<?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-9197868992198812016</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:09:55.636+08:00</updated><category term='boring day...haix...'/><category term='true story'/><category term='enough'/><category term='jiwang'/><category term='guy vs gal'/><category term='blh mati bace nie'/><title type='text'>~~ fereisha leah yanna ~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fereisha leah yanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371970797382538813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F6p6YlsFHQ/SmGxrIkSQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZbWReNKs3pk/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197868992198812016.post-6022837038413828135</id><published>2009-11-01T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:43:18.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tym to laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A first-grade teacher, Ms Neelam (Age 28) was having trouble with one of herstudents the teacher asked,"Boy. what is your problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy. answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade.My sister is in the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam had enough. She took Boy. to the principal's office. While Boy. waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Neelam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave.She agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy. was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: "9".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: "36".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; The principal looks at Ms Neelam and tells her, "I think Boy can go to the third-grade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam says to the principal, "I have some of my own questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Can I ask him ?" The principal and Boy both agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy., after a moment "Legs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Nee lam: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: "Pockets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Coconut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft And sticky? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy. was taking charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Bubblegum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Shake hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort of questions, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first.The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Wedding Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Firetruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' &amp;amp; if u dont get it u have to use ur hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: Fork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: What is it that all men have one of it's longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: SURNAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Ms Neelam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, &amp;amp; is responsible for making love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Boy.: HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; "Send this Boy to IIM Ahmedabad (India's best mba college) , I got the last ten questions wrong myself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-6022837038413828135?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6022837038413828135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/tym-to-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/6022837038413828135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/6022837038413828135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/tym-to-laugh.html' title='a tym to laugh'/><author><name>fereisha leah 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/&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Buat saya TENANG Selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Awak jangan SEDIH..&lt;br /&gt;Saya Tak Suka AIR MATA Awak MENITIS Nanti..&lt;br /&gt;Kerana..&lt;br /&gt;Saya Terlalu SAYANGKAN KAWAN2 Saya..&lt;br /&gt;Termasuklah AWAK..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-7302006734123701730?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7302006734123701730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/kawan-kesayangan-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/7302006734123701730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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never fails to bring,From east to west it makes me cry,From being at my best forfeit to try,So i guess i just put on my black cap and walk in the streets,Leaving a small note to every stranger i meet,Smiling my troubles wishing somehow you were here,You always have a talent to fix my broken fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its best to let it all go,&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and escape to your place,Where time has no air, and dreams has no space,To me you are all i have ever dream of reaching....You are the one i wish to hold my heart and you know that,Why cant you hear my voice,Why cant you see my cries,Why cant you touch my cheeks,For Now i Let everything go....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-6168289500735488329?l=fereishaleahyanna.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/_4F6p6YlsFHQ/SmGxrIkSQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZbWReNKs3pk/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197868992198812016.post-9221573670128162151</id><published>2009-10-11T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:13:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Promise Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The very smile that makes me melt&lt;br /&gt;That caught my eyes for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;The gerl who i called my living dead&lt;br /&gt;Will she be the saviour for my broken soul..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against a thinning faith&lt;br /&gt;Against a wall of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;It is she my living dead&lt;br /&gt;Who picks me up and gave me wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light came into my life&lt;br /&gt;Shinning through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;It is just me and my living dead&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand to the very end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel in disguise a devil armed with the sweetest smile&lt;br /&gt;It's her my living dead&lt;br /&gt;My saviour and destroyer&lt;br /&gt;that crucified &amp;amp; burned me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked the earth blind &amp;amp; dumb&lt;br /&gt;Still figuring what have just hit me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why my living dead&lt;br /&gt;Hand me a broken promise ring???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-9221573670128162151?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9221573670128162151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-promise-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough'/><title type='text'>wishing you enough</title><content type='html'>Must Read this one.. It is so true!! Hope you like it.. Have a wonderful day my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently  I overheard a Father and daughter in their last momentstogether at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you  enough.' The daughter replied,  'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish  you enough, too, Dad.' They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and neededto cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he  welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would beforever?' 'Yes, I have,' I replied.  'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'. 'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said. 'When you  were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish  you enough..' May I ask what that means?' He began to smile. 'That's a wish  that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone...' He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you  enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory. I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I  wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough  gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye. He then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forgetthem.&lt;br /&gt;* Only  if you wish send  this to the people you will never forget and remember to send it back to the person who sent  it to you. If you don't send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry tha t you have forgotten your friends. TAKE  TIME TO LIVE....&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and loved ones, I  WISH YOU ENOUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-5901171119539594786?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5901171119539594786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishing-you-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/5901171119539594786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/5901171119539594786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishing-you-enough.html' title='wishing you enough'/><author><name>fereisha leah yanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371970797382538813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F6p6YlsFHQ/SmGxrIkSQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZbWReNKs3pk/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197868992198812016.post-7260878537002226259</id><published>2009-08-30T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:24:06.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy vs gal'/><title type='text'>equalities of the sexes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Is there a rule in the dating game that guys have to send the girl home after a date? If a guy don’t do so, what does it implies? He’s not interested? He don’t love you so much afterall or he’s just too tired? In this modern era, women expect equality of the sexes but why do women still get mad or disappointed or upset when her bf doesn’t send her home? Since women want equality, perhaps they should just go home themselves or maybe they should send the guys home for a change. Is it really so safe in Singapore that guys nowadays don’t give a damn about the safety of their gf? Out of 10 dates, how many times do yr bf send you home? On a personal level, a girl just like their bf to send them home cos of the sense of security she gets. It just feel so sweet and loved to have a guy to send you home in the night to show that they care or worried. Come on! It’s late in the night and it’s so quiet and dark all around. Call me paranoid! But sometimes, esp when there are Indians (not that I’m racists or anything) or middle aged men lurking at some corners, I just feel so unsafe. Is it too much to ask for? On the journey home alone, we see couples everywhere and some might start wondering why some guys just don’t like to send their girl home. Is distance a issue for a couple who is so deeply in love? Are girls taking it for granted when a guy sends herl home and expects the same treatment all the time? I understand that sometimes the guys are tired because or work or school but what if a mishap happen to the girls on her way home alone? Will the guys feel guilty? Isn’t it too late for regrets? Perhaps some girls are capable of self defence but not all are. Guys always have their reasons not to send her home and girls forever have their reasons for wanting their bf to send her home. Who will be able to come up with a set of rules for the forever complicated dating&lt;/span&gt; game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-7260878537002226259?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7260878537002226259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/equalities-of-sexes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/7260878537002226259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/7260878537002226259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/equalities-of-sexes.html' title='equalities of the sexes'/><author><name>fereisha leah yanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371970797382538813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F6p6YlsFHQ/SmGxrIkSQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZbWReNKs3pk/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197868992198812016.post-5235765203642851634</id><published>2009-08-30T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:16:36.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true story'/><title type='text'>weirdos do exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recently, i came across this story from a magazine which I thought was quite amusing and weird. A 14 year old boy was married to a 42 year old family friend. Weird? Apparently, the 42 year old woman seduced the boy everytime he stayed over to play with her son and they had sex. The boy felt flattered by the compliments given by the 42 year old lady whom he thought was sexy. After which, the lady claimed to be pregnant and the boy’s parents had no choice but to allow them to get married. (of cos, the pregnancy was faked) but just a while later, the 42 year old lady got to know a 23 year old man at a bar and asked him to move in with her. The boy then realised that she don’t really love him and got his dad to pick him up. So, at 15 now, he was married and divorced. WOW! How weird is that? Haha~ As I said, many weirdos around nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-5235765203642851634?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5235765203642851634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/weirdos-do-exist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/5235765203642851634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/5235765203642851634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Payah Nk Dilupakan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walau Seketika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak Pernah Terduga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta Mula Berputik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagaikan Tk Percaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku Jatuh Hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau Lah KekasihYg Amat Ku Syg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai Tidak Bersua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastinya Ku Merindu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerana Hati Dah Tertawan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerana Cinta Dah Terbina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yg Pasti Kini Hanya Kau Saja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bertakhta Di Hati ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kan Ku Sunting Dirimu Syg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kan Ku Bina Istana Cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau Kekasih Ratu hatiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selama-Lamanya...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hati Usah Diduga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya Mengundah Resah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta Di hati ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya Lah Untukmu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau Kesayangaanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penyeri Hidup Ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haruman Kasihmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melekat Di Jiwa.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-5924744846537629463?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F6p6YlsFHQ/SmGxrIkSQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZbWReNKs3pk/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197868992198812016.post-3626340636139861371</id><published>2009-08-29T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:38:29.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blh mati bace nie'/><title type='text'>death composition</title><content type='html'>Karangan Terbaik UPSR 2007&lt;br /&gt;Karangan budak darjah 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi itu pagi minggu. Cuaca cukup sejuk sehingga mencapai takat suhu beku. Sebab itu saya tidak mandi pagi sebab air kolah jadi air batu dan air paip tidak mahu keluar sebab beku di dalam batang paip. Pagi itu saya bersarapan dengan keluarga di dalam unggun api kerana tidak tahan sejuk.. Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya menemaninya ke pasar. Tetapi saya tidak mahu. Selepas emak menikam perut saya berkali-kali dengan garfu barulah saya bersetuju untuk mengikutnya. Kami berjalan sejauh 120 kilometer kerana pasar itu letaknya 128 kilometer dari rumah. Lagi 8 kilometer nak sampai pasar saya ternampak sebuah lori kontena meluru dengan laju dari arah belakang. Dia melanggar emak saya. Emak saya tercampak ke dalam gaung. Dia menjerit “Adoi!”. Lepas itu emak saya naik semula dan mengejar lori tersebut. Saya pun turut berlari di belakang emak saya kerana takut emak saya melanggar lori itu pula. Pemandu lori itu nampak kami mengejarnya. Dia pun memecut lebih laju iaitu sama dengan kelajuan cahaya. Kami pula terpaksa mengejar dengan lebih laju iaitu sama dengan dua kali ganda kelajuan cahaya. Emak saya dapat menerajang tayar depan lori itu. Lori itu terbabas dan melanggar pembahagi jalan lalu bertembung dengan sebuah feri. Feri itu terbelah dua. Penumpang feri itu yang seramai 100 orang semuanya mati. Pemandu feri itu sangat marah. Dia pun bertukar menjadi Ultraman dan memfire pemandu lori. Pemandu lori menekan butang khas di dalam lori dia..lori itu bertukar menjadi robot Transformer. Mereka bergaduh di udara. Emak saya tidak puas hati. Dia pun terus menyewa sebuah helikopter di GentingHighlands dan terus ke tempat kemalangan. Dia melanggar pemandu feri yang telah bertukar menjadi Ultraman itu.. Pemandu feri itu terkejut dan terus bertukar menjadi pemandu feri semula lalu terhempas ke jalanraya. Pemandu feri itu pecah. Pemandu lori sangat takut melihat kejadian itu.. Dia meminta maaf dari emak saya. Dia menghulurkan tangan ingin bersalam.. Tetapi emak saya masih marah. Dia menyendengkan helikopternya dan mengerat tangan pemandu lori itu dengan kipas helikopter.. Pemandu lori itu menjerit “Adoi..!” dan jatuh ke bumi. Emak say menghantar helikopter itu ke Genting Highlands. Bila dia balik ke tempat kejadian, dia terus memukul pemandu lori itu dengan beg tangannya sambil memarahi pemandu lori itu di dalam bahasa Inggeris. Pemandu lori itu tidak dapat menjawab sebab emak saya cakap orang putih. Lalu pemandu lori itu mati. Tidak lama kemudian kereta polis pun sampai. Dia membuat lapuran ke ibu pejabatnya tentang kemalangan ngeri itu. Semua anggota polis di pejabat polis itu terperanjat lalu mati. Orang ramai mengerumuni tempat kejadian kerana ingin mengetahui apa yang telah terjadi. Polis yang bertugas cuba menyuraikan orang ramai lalu dia menjerit menggunakan pembesar suara. Orang ramai terperanjat dan semuanya mati. Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya ke pasar untuk mengelak lebih ramai lagi yang akan mati. Di pasar, emak saya menceritakan kejadian itu kepada penjual daging. Penjual daging dan peniaga-peniaga berhampiran yang mendengar cerita itu semuanya terkejut dan mati. Saya dan emak saya terus berlari balik ke rumah. Kerana terlalu penat sebaik saja sampai di rumah kami pun mati. Itulah kemalangan yang paling ngeri yang pernah saya lihat sebelum saya mati. ----------------------------- TOLONGGGG….LA AJAR ANAK2 KORANG MCAMANA NAK BUAT KARANGAN TERBAIK MCM NI… AKU PUN MCM NAK MATI BACA KARANGAN NI….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-3626340636139861371?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3626340636139861371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/karangan-terbaik-upsr-2007-karangan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/3626340636139861371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/3626340636139861371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/karangan-terbaik-upsr-2007-karangan.html' title='death composition'/><author><name>fereisha leah yanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371970797382538813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F6p6YlsFHQ/SmGxrIkSQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZbWReNKs3pk/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197868992198812016.post-5198948734564662755</id><published>2009-07-19T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:55:11.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning anger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a morning which i hope to be great turn out to be an angry morning for me...he ytd say tak jadi go j.b cos no money...den today morning he msg me say he went out already otw to j.b...who not angry siahx...as if he purposely dunwan me to follow him...den he bo paisey mehx...tagged along his fren den got the fren wife sumore...he like a bloody lampost leh...not shy izit...jux bcos the fren say can blanja him but stil...not malu ke...arrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhh...angry angry angry siahx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos of that we quarrel...damn it...i wan see if he remember i going for operation tmr...if he doesnt remember...or purposely ignore...it realy shows that he dun reali care bout me enimore...den wad for proceed to marriage??? lets see whether he got msg or call me later...eniwae he working nyte shift tonite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will be back later...*still got some anger feeling*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-5198948734564662755?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5198948734564662755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/5198948734564662755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/5198948734564662755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-anger.html' title='morning anger...'/><author><name>fereisha leah yanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17371970797382538813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F6p6YlsFHQ/SmGxrIkSQkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZbWReNKs3pk/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197868992198812016.post-3246090799971097883</id><published>2009-07-18T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:37:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyf made hell by a wisdom tooth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today is a better day for me...as i've been so called force by nature to meet the dentist...nvr in my lyf i went to a dentist before...the last i went to the dentist was when im in pri 3...and that experience made my had phobia of dentist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;its been nearly 2 weeks im suffering from a very bad toothache...caused by the growth of my lower wisdom tooth which grow slant way...and coz of that...my gums became swollen and made me not able to open my mouth...only the size of a straw is able to go thru my mouth...juz imagine...i cant eat for nearly 2 weeks???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i survive thru water,milo,milk and cereals...for god sake...im growing weaker and weaker each day...from 51kg...i drop to 48kg...OMG...i cant stand the hunger anymore...ytd...was the day that i have to overcome my fear...my mom had no choice but to force me to the dental clinic...im so badly in pain till i salivate non stop...and tears keep rolling from my eyes...i guess u can imagine how pain it was rite??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to cut short the story...im the last patient at the dental clinic...while waiting for my turn to come...i shiver non-stop...i turn pale...all coz of the fear that i had...in the end...i end up crying softly...my mom had to hoax me till i calm down...i reali fear that the dentist will force open my mouth...damn...i guess i watch too much drama lorx...hahaha...my turn came and the dentist is so kind and soft...she didnt force me juz checking the swell...and i was inform that its very bad as it was already infected...i was asked to come back the following week...i was given medicine for the swell and pain to subside...reali alot...and it cost a bomb...appointment was also made for me on monday afternoon for the surgery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well...at least i felt a lil bit better today as i didnt feel so much pain today...but still cant realy eat...and still cant open my mouth fully...1 more day tmr b4 monday...hope there will be no postpone...i want to get this suffering over and done with...please ans my prayer GOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-3246090799971097883?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3246090799971097883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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movie...its a nice show though...den...i log on to fb website...play a few quizzes and comment frenz...den i uploaded new pics at my fb acct...1845hrs...went to take a shower den continue to watch tv...damn...im stuck between truehearts and night at the museum...and now at this hr...im blogging...yipee...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197868992198812016-4302088653424687205?l=fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4302088653424687205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fereishaleahyanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/unday-07-june-09_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197868992198812016/posts/default/4302088653424687205'/><link rel='self' 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