me. i had to ask several annoying times. they all arrived at 7 which was close to buka already. i ran to my baby shariff and kissed him so many times that he pushed my face away. i couldnt help it he was so darn cute and i hadnt seen him for a long time.  &lt;/span&gt;uncle amai hadnt arrived yet too. at at about 7.30 then only they arrived. my dad was like "did you forget what time buka puasa was?". ashraf arrived later cause he drove himself here. and we buka puasa, they all prayed cause i couldnt :).  we had dinner and the grown ups talked and i took care off shariff. and i finally gave up on him and put him with kamek. i went to talk with the grown ups to act like im one of them. ahaks. when i went there they were talking bout facebook, twitter and blogs. it all started with the topic of nazri. what about nazri you ask? i wont tell you guys. leave it as a supense. then uncle amai attacked me by saying he knows what i do in facebook and keeps tracks. and he talked about guys and stuff. it was so embarassing. bapa was just doing his cheeky smile and saying "aha, we werent born yesterday you know." then the moment passed and they all went home. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just quite yet. there was this one&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shariff adam couldnt just leave and not leave a mark. he freakin broke my mum's glass flowers. it was tragic. he ran and bumped in the table and boom, crash and burn babeyh. aha. aunty was stressing cause shariff's older brother did the same exact thing except his already old enough to think. my mum saw it and didnt say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything. what could she say? what's done is done. aunty and uncle was scolding shariff and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what did do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; damn cute baby voice.&lt;br /&gt;and he was crying kinda cause we gave him a spank on his bottom and kept saying those lines.&lt;br /&gt;hes crying made me and nurhani laugh.  we had to stay away cause hell think its a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually all was done. and they went home. NO drama after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriverderci,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilophin : ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : the klcc story will be updated tomorrow. i have no mood today.&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/3690167044360192856-3929051537279750646?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/3929051537279750646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-family-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/3929051537279750646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/3929051537279750646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-family-gathering.html' title='the great family gathering,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-7859530207714123938</id><published>2009-09-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:06:02.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a picture, it lasts longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SqEPbUG5mCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D-us65dD190/s1600-h/polaroid-pogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SqEPbUG5mCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D-us65dD190/s320/polaroid-pogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377596391985616930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;illi&lt;/span&gt; likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you just want to have this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;polaroid&lt;/span&gt; camera. its so freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish somebody would get me this? *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hint hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guysdontnoticethesmallthingsthatgirlsdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime,&lt;br /&gt;illi&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/3690167044360192856-7859530207714123938?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/7859530207714123938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-picture-it-lasts-longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7859530207714123938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7859530207714123938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-picture-it-lasts-longer.html' title='take a picture, it lasts longer'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SqEPbUG5mCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D-us65dD190/s72-c/polaroid-pogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-4267973514394444238</id><published>2009-09-01T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:45:01.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spzs7Jx07UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/esu2yLy0Ilg/s1600-h/IMG_6803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spzs7Jx07UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/esu2yLy0Ilg/s400/IMG_6803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376432556154875202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haaaaaaaaaaaad to post this picture. he looks so damn cute smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nazri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-4267973514394444238?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/4267973514394444238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-haaaaaaaaaaaad-to-post-this-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/4267973514394444238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/4267973514394444238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-haaaaaaaaaaaad-to-post-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spzs7Jx07UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/esu2yLy0Ilg/s72-c/IMG_6803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-2548677642693227822</id><published>2009-08-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:05:06.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impiana on friday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoASUYwo2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vKYZJmGcfSM/s1600-h/28082009472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoASUYwo2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vKYZJmGcfSM/s200/28082009472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375609419930313570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;introducing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aunty amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoASLSm-eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XjMwo3axncM/s1600-h/28082009471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoASLSm-eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XjMwo3axncM/s200/28082009471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375609417488595426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;introducing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;aunty sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they both have the same facial expression. coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoARtoQYDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wQhLm9ULiTs/s1600-h/28082009470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoARtoQYDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wQhLm9ULiTs/s200/28082009470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375609409526325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; eating tahu bakar. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoARPLDFGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tcYSJMkTLsE/s1600-h/28082009469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoARPLDFGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tcYSJMkTLsE/s200/28082009469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375609401350755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;introducing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;uncle khadir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoAQtB_7_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/S2XoNvpTPuQ/s1600-h/28082009467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoAQtB_7_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/S2XoNvpTPuQ/s200/28082009467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375609392185995250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;introducing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;uncle kassim&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;nazri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trying to avoid the camera*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;light blue shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, we left home around 6.20 and we were caught in traffic but uncle kassim made us miss all that traffic, literally all the traffic jams. he said " i did good planning right?" and we were all like "yeah yeah uncle" and he did that smirky smile of his. we arrived close to buka puasa, everybody there was so hectic trying to get there food for buka. i think there was like 100 different choices. get this, there was 22 different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;baskin robins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ice cream flavours. damn cool weyh. and there was yummy durian too. u could have as much as you want. it was heaven.&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/3690167044360192856-2548677642693227822?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/2548677642693227822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/impiana-on-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2548677642693227822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2548677642693227822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/impiana-on-friday-night.html' title='impiana on friday night.'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpoASUYwo2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vKYZJmGcfSM/s72-c/28082009472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-176402685764348990</id><published>2009-08-28T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:01:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love comes around,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spi1Q3dFx8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-hk-yPt7KbA/s1600-h/ao5Ao.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spi1Q3dFx8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-hk-yPt7KbA/s320/ao5Ao.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375245456635185090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you guys to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to flo for doing this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jan,  i heard you were sick.&lt;br /&gt;get well soon babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i gotta feeling of love inside me,&lt;br /&gt;illi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3690167044360192856-176402685764348990?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/176402685764348990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-comes-around.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/176402685764348990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/176402685764348990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-comes-around.html' title='love comes around,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spi1Q3dFx8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-hk-yPt7KbA/s72-c/ao5Ao.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-8911398440680319453</id><published>2009-08-28T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:28:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpebIkdFlvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OpaOosAGTns/s1600-h/28082009466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpebIkdFlvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OpaOosAGTns/s200/28082009466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374935251816912626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meet the oh so adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;shariff adam bin abdul kassim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isnt he the cutest little baby?&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not so little anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;if y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou happened to be in sunway pyramid between 12.30 to 2.30 you would have probably seen me there.&lt;br /&gt;if you looked hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;i was there with aunty amanda, nazri, nurhani and shariff. i had to walk to the end of the world to meet them at popeyes. yeah, a restaurant and watch shariff eat his food. it was oh so tempting. after that we went to get nazri's jeans at marks and spencer. he had to con his mother into getting it but she gave up and bought it. i wanted to look for this shop called graffiti tee to get ahmad a shirt that expresses him well. its about getting high. thats what he does, literally. with laughing gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;all - over the place&lt;/span&gt;" peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpedoG_f8uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F0lsvvDDodE/s1600-h/28082009465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpedoG_f8uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/F0lsvvDDodE/s200/28082009465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374937992687252194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpednpCgPzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zuSoRwfQfRY/s1600-h/28082009463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpednpCgPzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zuSoRwfQfRY/s200/28082009463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374937984646790962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spedm-sNK0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/slwlEPu8iXQ/s1600-h/28082009462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Spedm-sNK0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/slwlEPu8iXQ/s200/28082009462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374937973278976834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3690167044360192856-8911398440680319453?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/8911398440680319453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-oh-so-adorable-shariff-adam-bin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/8911398440680319453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/8911398440680319453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-oh-so-adorable-shariff-adam-bin.html' title=''/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpebIkdFlvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OpaOosAGTns/s72-c/28082009466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-2357575474450624695</id><published>2009-08-27T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:59:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>j'ai mal de que tu fais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpZH1UcG4qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d4TrgoSJ8L4/s1600-h/UU8sftjMcqe202b53W5s5n0fo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpZH1UcG4qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d4TrgoSJ8L4/s400/UU8sftjMcqe202b53W5s5n0fo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374562186658505378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you let her get in the way of what we had?&lt;br /&gt;i know she means the world to you but you just forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the way we would laugh together and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;but that has dissapeared after she came along.&lt;br /&gt;dont you miss the times we shared?&lt;br /&gt;i want it to be the same between us even if you have someone else in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im deeply inexpressibly done.&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/3690167044360192856-2357575474450624695?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/2357575474450624695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/jai-mal-de-que-tu-fais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2357575474450624695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2357575474450624695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/jai-mal-de-que-tu-fais.html' title='j&apos;ai mal de que tu fais'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpZH1UcG4qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d4TrgoSJ8L4/s72-c/UU8sftjMcqe202b53W5s5n0fo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-7006600722705006921</id><published>2009-08-25T09:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:16:18.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>irda,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQNMgXTo1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NOzaQyGohx4/s1600-h/22082009427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQNMgXTo1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NOzaQyGohx4/s200/22082009427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373934763857126226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;look at him in this picture ( the guy in the white shirt ) trying to look all cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;this is my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;adri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him too even if hes such a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; pain, irritating, annoying, cant stand to see his face sometimes, and a damn know it all.&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/3690167044360192856-7006600722705006921?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/7006600722705006921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/irda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7006600722705006921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7006600722705006921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/irda.html' title='irda,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQNMgXTo1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NOzaQyGohx4/s72-c/22082009427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-9032266089890676994</id><published>2009-08-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:08:16.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramadhan,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im very happy now and not bored at all *sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ilham&lt;/span&gt; but im gonna blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; day of ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; blueberry&lt;/span&gt; scones, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan masak kicap&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal telur,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayur kailan&lt;/span&gt; for my dearest family for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner my mum wanted to thank me for cooking by saying this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pantun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i forgot the pantun. pffft. its something like something something something nanti buat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt really planning on remembering it. no offence mama. i think im gonna cook tomorrow to. i have a list of things to buy cause this house has nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day of ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to the sound of baby shouts. i realized &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shariff&lt;/span&gt; was here. yeay! aunty amanda as usual came in my room and told me she was here already and unintentionaly got me up from my sleep. i went down and talked to her for a bit and told her we&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; needed&lt;/span&gt; to go out. we got ready and asked adri ( my brother, if u didnt know that) to take us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such chaos and dehydrating to take care of shariff.&lt;br /&gt;and adding to all his monstrosity nurhani ( my cousin ) wanted to go to this winx shop to get something. do you know its freaking RM70  just for a pencil case that was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; ( i love pink but not to this extent) and glittery. such a rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in winx shop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurhani took the longest time in there&lt;br /&gt;shariff running up and down ou&lt;br /&gt;me chasing him while screaming at nurhani to hurry it up&lt;br /&gt;aunty amanda getting all stressed and also screaming at nurhani&lt;br /&gt;the counter lady just standing there watching us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;guess what she bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; pencil sharpener after an hour in there. pfft. pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant u sleep shariff and save us running after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched shariff eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A&amp;amp;W fries and sausage&lt;/span&gt;. it was oh so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;that was my weak moment.&lt;br /&gt;shariff in his kiddy ride. hes exhausting but worth it when you see these pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQLQkwqGQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K8zHuGrFkeg/s1600-h/24082009439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQLQkwqGQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K8zHuGrFkeg/s200/24082009439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373932634733418754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQLQFnlSpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G7F379WBxW4/s1600-h/24082009438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQLQFnlSpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G7F379WBxW4/s200/24082009438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373932626373855890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00 pm - back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sungai buloh bazaar ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shariff decided to sleep at the noisy bazaar ramadhan of all places. and i had to carry him. he went into deep sleep even when my hands were numb and i had to put him down on the ground he didnt wake up. he just sat there sleeping. damn. that boy can sleep i tell you just like nazri. i was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays, toodles for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off, illi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3690167044360192856-9032266089890676994?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/9032266089890676994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-very-happy-now-and-not-bored-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/9032266089890676994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/9032266089890676994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-very-happy-now-and-not-bored-at-all.html' title='ramadhan,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SpQLQkwqGQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K8zHuGrFkeg/s72-c/24082009439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-6758526529955521818</id><published>2009-08-20T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:24:19.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his cheeky laugh makes me smile,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was getting in uncle's car to see shariff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shariff : *crying and scratching himself&lt;br /&gt;me : what's wrong sayang?&lt;br /&gt;shariff : *still moaning*&lt;br /&gt;me : *took the dinosaur toy and entertained him*&lt;br /&gt;shariff : *giving me that sweet smile of his*&lt;br /&gt;me : that's my shariff.*continues playing with him*&lt;br /&gt;       where's dinosaur shariff?*in that babyish talk and gives him the dinosaur*&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;shariff : oooops *throws the dinosaur down*&lt;br /&gt;me : ur shooo cute. *kisses him for a long time till his pushing me for the dinosaur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was leaving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : bye2 shariff&lt;br /&gt;shariff : *waves bye bye* *says it in that baby tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adorable&lt;/span&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shariff&lt;/span&gt; is the most &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cutest,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;smartest &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hyperest&lt;/span&gt; baby that is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;illi nur ameerah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3690167044360192856-6758526529955521818?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/6758526529955521818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-cheeky-laugh-makes-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/6758526529955521818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/6758526529955521818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-cheeky-laugh-makes-me-smile.html' title='his cheeky laugh makes me smile,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-2591389484953185524</id><published>2009-08-20T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:33:53.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bonjour : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;ilophin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;ainguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;jocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;me, aini and tijan were bored of our freakin minds during agama that we made names for ourselves with our favourite animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;this is the first time i actually had fun in agama. me and aini passed notes to each other while watching out for ustazah. and i drew stick men of our kanak - kanak ribena gang which might me the kills now. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;nazri with his straighten hair ( by me ) and wearing my librarians vest seeing if he looks good in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/So1PtyAV_NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0oxIusBqQK0/s1600-h/DSCN0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/So1PtyAV_NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0oxIusBqQK0/s200/DSCN0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372037578458791122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the only picture i could get him to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thats my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, illi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3690167044360192856-2591389484953185524?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/2591389484953185524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/bonjour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2591389484953185524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2591389484953185524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/bonjour.html' title='bonjour : )'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/So1PtyAV_NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0oxIusBqQK0/s72-c/DSCN0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-5046431230295543497</id><published>2009-08-19T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:09:19.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart will go on,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;get this we made zeng tom play the really teary eyed titanic song on his flute 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illi : zeng tom, again again.&lt;br /&gt;zeng tom : oh, ok then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after zeng tom finished playing 3rd time asked by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may : zeng tom play again &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;zeng tom : (starts to play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. we are such cruel people and his a sport.&lt;br /&gt;it shows how talented he is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the merdeka celebration today. yes, it is early but who the heck cares.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda fun,&lt;br /&gt;we watched the performances including zeng tom and his flute, tijan and chi shun singing and playing the guitar. i must get adri to teach me to play the guitar. this is what i said after PMR too. and i didnt happen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the prefects singing at the end. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aini, tijan, cheryl, and wen z&lt;/span&gt; looked oh so pretty. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;chi shun and ashraf&lt;/span&gt;  oh so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what we did? we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;camwhored&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pn. khalilah actually didnt know what the hell camwhoring was. we was laughing and telling her what it was. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;we did camwhore most of the day. aini was complaining about us using her camera to camwhore. i couldnt help it she gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it,&lt;br /&gt;illi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-5046431230295543497?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/5046431230295543497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-will-go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/5046431230295543497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/5046431230295543497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-will-go-on.html' title='my heart will go on,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-5987432094594141586</id><published>2009-08-18T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:24:12.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giddy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sweet Sixteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ashraf amir hassan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ur a great guy and a great friend. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoqOCvhscEI/AAAAAAAAACM/QrKyOr1ZPm8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoqOCvhscEI/AAAAAAAAACM/QrKyOr1ZPm8/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371261683361411138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hope u had a good one without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690167044360192856-5987432094594141586?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/5987432094594141586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/giddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/5987432094594141586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/5987432094594141586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/giddy.html' title='giddy,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoqOCvhscEI/AAAAAAAAACM/QrKyOr1ZPm8/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-2583834304239673461</id><published>2009-08-17T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:09:46.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the half eaten cake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lot guys for the cake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;aini, ahmad, may yen, dayana, florence and chi shun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt expect it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they bought me a cake also ashraf's one. hes bday is tomorrrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you guys.&lt;br /&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/3690167044360192856-2583834304239673461?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/2583834304239673461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/half-eaten-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2583834304239673461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/2583834304239673461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/half-eaten-cake.html' title='the half eaten cake.'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690167044360192856.post-7815450930730348074</id><published>2009-08-17T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:08:20.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet 16,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it all happened on the weekends. it was my sweetest 16 on sunday but i went to celebrate it with cheryl, ahmad, dayana, flo, chi shun. may couldnt cause she went to ou instead with wenz, aini balik kampung and terry scared of h1n1. pffft..&lt;br /&gt;we watched G.1 joe and we had to sit in couple seats so we could get good seats. all the other seats were freaking near the screen. i sat with ahmad. dayana with flo and chi shun with cheryl. she was unhappy bout sitting with chi shun but was forced into it.&lt;br /&gt;after movie we was freaking bored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illi : what you guys want to do?&lt;br /&gt;everybody : what do you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;it continued like that until i decided we should just camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the results of boring teenagers who camwhore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktagDY3eI/AAAAAAAAABs/zUyYTx8G_j0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktagDY3eI/AAAAAAAAABs/zUyYTx8G_j0/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370873963920023010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktafyCafI/AAAAAAAAABk/Vq8ULOwq90o/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktafyCafI/AAAAAAAAABk/Vq8ULOwq90o/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370873963847248370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktZl1wkhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WjdKV3Aupok/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktZl1wkhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WjdKV3Aupok/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370873948293599762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktZZ-ICwI/AAAAAAAAABU/kviJea_Wpc8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktZZ-ICwI/AAAAAAAAABU/kviJea_Wpc8/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370873945107467010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Sokt8M_yy_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/VZbv0JN94xk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/Sokt8M_yy_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/VZbv0JN94xk/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370874542920223730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3690167044360192856-7815450930730348074?l=illinakamura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/feeds/7815450930730348074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7815450930730348074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690167044360192856/posts/default/7815450930730348074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illinakamura.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-16.html' title='sweet 16,'/><author><name>illi nur ameerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00988109465889563308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SowJCCkjI1I/AAAAAAAAADE/eTAZVoYaAdU/S220/ssb+teachers+day.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZGUAyWQ9vA/SoktagDY3eI/AAAAAAAAABs/zUyYTx8G_j0/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
