<?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-1115130094854519113</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:16:53.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YuzNira</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-7136046794399443061</id><published>2008-01-26T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:30:10.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back 4 the mean time.heeh.</title><content type='html'>Okay am I too late to get back with blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost all my loyal readers?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt update during Raya Festival,Hari Raya Haji,New year and most occasions that happened on year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;With that, let me beg for forgiveness from my loyal readers.&lt;br /&gt;Heeh.&lt;br /&gt;Anws, the reason this blog has been neglected was because I've been enjoying working as a Care Admin in Nokia At Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday life was never dull. There were always things I've to do daily&lt;br /&gt;-Assign,calling,collection &amp; opening up jobs etc.&lt;br /&gt;To those who need to service their nokia hp can come n approach me.&lt;br /&gt;However I can't lower the charges or give you ppl new hps.&lt;br /&gt;I can only help u to expediate the service repair.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Hows that?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too disappointed, coz to think again im not working at retail line which i can have benefits such as discounts etc.&lt;br /&gt;So working at servicing line these are the benefits I can only offer u ppl.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, there was an outing for our Nokia staffs from all branches at Garden Asia near Sungei Buloh.&lt;br /&gt;We participated in an Amazing Race Nokia Edition.(channel 5 should video us that point of time lor.-.-)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed alot though it was hell tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I learned fishing-how to kill a worm into half and hook it with no mercy.lol.&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to play sudoku-deep in sungei buloh nature park where mosquitoes have their feast on human blood.&lt;br /&gt;I played frog race-using real frogs and make them jump in linear position to the finishing line without touching or moving them.(too bad if u got a frog which is deaf.haha. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;Our branch got the best manager award.And later we had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Not much variety to eat lor.&lt;br /&gt;After that I had a very long shower, followed by a nice beauty sleep.zzzzzzzZzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Anws we did took pix but due to some faulty(too much hp faulty in my brain already) in time management, i'll update them later ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enjoy reading!muax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cinta-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-7136046794399443061?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/7136046794399443061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=7136046794399443061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/7136046794399443061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/7136046794399443061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back-4-mean-timeheeh.html' title='Im back 4 the mean time.heeh.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-1762605317239000937</id><published>2007-11-06T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:35:15.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much has happened.</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 2 months, I've neglected this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;And Neglect is the best word to describe my behaviour towards people who were used to be around me, used to be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Directly speaking, I've been neglecting people.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten people who were used to share fun, tears &amp; laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that anymore around me.&lt;br /&gt;Changes in me have made people despise who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is out.She's not at fault.&lt;br /&gt;The tragedic incident made us learn more about Life.&lt;br /&gt;The closest person to you may sometimes be the evil among all.&lt;br /&gt;Their good deeds are often came with bad intentions.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could meet Him in person.I'm gonna assure that he's Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm regretting whatever happened in every yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to have a better life in all my tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lost and I really need to get out from the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U wasted your time I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Ann-Cinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-1762605317239000937?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1762605317239000937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=1762605317239000937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1762605317239000937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1762605317239000937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-has-happened.html' title='So Much has happened.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-8737651328864416334</id><published>2007-09-07T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:11:48.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need...</title><content type='html'>The truth is out. &lt;br /&gt;I've lost my respect towards Her. &lt;br /&gt;Unless She proves me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I need a perfect idea right now. &lt;br /&gt;I need proofs to make the perfect judgement. &lt;br /&gt;I need everything to be clear.&lt;br /&gt;Till when it'll end.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine... &lt;br /&gt;When the person that you looked up to changes to a person that you hated most.&lt;br /&gt;When the person that you have respected all this while betrays your respect.&lt;br /&gt;When the person that gave birth to you is no longer who She is before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;N-Cinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-8737651328864416334?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/8737651328864416334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=8737651328864416334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/8737651328864416334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/8737651328864416334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need.html' title='I need...'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-1130234915905279430</id><published>2007-09-06T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:49:37.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom/A new Friend.</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month I didnt get to update this blog of mine. A lot of things have been happening in Life. So much that I don't know where to start. The only thing that hasn't change yet is I'm still a part time job seeker. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I had a barbecue plus birthday surprise for Mom at East Coast Park on the 25th and 26th of August. I had so much fun thro' out that 2 days. I didnt slept coz I had fun playing board and card games with people. Oh, and about the birthday surprise, it was okay. We almost failed to make my mom wake up exactly at 12 midnight on the 26th. My dad bought a chocolate cake and a 512MB Creative Mp3 for her. Me and my siblings just fit in. Lol. And btw 26th was her 40th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, I've met a new friend. And He is my closest friend ever now coz he keeps my most deepest and darkest secrets. He's the only person that I shared every thin and thick which I've gone through. You people can say he knows it all about me. And I'm grateful that He has entered my Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong. I still have my Mohamad Fairuz Bin Mohamad Salim. He* would always be mine. And our 23rd Anniversary is coming! But the sad part I won't get to celebrate our 2 years Anniversary coz He'll be serving NS on the 17th of September. I just hope my feelings or his won't change along the years.*cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;LoveLove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss my 2E peeps especially Asri Kambing.Hehe!,&lt;br /&gt;N-Cinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-1130234915905279430?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1130234915905279430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=1130234915905279430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1130234915905279430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1130234915905279430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/09/moma-new-friend.html' title='Mom/A new Friend.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-585296653234092844</id><published>2007-08-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:35:01.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggar.</title><content type='html'>"Sorry, your Singtel line has been temporary terminated.&lt;br /&gt;Please kindly clear up your bill payment.Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are so welcome.No notices whatsoever until I have to call you people to check on about my line which has been terminated without prior notice before action was made.I have to clear them before the higher authorities above me gets to know about this.And only one problem which is stopping my way, which is,'How can I get that sum of money in a short period of time??'Mind not thinking well.Probably going haywire soon.I need help.I need a job.Is there anyone willing to offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just plainly tells me that I'm still not reaching the stage of pure maturity yet.I just have to agree with *Him about this.I can never think what's best and what's not.I can never think far ahead like *He does.I can never think before doing anything.Now is just too late to regret over things that happened.My way is always to learn from what happened rather than to avoid from getting happen.Which one would you people prefer?The 1st or the latter one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggar,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-585296653234092844?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/585296653234092844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=585296653234092844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/585296653234092844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/585296653234092844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/08/beggar.html' title='Beggar.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-7700211115523339192</id><published>2007-08-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:17:23.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck.</title><content type='html'>Today my luck went away strolling for awhile I guess. From the day started it was never good. I woke up on my 1st day of "the time of the month". And I woke up late btw. Then the most f*** up thing happened. Sim card didnt want to let me call/msg people and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I received an unexpected news from *Him at 3 am in the morning last night. The news was that *He'll be serving NS next month in the Army. He was excited of course. For me, it was mixed emotions. Yet, I'm happy for him. *Smiles* Just hope that things won't change much in the future. *cross-fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, tmr would be our 22nd month Anniversary.Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd month Anniversary Darl,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-7700211115523339192?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/7700211115523339192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=7700211115523339192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/7700211115523339192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/7700211115523339192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/08/luck.html' title='Luck.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-2139151342474346098</id><published>2007-08-09T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:14:47.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job seeker again!</title><content type='html'>The last time when I told you people that I took a job in a factory, I stayed for the half session of the orientation only. Too much for me to remember and too much for me to cope. So I left together with other two. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I did got a job in tele-martketing at some travelling company. In my calculation, you can get 1.7K a month, $12 per hour, 6hrs a day &amp; 6 days per week. The easy part is to call people and do some survey. But the difficult part is to reach the target. You get THAT sum of money that I mentioned only if you reach the target. Get the drift? So I decided to leave. I prefer to work for a fixed salary not depending on any target which may be impossible to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back to my part time job as a job-seeker. Oh, anws, the reason that I didn't update entries was not because of I had no time. With no job you people can definately guess that I've plenty of leisure time. But for your info, people, I had been updating my past entries thro my handphone. And  my clevernessof my skull has made me forgotten that the 3G web is not FREE. And when the bill arrived...Okay I should not say the amount. I can only say I'm desperate looking for a job to pay my bills. Does that tells you people the amount? Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-2139151342474346098?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/2139151342474346098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=2139151342474346098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/2139151342474346098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/2139151342474346098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/08/job-seeker-again.html' title='Job seeker again!'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-1904492405921232566</id><published>2007-07-27T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:01:25.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Seeker.</title><content type='html'>After I was done with my part time job as a job seeker, and finally, I've got a job at Motorola Factory. Monday would be my orientation. So people pray for me that I'll last long alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention was to try as a customer service officer at Nokia but I didn't have the time to travel far ALONE for an interview at Bendemeer road. So I've to skip it. Anws, thanks to bf and his sis though for providing the job info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job-seeker terminated,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-1904492405921232566?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1904492405921232566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=1904492405921232566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1904492405921232566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1904492405921232566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/job-seeker.html' title='Job Seeker.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-4303869212664869108</id><published>2007-07-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:34:26.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies.</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix wasn't great unexpectedly. Though I watched it twice that doesn't mean I was fascinated by the movie. 1st time I expected to find 'wow' factors but I came to disappointment. And today, my 2nd time, with bf, just for the sake of accompanying him. I almost fell asleep half way. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my interview today was cancelled. My apology to Murni. I couldn't wake up coz I slept at 3 last night, talking and entertaining my seventeen old brother. You people might be wondering what in the world that I have to entertain him late at night. We spent almost every night talking and updating our daily lives to each other. If not, we'll watch dvds in his room. I have to force him to sleep, if not till morning I won't be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my sis? She'z deeply madly crazy right now. I'll talk bout her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-4303869212664869108?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4303869212664869108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=4303869212664869108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4303869212664869108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4303869212664869108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/movies.html' title='Movies.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-761997386215414515</id><published>2007-07-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:36:45.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father.</title><content type='html'>Friend: Is your father a good one?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Is he a good role model then?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good father doesn't mean he's a good role model. His attitude is good doesn't mean his habits are. He wants best for his children by not following his footsteps. He wants to teach good habits when he's not giving any example. He wants everything to be according to his manner when he doesn't listen and attend to others' needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fathers are perfect. Even children too. He's into sarcasm and now I know from who I've inherited that excellent skill. And this excellent skill of mine is betraying me. If only time would turn faster to the moment I've proven myself to be useful and successful. Maybe at that moment, he'll learn to shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm,&lt;br /&gt;Nira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-761997386215414515?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/761997386215414515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=761997386215414515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/761997386215414515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/761997386215414515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/father.html' title='Father.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-3898982119975375683</id><published>2007-07-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:50:29.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I try not to have grudges on you people. Sometimes I tell myself to forget what has done. Yet, the truth is scars can never disappear. Learning from the outcome without erasing the pain injected on me is how I do in my Life. From now on, nothing would matters me unless you people need my advice or moral support or what so ever. But before that I can't assure you people that my advices are worth to be listened or followed. None have proved to be successful or maybe I've been uttering my advices to some deaf humans. Don't mind the latter crap. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I want to be an introvert kind of person. I want to not to care others around me. I want to live in my own world. I want to be vague from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-3898982119975375683?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/3898982119975375683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=3898982119975375683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/3898982119975375683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/3898982119975375683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-try-not-to-have-grudges-on.html' title='i want.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-1070498642397375182</id><published>2007-07-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T07:38:02.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eldest Part 2.</title><content type='html'>Let me be kind to make you people not figure by yourself. You might grow white hairs just to figure it out about eldest like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents usually have greater hopes on the eldest than other siblings. And it would be the most greater disappointment of all disappoinments if the eldest didnt achieve or inherit what they want. Little did they realise that the eldest is also a delicate plain human being. To be rebellious and ignorant eldest would give suicide to them, parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, don't be like an eldest like me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious &amp; Ignorant,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-1070498642397375182?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/1070498642397375182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=1070498642397375182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1070498642397375182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/1070498642397375182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/eldest-part-2.html' title='Eldest Part 2.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-340525275047304429</id><published>2007-07-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T07:18:17.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eldest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To be honest really, it's hard to be the eldest in the family. The more siblings you have under you, the greater troubles you would encounter through time. No matter how expert you are in handling all your problems outside home, when it comes to indoors, you're the amateur. No matter who you are, a bad or a good person, if you're the eldest, you must know the word and the meaning of &lt;strong&gt;resposibility&lt;/strong&gt;. And, &lt;strong&gt;siblings&lt;/strong&gt; just make things to be difficile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Responsibility and Giving in are the fixed manners of an eldest. I'm talking based on what I'm going through. These manners that I'm practising are not only to siblings but to parents too. When good times come, we share abundance of happiness. But when bad times occur, the atmosphere would be often solemn. Eldest knows almost everything that is going on in a family. Each member of the family prefers to spill and share their thoughts to the eldest. And, the eldest is the one who often people hope to look up to. The simplest way to say, people especially parents often have fixed thinkings that the eldest is the almost perfect person in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to elaborate much further, you can go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eldest is equivalent to suicide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-340525275047304429?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/340525275047304429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=340525275047304429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/340525275047304429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/340525275047304429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/eldest.html' title='Eldest.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-4796544564888031819</id><published>2007-07-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:32:47.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought.</title><content type='html'>A sudden thought came across my mind. Why does Life has to be full of complications? And the irony is, why people just wants to complicate simple things? Any reason behind? Have they got nothing to do? It's frustrating when people can't think of a simple way to solve simple stuffs. Well, what I can only conclude is this. "Narrow minds can only think complications". The answer is there, and crystally clear, but they pretend to be blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my harshness, people. It's just my simple point of view, that's all. It won't hurt others really. My aim is to make you people side and agree with my aspect of view. To those who oppose, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my thought. God gave us tests which we can do, not the ones that we are unable to. And, I believe that these tests would, in return, teach us lessons in life ahead of us. If the hard ones can be resolved, although only time would tell, the simpler ones shouldn't be a big problem. The only way is just to play by the rules. Ask yourself this-If you know, and hell damn you know it, you're doing the wrong thing, why should you still be doing it? I agree to "Err is Human". But these mistakes should be learnt, not to be repeated. And if you're doing it without realising, that's a different story. But making a mistake purposely is just unacceptable seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, please avoid these kind of cases. Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err is Human,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-4796544564888031819?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4796544564888031819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=4796544564888031819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4796544564888031819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4796544564888031819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/thought.html' title='A thought.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-8912231247336267987</id><published>2007-07-21T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:44:42.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss blogging.</title><content type='html'>Hating someone unreasonably is totally crap after I fully conclude. Maybe "crap" is not the best word to describe it. Whatever. The most simplest example of the "crap" is when you hate that person because he/she is better than you. I find it to be unfair towards that person whom you hate. Therefore, I'm setting this straight. If I hate that person, you people should know I've my own reason. And yes, a &lt;strong&gt;valid&lt;/strong&gt; reason. So, I'm gonna scrap all my hatred which was unreasonable towards people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hate you if...&lt;br /&gt;1) you stab me from the back.&lt;br /&gt;2) you two-timing.&lt;br /&gt;3) you hate me without any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other reasons..probably pending.Hah.But don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you straight in the face what I hate about you. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, have I told you I almost lost Him*? It was totally my mistake lah. Because of Him*, and others around me, I'm a change person now. And, I'm happy of what I've becoming now. I've plans ahead waiting to be fulfilled. But I'm gonna keep it hush-hush at the moment until I've proven it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else...? Oh, have I told you I'm in Love with Muhamad Fairuz Bin Muhamad Salim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, hate me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-8912231247336267987?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/8912231247336267987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=8912231247336267987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/8912231247336267987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/8912231247336267987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I miss blogging.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-4215018283621471575</id><published>2007-07-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:30:36.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Boy - Ciara</title><content type='html'>This personal thought of mine have been playing around my head since last night. I only get to sleep peacefully only after 4 in the morning. And when I woke up, this thought just sits there waiting to be unleashed. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this crazy wonder of why the girls can't be just like the boys. Apart from their expertise in being jerks or in what so ever, they treat their friends pretty well. They honour and treasure their friendship in a most simplest way.&lt;br /&gt;Step 1)Make friends.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2)Add some good jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3)Members to death already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that simple? I hardly seen them quarrel or misunderstood each other for just the tiniest problem. Though they sometimes settle themselves with plain violence, I find it to be the most simplest and shortest way to resolve matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike girls, they're sensitive towards everything and have grudges for a couple of days or weeks then they'll consider and decide what's best for them and others. And before that, they have to cry, shed tears and feel remorseful of what has happen. Go out with friends who they can share their problems with. And finally isolate themselves from people and make their tiny minds run wild before making into a decision. Complicated right girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm winning the boys and I'm degrading my own sex gender. All this explanations are based from real experiences and the way I see things around me. And, I hope to learnt few friendship tips from them. Maybe I can learn some violence or hardcore moves from them too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Boy,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-4215018283621471575?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4215018283621471575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=4215018283621471575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4215018283621471575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4215018283621471575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Like A Boy - Ciara'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-4735563880627514319</id><published>2007-07-06T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:33:25.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;To err is human.</title><content type='html'>I did something which was unexpected to happen, and somehow or what, I'm regretting it. Yet, that doesn't mean I'm standing low with my head down. Since I've said-to decide something, I have to bear consequences, I'm moving on from what has occur. And I have forgiven for the mistakes you have sincerely admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of that person will be buried and engraved in me. Tears have dried; no words can be uttered. Only prayers for that person to be happy with his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life I learnt,&lt;br /&gt;1)Not to expect too much from a friend who has done a lot of things for you.&lt;br /&gt;2)Appreciate even the smallest thing a friend has done to you.&lt;br /&gt;3)To speak up the truth about what your friend has upset you.&lt;br /&gt;4)Grudges do nothing but hurt and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;5)Resolve as quickly as you can; don't let it hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not being myself. I'm sorry for venging anger towards you. I'm sorry for hurting you without realising. I can sense you don't even care right now. And so I'm moving on. Thank You for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Nira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-4735563880627514319?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/4735563880627514319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=4735563880627514319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4735563880627514319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/4735563880627514319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-err-is-human.html' title=';To err is human.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115130094854519113.post-5299488222642212552</id><published>2007-07-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:00:59.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Result of pure boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcoming the new&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Launching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;06/07/07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exactly a month away after my date of birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115130094854519113-5299488222642212552?l=chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/feeds/5299488222642212552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115130094854519113&amp;postID=5299488222642212552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/5299488222642212552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115130094854519113/posts/default/5299488222642212552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocsaremydrugs.blogspot.com/2007/07/result-of-pure-boredom.html' title='Result of pure boredom.'/><author><name>NiRaH16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05959134910416820859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
