<?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-7872874456593471087</id><updated>2012-02-14T01:30:27.576+08:00</updated><category term='Sarah Dessen'/><category term='Elizabeth Scott'/><category term='Lisa Mcmann'/><category term='Lauren Barnholdt'/><category term='Courtney Summers'/><title type='text'>Go easy on me.</title><subtitle type='html'>I beg to differ.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3299122445384161831</id><published>2011-09-23T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T04:14:21.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romola Garai, better than you. Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wOLWN13O4g/TnuW0yi_NUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZDaYaXMg9rE/s1600/rom..jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wOLWN13O4g/TnuW0yi_NUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZDaYaXMg9rE/s400/rom..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655279590759675202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My perfect acting queen. She is full of talent that can't be contained in this universe. All of the awards. Always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3299122445384161831?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3299122445384161831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3299122445384161831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3299122445384161831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3299122445384161831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/romola-garai-better-than-you-always.html' title='Romola Garai, better than you. Always.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wOLWN13O4g/TnuW0yi_NUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZDaYaXMg9rE/s72-c/rom..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-570757968042579503</id><published>2011-09-23T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T03:47:35.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulse buyer? I hope not.</title><content type='html'>I bought two bags for my university life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems fair since I bought two bags for my college life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfashionstyle.com.my/images/product/4c6385904b5eb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.myfashionstyle.com.my/images/product/4c6385904b5eb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfashionstyle.com.my/images/product/4c6e71b91a0a0.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.myfashionstyle.com.my/images/product/4c6e71b91a0a0.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always wanted one ever since I catched a glimpse of a girl in a maxi pleated skirt paired with a navajo tank top holding a map print bucket bag on the public bus. Ah, I wish I could channel her effortless yet classy style. But I always just come across as effortless. With a side dish of messiness. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(p/s; bought two of a similar design cause I wasn't sure of the size. That's acceptable, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7872874456593471087-570757968042579503?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/570757968042579503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=570757968042579503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/570757968042579503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/570757968042579503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/impulse-buyer-i-hope-not.html' title='Impulse buyer? I hope not.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1987118630746974004</id><published>2011-09-23T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T03:37:00.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am nothing with you.</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm blogging again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things have changed. Like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can drive now --------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieUQ4_Gm1Gc/TnuN0SGZSII/AAAAAAAAAgU/yJ5P1ZTMW0E/s1600/297473_10150301179959531_599884530_8075869_829219423_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieUQ4_Gm1Gc/TnuN0SGZSII/AAAAAAAAAgU/yJ5P1ZTMW0E/s400/297473_10150301179959531_599884530_8075869_829219423_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655269686445164674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have a double chin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Not all change is good, but hopefully its for the better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1987118630746974004?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1987118630746974004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1987118630746974004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1987118630746974004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1987118630746974004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-nothing-with-you.html' title='I am nothing with you.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieUQ4_Gm1Gc/TnuN0SGZSII/AAAAAAAAAgU/yJ5P1ZTMW0E/s72-c/297473_10150301179959531_599884530_8075869_829219423_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3646910087462505028</id><published>2011-09-22T07:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:20:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This has been a post of realisations.</title><content type='html'>I've just realised how absolutely ridiculous of me to say that I discovered fashion in my previous post because seriously, if it's one thing I discover, its blogshops and how addictive they can be. But certainly not fashion. I have come to the conclusion that I don't speak fashion, I just like pretty stuffs. Also, looking back on my prom pictures and realising that I look like a drag queen. Mai goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've just recently realised that the 28th is on a Wednesday, which is a weekday!! So there goes my hope of having my friends send me off to the airport. Oh, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight. I'd be a millionaire right now if someone gave me a penny for everytime they say I've gained weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to see the dentist. And buy some cosmetics cause my father says my face is too bland and you know there's something wrong when your FATHER says that to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lazy arse in general so really what else do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this, I'd like to say that no human being is a 100% of something. Human beings are complex. You certainly have no right to decide if they are worthy or unworthy. No one has the right. And just because I'm not on scholar doesn't mean I don't deserve to pursue my dream. And being looked-down at. I'm using the money for education and that's a pretty noble way of spending your money, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for god sake. Seriously. I don't want to know your doubts about my ability to handle my choice of career. If you are keen on being negative, then I'm keen on not continuing our friendship. Please. At least acquire some faith in humanity in that judgemental mind of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3646910087462505028?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3646910087462505028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3646910087462505028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3646910087462505028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3646910087462505028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-has-been-post-of-realisations.html' title='This has been a post of realisations.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6908178989913919344</id><published>2010-12-31T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:10:00.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Will Guide You Home.</title><content type='html'>While most of you are probably having the supposedly time of your life reminiscing back the year, I proudly am updating my blog because this is no New Year Resolution but a determination. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am spending NYE by watching Youtube videos of Garrett Hedlund and Leighton Meester because they are adorable together and should date each other, marry and have kids in no particular order, waiting for Troy to load so that I can watch Garrett,again, but this time in tights and eating three tubs of BR. Oh, the joy of the 31st discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have nothing to reminisce about. What is there of 2010 besides months of lazing around and nights of last minute studies? NOTHING. Nothing epic happened to me in 2010, or if I'm being completely honest, ever actually happened to me in my whole 16 years and 6 months (precisely) of life. Well, except for 2009, in which I handled a book blog, talked to authors, received free books, and got paid for advertising. HO YEAH BITCHESSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One memorable thing in 2010 though was that I discovered FASHION. I mean, sure, I've always been aware of fashion. Its really hard not to when the wardrobe next to yours is vomiting clothes all the freaking time that sometimes left me paranoid, wondering of the existence of a population of the gruesome clothes bugs (Okay, I just made that up but its pretty believable,right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fashion has never been a foreign subject to me but more of the subject that I love when I finally understand it but never actually got around to pass (I'm looking at you, Add Math). And while we're at this, lets just say I haven't really passed yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't put my finger into when and why I actually started to pay attention to fashion but its probably at the time I was avoiding studying. Ugh, just the thought of it. UGH UGH UGH. I FEEL SUICIDAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I discovered the magical wonderland of BLOGSHOOOOOOOOOOOPSSSSSSS. Of course, I've heard of blogshops before, my sister has tons of blogshops business cards lying all over the room. But I have never actually realised how addictive they are. The idea of it is so appealing, especially to someone like me who despises going to shopping malls, browsing through stores, and trying on clothes that probably won't fit you anyway. HATE IT. Really. I've only been shopping two times this year. Once for Raya and another for Prom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I also don't think make up is that bad. Although I did look more like a cross dresser than the look I was going for at prom. But then again, what was I expecting? Especially being around all you beautiful petite skinny whores. Give this big-boned girl a break, will ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;, Blogshops are heaven. Blogshopping is one of the things I do best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, there is one sad thing that I am truly devastated about. THE FACT THAT SIZE 9/40 IS NOT AVAILABLE AND EVEN WHEN THEY ARE, THE PRICE IS MORE EXPENSIVE AND ITS NOT EVEN PRETTY. What sort of prejudice do you have against size 9 feets? Really. Really. WHAT? Don't you know that a model's average feet size is 9? Don't you want a model to be buying shoes from your shop? DON'T YOU WANT THAT?! WHATTTT IS WRONG WITH YOUUU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le97qdXeej1qzyhboo1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le97ncaNmH1qzyhboo1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shoes that have left me with a hole in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found my perfect bag, which is really the toughest thing for me because I am so picky and thus is why I have never bought a bag myself. Now, though,  I AM TORN BETWEEN THREE BAGS. Irony, aint it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/TR4K1m_uD2I/AAAAAAAAAgE/yJmUTHDPL6M/s1600/bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/TR4K1m_uD2I/AAAAAAAAAgE/yJmUTHDPL6M/s400/bags.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556890906338922338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BAG 1- RM42      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;BAG 2- RM42     &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;BAG 3- RM49&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHICH ONE, WHICH ONE? DECISIONS DECISIONS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nowhere near as to a fashion extraordinaire but I know enough to spot which runway did Kate Bosworth dress that she wore to the FGI Night Of Stars came from. PROUD OF MYSELF. HELL YEAHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see me, I may look drabby because I am just a stubborn bastard myself, like Gaga and refuse to dress up prettily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, don't judge someone for the way they dress, judge them for the reason they dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, I shall end this post that is taking way too much of my time. Blogging sucks time. It is true. &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/7872874456593471087-6908178989913919344?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6908178989913919344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6908178989913919344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6908178989913919344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6908178989913919344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/lights-will-guide-you-home.html' title='Lights Will Guide You Home.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/TR4K1m_uD2I/AAAAAAAAAgE/yJmUTHDPL6M/s72-c/bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4510749718118823464</id><published>2010-12-11T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:55:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am talking to myself here but it shall not matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As it is palpable to anyone with a brain, I was aiming for a dramatic flair as my comeback. It worked, didn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4510749718118823464?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4510749718118823464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4510749718118823464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4510749718118823464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4510749718118823464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-talking-to-myself-here-but-it.html' title='I am talking to myself here but it shall not matter'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4589429093134843815</id><published>2010-12-11T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:51:35.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Strange Feeling of Familiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;hi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;did any of you, by any chance, missed me? Because I sure did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Miss myself, that is. So, don't go all tender heart with me. You need your dignity, for that is all thats left of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That was a terrible greeting, especially after a year long hiatus. But then again, I never said I wasn't a terrible person, now did I? No. I never did. You just assumed. You and your assumptions. One of these days, you should really try not assuming things and get the real truth out for goodness sake. I am sick, sick sick of all these lies. Lies that are buried under false pretense and crushed hopes. What is all this worthy of? Do you think I am that easy to fool? I may be insecure but my insecurities does not blind me from the truth. Don't you dare take me for anything more nor less. I am me, myself as I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; I don't demand anything but the vile, ugly, innocent, naive truth. Fool me once, never twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4589429093134843815?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4589429093134843815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4589429093134843815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4589429093134843815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4589429093134843815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-strange-feeling-of-familiar.html' title='That Strange Feeling of Familiar'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3437000346500957929</id><published>2009-12-26T03:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:54:27.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I encourage YOU to follow MY lead</title><content type='html'>Holidays are ending soon which just makes me go 'Sucks. I practically did nothing during the holiday'. While I'm sure everyone is psyched up with the thought of going back to school, I'm not. I mean, sure it'll be great to see friends and chat around but HOMEWORKS? Thanks, but I'll pass. I'd rather spend my whole year lazing around in the house than go to school. I wish I could skip this last remaining year of high school and get on with college already. And while we're at it, let's skip SPM. God, even the thought of it. I pretty much flunked most of my subjects this year so I have no idea how I'm going to cope with it next year. Fingers crossed everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always get what we want, do we? Looks like Form 5's the path for me. (as if I have any other option)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing except for watching Glee repeatedly. I haven't seen 113 yet because I'd like to drag it out for as long as I can. The thought of waiting till April sickens me :'( Where am I going to get my daily dosage of the over-confident singing starlet who post a video each day on her myspace page and puts a star next to her name everytime. Pricelesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SzUhqJVKEvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/im1KTNZKzaw/s1600-h/puckberry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419274734553142002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SzUhqJVKEvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/im1KTNZKzaw/s400/puckberry.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on a dilemma though as to being a Puckberry fan or a Rachinn. So I came up with an epiphany which is more like a solution : I'll be a Puckleberry Chinn fan! *do you notice the pun? It's from the classic Huckleberry Finn. Am I so brilliant or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone's hyped up on Puckberry. I loveeeeeeee Puck and Rachel. I think Puck is really reallly funny. God bless your badass-ness, Noah Puckerman. However, I'll always feel guilty watching Finn. He's just so dumb, he cracks me up. His expressions after swallowing that Vitamin D, epicly adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SzUga08lRGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/adt1Ir7pIz4/s1600-h/Finn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419273371871691874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SzUga08lRGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/adt1Ir7pIz4/s400/Finn.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the baby name suggestion. Drizzle! Seriously, Finn. Can I marry you now? Not to mention his name is Finn which is like my favourite boy name. Thanks to Dona for reminding me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SzUhqfVFLkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ogYpbUseddw/s1600-h/drizzle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419274740458401346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SzUhqfVFLkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ogYpbUseddw/s400/drizzle.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, despite my gushing out on and on about Finn, he's not my favourite. Not even Rachel. It has got to be Kurt Hummel. His lines are so funny, you're forgiven for LOL-snorting at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kurt : She even said that if I'd get caught talking to Mr. Shue's kids, she's gonna shave my head. And I can't rock that look. Even Justin Timberlake is growing his fro back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned he's also gay? Come on, how wonderful is that. I wish he's my bestfriend. I badly want a gay bestfriend. They are the best. By gay, I mean, real gay. Not pretend gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E! listed Puckberry as their favourite couple along with some others like Jim and Pam, THE OFFICE; Tami and Eric Taylor, FNL in their &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/photos/gallery.jsp?galleryUUID=1110"&gt;TV Couples We Love&lt;/a&gt;. There's also a list for &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/photos/gallery.jsp?galleryUUID=1144"&gt;retro tv couples&lt;/a&gt; that has Liz and Michael from Roswell! I used to watch that show just for the both of them. (I so want to watch My So Called Life! It's considered epic, even) While we don't have the privilage of voting for TVs favourite couple on E!, we can do it for &lt;a href="http://www.portraitmagazine.net/"&gt;Portrait's Magazine Top Young TV Ships 2010 in favourite young couple&lt;/a&gt;. So go ahead and voteeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappie and Casey from Greek are on both :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair and Chuck is number one with the Puckberry running close at 2nd. Watching GG S3 makes me really love Blair/Chuck. I think I prefer them in s3 than in s2. I love them without all that drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I commented that Zoe Saldana's acting wasn't that remarkable on Star Trek and that's why I think Anna Kendrick has to win the Best Supporting Actress spot? Well, I'm not going to take it back but I finally realise that Saldana's on the list not for Star Trek but (I guess) for Avatar. I keep getting flashbacks of Scott Porter everytime I see Sam Worthington on the screen. Do they even look alike? Anyway, here's a trailer of an upcoming movie starring the beautiful Saldana ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SicGk3-bP58&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SicGk3-bP58&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, right? Remember, you hear it from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I just can't get over with is that&lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/package/0,,20321301,00.html"&gt; EW&lt;/a&gt; listed Jay Baruchel and Garrett Hedlund as top 10 to look out in 2010. I'm sorry but I've loved Garrett ever since Troy and Jay ever since 40 year old virgin. I am happy that they finally get their spotlight but I've loved them even before it. Garrett's just Body Wonderland while Jay's the cutest geek I've known after Cera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 145px" src="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/010709_tron.jpg" width="140" height="145" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 146px" src="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/244.baruchel.jay.092706.jpg" width="244" height="106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's tons of EW's Best of Decades list on the website, so make sure to check it out. I loved most of them but I'll never forgive them for that bad Catching Fire review. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so longgggggggggggg. I'm off to watch TBL (which just makes me more depressing seeing as how thin the models are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3437000346500957929?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3437000346500957929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3437000346500957929' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3437000346500957929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3437000346500957929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-encourage-you-to-follow-my-lead.html' title='I encourage YOU to follow MY lead'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SzUhqJVKEvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/im1KTNZKzaw/s72-c/puckberry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6855486475424782339</id><published>2009-12-07T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:02:24.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now You Lift Your Eyes To The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me start by saying I am a helplessly lazy ass girl when it comes to holiday. Okay, no. I'm fibbing. I am generally a lazy ass girl which just shows my tendency to procascinate all the time. I can't remember who but there was this author who listed her job on twitter as world-class procascinator and I thought, wow. If there were such thing, I'd aced at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as I was saying. I'm helpless during holidays. I do nothing but laze and lounge around in the house probably gaining an extra 5 kg which goes completely against my holiday resolution which is ironically, to LOSE 5 kg. Sad, yes. My life is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the first 2 week just screaming around at my brothers to clean up the house and please please just for god's sake, don't mess around when I just cleaned it up 5 minutes ago. And in that span of 2 weeks, my little brother came up with a lot of nicknames for me. Which I would not list out here because Im not one to dwell on the past. Plus, some of it still stings. *sighs dramatically*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two days before new moon came out, i ordered most of the tickets i could get for 5 days. I'm just obsessive like that. I know I know. Its such a bad thing to do. Others are trying to book the ticket and actually go to the cinema and get it. I just like to get my alternatives straight just in case someone came up to me and said hey lets watch new moon and i can say hey! I've got the tickets. Be prepared, its the best advice in life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess, what? Someone did came up and asked me! I went to watch on  the third day and we didn't even end up using the tickets I booked. HAHA. Well, there's always next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have mixed feelings over the movie. AND YES, I was cursing when stupid dgnoego edhgo hod SAM ULEY came out. hfohgbog hohdhfoho. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU SAM ULEY FOR BREAKING LEAH'S HEART, IMPRINT OR NOT! I DON'T CARE!! e^@$#@$#^&amp;amp;^(*^*%#%^#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to New Moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The action could have been cooler. Come on, Chris Weitz. I've seen The Golden Compasses. What happened? But all in all, it's okay. I can't wait for Eclipse though. Don't cut Leah out of it, Melissa Rosenberg. (I think that's the screenwriter's name) LEAH IS THE BOMB and if you're wondering why I'm getting all worked up over her, it's because BETRAYAL disgust me. It's sickening. GOSH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I nursed myself with high dosage of dvds. and 11 mangas. MUHUHHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Okay I know the statement does not call for an evil laugh but I'm just weird like that. Get over it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Lions For Lambs 4 times because its too inspirational for my own good. It makes me want to be a Senator. (that just reminds me of Senator Robert McCalister. I love you. Forever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice Upside Down, Skins Season 3, One Tree Hill Season 1&amp;amp; 4, Eagle Eye, Seven Pounds, The Duchess and Hana Yori Dango are just a few of the dvds I watched this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed Hana Yori from my Japan-obsessed cousin. She's also the source for all the 11 mangas. The mangas just made me fall in love with Motomi Kyousuke all over. I love youu. And yes, I did some amateur sketching after marvelling over all those beautiful drawings but it's really really bad. I want wonder hands! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the umpteenth time, I read Socrates In Love manga and cried like a baby. I want to read the actual novel which I think is going to be more heartbreaking and I'm in the mood of bawling my eyes out this holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I couldn't hold myself any longer and wait for my dad to print out Catching Fire so I just read the E-book. And just writing this is making me cry because I now, so so so badly want to hold it in my hands. Feel the paper, read the words from ink. I LOVE SUZANNE COLLINS. If she was right in front of me right now, I will grab her face and kiss her with all my might. I want to make everyone  read The Hunger Games trilogy if I could. How can you not love it? I know most people gave it a chance because of that Stephenie Meyer blurb but I was more interested with the Stephen King's. Come on man. Stephen King loves the book. Stephen King, who already sold movie rights for his new book two weeks before its even out? COME ON. Catching Fire's suspense kills me. And the conclusion was way off my expectation. I can't believe it. And the Game was whoah. Intense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried along reading this book and I know how everyone is crazy over Peeta but my heart's Gale since the first book. GALE GALE GALE. I want to do a fan page for Gale. I love Gale. Peeta's sweet too. I love him too. Gosh. This is the hardest thing. I can't make up my decision. They're both so so wonderful, in different ways. I guess Peeta's stronger but Gale, it's just. This is too painful. This is what Suzanne Collins have done to me. She has torn me apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can ignore the last paragraph if you want if it doesn't make sense. Just so you know, I love The Hunger Games trilogy and you are missing out in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dn't feel like blogging anymore. I want to read about Gale again. and again and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me end with this quote from OTH :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours.&lt;br /&gt;- Ayn Rand”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6855486475424782339?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6855486475424782339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6855486475424782339' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6855486475424782339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6855486475424782339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-you-lift-your-eyes-to-sun.html' title='Now You Lift Your Eyes To The Sun'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6719354606386307221</id><published>2009-11-15T00:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:08:24.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote For Your Choice!</title><content type='html'>Hi! Have you guys cast your votes for People's Choice Award yet? No? Dude? What the hell are you waiting for, World War 3? Go and vote. I love voting especially when its open to me ( in Malaysia) because there is a lot of awards where only U.S citizens are entitled to vote so once in a while when an opportunity like this jumps out, grab it! Grab it, hold on to it, squeeze it real tight. You get the idea already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The point I'm asking you guys to vote is to persuade you to vote for my favourites. Hello, I need help here. At least I'm not doing it like Sam and Naomi did in the last Private Practice episode. Shame on them *shaking my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to voting. Ok, seriously. I won't object to every category you vote because it's a free country, right? I mean, you have your right to vote your own choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you voting for in the Favourite Breakout Movie Actress category?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sv7Y2iJONtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ty_bPUAimnk/s1600-h/Anna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sv7Y2iJONtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ty_bPUAimnk/s400/Anna.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403995034281195218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be Anna Kendrick, right? I mean. Who else should win this category? Okay, maybe Ginnifer Goodwin is a VERY GOOD actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/spider_man_3/ginnifer_goodwin/tribeca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/spider_man_3/ginnifer_goodwin/tribeca2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really convincing as obsessed Gigi in He's Just Not That Into You and I quite like her in Big Love. Oh yes. On a particular miserable day when nothing on television seems bearable to watch, I turned to Big Love because I mean, it was my last resort. At least I knew there was Chloe Sevigny so it wouldn't suck that much, right? Its surprisingly kind of intriguing although I have yet to agree on polygamy. It just seem all too wrong for me. And imagine my surprise when I saw Amanda Seyfried in it! Man, that girl is everywhere nowadays  (Mamma Mia!, Jennifer's Body, Dear John) but Im not complaining. She deserves it especially after playing a character that thinks her boobs can tell the weather (in Mean Girls). That's simply disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/mean_girls/amanda_seyfried/mouseears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/mean_girls/amanda_seyfried/mouseears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Did I just got sidetracked, again? Shit. Why does this always happen to me? Come on! You don't see this happening to Maureen Johnson or Xiaxue for whats its worth right? Gawwd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginnifer's good but I doubt she's a breakout actress. She's quite famous already. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; in Walk The Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  like Zoe Saldana. Don't get me wrong. I think she's real pretty but breakout actress? She doesnt really stand out in Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to talk about Emily Osment and Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, here's why I think everyone should vote for Anna Kendrick :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unbelieveably talented. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have seen Camp, right? Remember that movie with all that singing when we were 10 or 11? Yeah. Wasn't she just spectacular in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/D/3/3/camppubg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 560px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/D/3/3/camppubg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you saw Rocket Science? Hello? Who else could play that character besides her? She was a total lovely manipulative bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/picturehouse/rocket_science/anna_kendrick/rocket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/picturehouse/rocket_science/anna_kendrick/rocket1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've gotta admit, she was really good as whiny jealous Jessica in Twilight, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she's starring in a movie with George Clooney and based on reviews, she's stealing the limelight. Now, are you convinced?  ( By the way, I really really want to watch the movie. It's called Up In The Air, directed by Jason Reitman who directed Juno so you know it's gonna be good and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_m-Da8Tz4_E"&gt;here's the trailer&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_m-Da8Tz4_E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_m-Da8Tz4_E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO please please please vote for Anna Kendrick. She deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A category that left me hesitating was for Favourite Movie Actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sv7fRWnWu9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/mepT3BB-tCQ/s1600-h/Movie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sv7fRWnWu9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/mepT3BB-tCQ/s400/Movie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404002092112591826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn apart over Jennifer Aniston, Drew Barrymore, Anne Hathaway and Sandra Bullock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hugely love Jennifer Aniston, despite what others have been saying on her acting but I just can't. I love you Jen An but I have to go for Anne Hathaway. Drew's amazing too but I haven't seen Whip It yet so I can't be biased. As for Sandra, I love you, comedy queen. You will always be my comedy queen. Im sorry. It was a really tough decision. Why couldn't they just put Amy Adams on it? Id choose her anytime of the day. Speaking of, I just saw her new movie, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ElyHYh8DTo"&gt;Leap Year's trailer&lt;/a&gt; and despite the fact that it totally ruined the whole movie, I still want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ElyHYh8DTo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ElyHYh8DTo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ((I at last decided to vote for all four of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking of voting for Favourite Movie Actress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I saw Mermaid today and may I just say this, Christina Ricci is officially my favourite child actress. (although she's all grown up now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBf58BtvbAI/SttYOmhVQkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pUcnIpvm8gk/s400/TICKLEBEAR%28MISS_CARRIE_BRAD%27CHAT%29-MERMAIDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vBf58BtvbAI/SttYOmhVQkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pUcnIpvm8gk/s400/TICKLEBEAR%28MISS_CARRIE_BRAD%27CHAT%29-MERMAIDS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6719354606386307221?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6719354606386307221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6719354606386307221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6719354606386307221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6719354606386307221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/11/vote-for-your-choice.html' title='Vote For Your Choice!'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sv7Y2iJONtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ty_bPUAimnk/s72-c/Anna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7566138066716747090</id><published>2009-11-07T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:51:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc Johns is a genius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marcjohns.com/"&gt;Go and check him out&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously. Even Ashton Kutcher twittered about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inljavascript:void(0)ine-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7566138066716747090?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7566138066716747090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7566138066716747090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7566138066716747090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7566138066716747090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/11/marc-johns-is-genius.html' title='Marc Johns is a genius.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6783404068637698745</id><published>2009-11-07T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:44:54.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Just Warming Up</title><content type='html'>I will not blog about freedom because really when you think about it, we are getting nearer to SPM and that ain't ever a good thing. Let's just get this over with, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely have no idea what to blog about which just ridicules me because that happens every time I end up on this page. You wouldve thought I'd plan out what to blog first but noooo, of course not. Atiqah believe ideas will just spring out of life. Well, jokes on you! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to be wanting to slap the Ridpest guy? Because he's here now and he's all bloody perky, I want to throw my flu-covered tissues at him! He goes like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy : Adik cuti sekolah eh? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sabtu lah.&lt;br /&gt;The guy : Oh ha'ah lah! Hari ni Sabtu! Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Heh.&lt;br /&gt;The guy : Saya check dekat belakang eh? Boleh tak? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay.&lt;br /&gt;The guy : Saya pergi dulu eh. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god. Don't you just wish you could strike his head with a candlestick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. R&amp;amp;R. Rephrase and Redirect. It's something from Anger Management. I learnt that in Sarah Dessen's Just Listen where the chracter Owen Armstrong has anger issue. He's the coolest, that Owen. So, see. You learn a lot of things just by reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Stop. I will not try and brainwash you guys to read. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silence please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Yoga, do your thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we're back in 3, 2, 1! Action -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who loves Adam Brody? Angkat bulu ketiak! If you aren't raising your arms ( or in this case your armpit's hair) You are in serious denial. Who doesn't love Adam Brody? Forget the fact that he's Jew.  Except for Aiman of course. I get it Aiman. You dont strike me as gay. Maybe? Haha. Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2009/11/06/adam-brody-dianna-agron-dating/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; make you sad? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But STOP RIGHT THERE! It is not worth your life. Because I've seen Dianna Agron in Glee (Okay I admit I've only seen 2 episode but that's gonna change when NTV7 airs it! Whoop-de-doo) and she's totally adorable although I love Lea Michele better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 353px;" src="http://thetvaddict.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/lea_michele_glee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's not head-turning-lighten-up-the-room kind of beautiful but she's cute and you know what I hate people who goes "She's nothing special" or "She's not that beautiful" because so what? You aren't that beautiful either. Beauty is skin deep, okay. So stop judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Angelina Jolie but I still think she's pretty because you know what? She is. That doesn't make me love her. But I'm not gonna lie either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not going anywhere so I might as well just stop. So long. Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6783404068637698745?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6783404068637698745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6783404068637698745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6783404068637698745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6783404068637698745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-just-warming-up.html' title='Im Just Warming Up'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3353270150330499785</id><published>2009-10-04T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:19:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Always Wanted To Fall From The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must.&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Miss_Pettigrew_Lives_for_a_Day/miss_pettigrew_lives_for_a_day_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 503px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Miss_Pettigrew_Lives_for_a_Day/miss_pettigrew_lives_for_a_day_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its comedy genius! Frances McDormand was priceless as Miss Guinever Pettigrew. Her bluntness is to die for. Amy Adams as shallow and ditzy Delysia Lafosse was very convincing. I just absolutely marvel over the amazing screenplay which is written by Simon Buefoy! (he wrote the screenplay for slumdog millionaire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one for instance ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000531/"&gt;Guinevere Pettigrew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: "Four's a Crowd"'s a wonderful movie. Who were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0010736/"&gt;Delysia Lafosse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not even the best part. God, no. The best part is that Lee Pace (yes that one from Pushing Daisies) was in it! I was literally gaping at the screen when he appeared. He's so dreamy in this one. Trust me. It gives me the chills. and thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SshlheLmI5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UIeRks7NDEE/s1600-h/lee+pace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SshlheLmI5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UIeRks7NDEE/s320/lee+pace.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388668579860587410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. You're right. Your vision did not tricked you. He's a pianist in this movie. How much dreamier can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also in the upcoming movie, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHS7EyzszeU"&gt;When In Rome&lt;/a&gt;. However, he plays a jerk in the movie. Oh well, you can't always be the hero now can you? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHS7EyzszeU"&gt;The trailer&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious but don't watch it. Seriously. Do not click on it. It will just frustrate you more because you then have to wait until next year. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Oh. Jennifer Garner a.k.a mlcc (my lesbian celebrity crush) new movie, The Invention of Lying's trailer is out and about! Woohoo. I really really love it. You have got to watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc79ho-PzeE&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;the trailer&lt;/a&gt;. Really. You can click on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc79ho-PzeE&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. Yep. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc79ho-PzeE&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;Click on it&lt;/a&gt;.  Isn't she so pretty? She's perfect. She's the epitome of perfection. To hell with you, Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my lunch. G'day everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3353270150330499785?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3353270150330499785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3353270150330499785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3353270150330499785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3353270150330499785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-always-wanted.html' title='I&apos;ve Always Wanted To Fall From The Sky'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SshlheLmI5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UIeRks7NDEE/s72-c/lee+pace.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2593084440460023784</id><published>2009-10-04T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:37:24.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just checked and I still don't have a life</title><content type='html'>I've finally figured out what I hate about blogging. It's the posting. Its the coding. It's everything. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, sebenarnya bukan. Saja nak rhyme. Apa? Tak boleh? Dr. Seuss je boleh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyhoo, I've decided to reply the messages on my chatbox here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin :  I miss you too, crazy woman! You had to have something to make you remember me? :'( Haha. What? I seriously have no idea. What what what? Does it have anything to do with books? Haha. You nak kasi I pinjam buku you eh? Awwwwww. That is so sweet, Najwa. (Sumpah tengah berkomunikasi sehala je ni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qeys : Thanks for the link Qeyla! It's more adult chick lit but it has some great references too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee : Awww. I think you're the only one that actually reads my blog. Haha. Thanks Dee. If ever you publish, err *what eh? anything to do with your designs or anything related to you, I'll buy it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Replying the messages on the chatbox was just an excuse to have a new post, if that's what you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Check out&lt;a href="http://sarahhankinson.com/"&gt; Sarah Hankinson's illustration folio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sarahhankinson.com/images/artworkN6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallawey. Boleh koma setahun ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benci orang macam ni. Rasa macam nak commit third degree murder je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me anyone. Why this deafening silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2593084440460023784?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2593084440460023784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2593084440460023784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2593084440460023784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2593084440460023784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-checked-and-i-still-dont-have.html' title='I just checked and I still don&apos;t have a life'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5592528242609285022</id><published>2009-10-04T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:20:26.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back at Polyvore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set?.out=jpg&amp;amp;id=wshF2Uew3hGkVx1lyoKelA&amp;amp;size=x" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha. I have no idea what to do. I've played all the games at people.com. I wanted to edit my blog header but my brain is currently empty so I searched and searched and played with textures and walla, a set is produced. I hate how my sets are so messy. I need to organize it nicely but memang aku rajin ah kan sekarang? Bahahaha. I should be studying but yet here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed True Blood. I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/309/E0D6D665ECBC23927A9F7AA31CA737E4.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5592528242609285022?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5592528242609285022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5592528242609285022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5592528242609285022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5592528242609285022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-whos-back-at-polyvore.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back at Polyvore?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7220235255036025512</id><published>2009-10-03T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:32:45.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Everyone Here Make-Believe?</title><content type='html'>Err, Hi? I know I'm practically dead nowadays but hell with it. I blog when I want. (which is actually like never)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any kind of discrimination towards blogging. However, when it comes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; blogging, well, let's just put it this was : I have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to start. BLANK. BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.melissacwalker.com/blog/LovestruckSummer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 20px 20px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.melissacwalker.com/blog/LovestruckSummer2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought Lovestruck Summer by Melissa Walker. She's the first ever author to comment on my blog (this blog). Don't ask me how she found it. I have no idea. She even wished me happy birthday! God, was I thrilled. Anyway, Lovestruck Summer is about  Quinn's journey staying at Austin with her crazy sorrority cousin while interning at a major indie label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing with me is that I love reading books about music. I loved Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. I especially love the music references. Belle and Sebastian was an amazing discovery. It was wonderful. I downloaded almost all of the songs feat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Y5nEir%2BeL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 275px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Y5nEir%2BeL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eplteen.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/audrey-wait3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://eplteen.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/audrey-wait3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ured in the book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belle and Sebastian was an amazing discovery.&lt;/span&gt; I read Audrey, Wait!'s excerpt and I was practically jumping up and down when it mentioned Oasis's Don't Go Away. Its like a connection with the character. A bond that won't break. Music does that. So of course I'd want to read Lovestruck Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could connect with Quinn from the start. Quinn is like most of the teenagers I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--no this is not a review. I'm going somewhere with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that protective feeling you get when your favourite band-that-nobody-knows-about gets recognized and now everyone's ringtone is their song and you feel like f*ck them, I knew them first. Quinn's like that. Quinn hates those typical stereotype people who lists a band their favourite band just because of one song that aired on MTV. Quinn is a major indie die hard fan. She loathes country music. See, the thing with Austin is you get the best of both world ( I sound so Hannah Montana). Texas is of course the capital for country music and there's the indie world. Austin Music Fest is packed with indie bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the book. Quinn's cousin's neighbour, Russ is the typical frat cowboy. Of course, being a cowboy who is also in fraternity, he likes country music. But here's the major twist, Russ loves all types of music. He embraces every one of it. Even covers. Quinn, being the stereotype complains, like all of us (including me) about how no one knew of her favourite band until it appears on MTV. I was with Quinn all the way. Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Russ gave a life altering (okay not exactly but you get my point right? ) speech (more like a conversation but then again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's part of the conversation :&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn : I know what I like. It's a certain type of music and I'm just not into stuff like bluegrass and banjos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ : Music is music, Priscilla. (oh yeah, Russ calls Quinn by her first name) If you love music, you give it all a listen. You see what there is to learn in every song you hear. You take chances on shows. That's part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn : You think that manufactured pop countdown is music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ : Lots of your indie bands end up on those charts, let's not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn : I know. And I hate that. I hate when annoying giggly girls know one song from a great band because it just happened to be on a movie soundtrack or something. They're totally co-opting the music and sellling out the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ : Do you hear yourself? You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Who cares? If she likes the music, she likes the music. You don't own it. You can't tell people what to like -you can't control who likes the band you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but while I was reading it, it was like a bell rang in my head. Ding! It's so so true. We are the typical stereotype. We judge people for what they like. We have no right yet we still do it. Then, we hate it when it happens to us. I know I am. I was majorly pissed when Mayday Parade's video clip was on MTV. I was like, 'oh no now everyone's going to find out about them'. The same goes with Story of The Year and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3UBtRF1xsA"&gt;Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted to keep them a secret. However, at the end of the day, it's not mine to keep. Its not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh the book ended with Russ teaching Quinn about the beauty of universality in music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes with everything. Books, clothes, brands. It's a free world. So, as I'm trying to be more generous I'll share with you some of my current favourites like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone Elkeles's Perfect Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theyayayas.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/perfect-chemistry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://theyayayas.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/perfect-chemistry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I want this book so bad. Since it was first published which was like what? December 2008? Grr. I've been waiting for Kinokuniya to carry this title. Grrr. They are finally carrying this title and can you believe my luck? It wasn't there when I went. God. I'm aching for this book. Somebody please sponsor me. Please please. It's only RM40.57.  It has the best &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr0OtYYpyek"&gt;book tailer ever&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Meg Cabot bought a copy! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Meg Cabot, the new cover for the 3rd book in the airhead series is so gohjas. It's title is Runaway and this is the cover :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0MSoZkQ-Cc/SsTBO6zBE-I/AAAAAAAAAyE/-y854uaYs50/s1600/runaway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gohjas gila. I'm regretting for not following this series. I am so going to read Airhead and Being Nikki now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a book to look forward to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51A8dbRAKYL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51A8dbRAKYL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona can be hard to get along with: she's a little prickly, clueless, opinionated, and unrelenting. When a course on marriage, a requirement for graduation, forces her to wed Todd, a male cheerleader, she is flabbergasted. They are the worst match on the planet, and she just knows this will be torture. To make matters worse, her best friend announces that she is in love with Fiona's lifelong crush, and that she finds Fiona too self-absorbed. Fiona is, of course, hurt, and left without a friend on whom she can rely. However, her senior year is also filled with hilarious situations. As she deals with her trials and tribulations, Fiona learns a great deal about herself and about how to interact with other people. While the book is laugh-out-loud funny in some places, it also gives readers time to pause and think about priorities, relationships, and making the most of trying situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this one! Goshhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu lah kau February 2010. Aku akan datang berlari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I've got to go. Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7220235255036025512?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7220235255036025512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7220235255036025512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7220235255036025512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7220235255036025512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-everyone-here-make-believe.html' title='Is Everyone Here Make-Believe?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0MSoZkQ-Cc/SsTBO6zBE-I/AAAAAAAAAyE/-y854uaYs50/s72-c/runaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4216482373280304721</id><published>2009-08-07T20:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:36:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shalt Not Forget Ze False Pretense</title><content type='html'>I've never been good with self confidence. I can't really put my fingers on WHY because I so do not want to crack my head figuring out why I have such a low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read enough articles on self-help about your image to know that I'm not supposed to criticise myself but then again, what am I left to do? Humairah says I think too much. I don't know. But I do know this : it's one of the reason I don't blog that much lately as I'm afraid my writing sucks. (Okay, okay. My writing DO suck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Aiman has been bugging me on and on about posting, I've decided that I will. But before you start glorifying over the fact that I'm posting this because of you, Aiman, let me state that I do plan on having a major comeback (this isn't as major as I think I was planning it to be) way back before you asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after a round-up survey I've finally realised that a post is more interesting with the presence of pictures --Okay, so it's not exactly a survey since I'm the only who thinks so -- but I find myself more interested with post that have images on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I figured, why the hell not? If &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.megcabot.com/diary"&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/a&gt; can do it, then so can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went with this great determination to create a post filled with colourful images until suddenly my mind went blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF IMAGES SHOULD I UPLOAD MEHH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! TOTAL PARTY POOPER (oookay. random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... let me tell you about a website I'm currently addicted to -while it's not totally a new up and coming website-- I'm sure none of you ever thought of visiting it. Well, a lot of regret is coming your way, Huhn. Because this is totally shit stuff I tell you! And don't get me started on the hilarity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you always wanted to see the resemblance of Zac Efron with a dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the similarity between Michael Jackson and an egyptian statue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to www.totallylookslike.com and I bet you, you won't be dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One post though really did impressed me. I don't know if this is a coincidence or not but really, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://totallylookslike.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/random-spanish-comic-book-totally-looks-like-bella-swan.jpg?w=401&amp;amp;h=271" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, right? Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this reminds me of a post Coco Rocha did on her blog where she blogged her resemblance with a, wait for it, wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu6F2rqiQOc/Sg3qLC295zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gxxaqZi7EjY/s400/coco-rocha-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! ET! Haha. And to think Coco was really cool and aloof about that. Wow. She must have really high self confidence meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not high on self confidence I think its totally a major self esteem booster everytime I remind myself that I did a good job on choosing my celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel bad for those who are crazy over RPatz because I mean, how do you sleep at night when you see this face looking back at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SnwrYSzvTlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WeYa0BtKbGM/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367212552284491346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SnwrYSzvTlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WeYa0BtKbGM/s320/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAH! IN YOUR FACE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least I can indulge myself over this --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3800000/Gaspard-Ulliel-attends-Chanel-09-Fall-Winter-Haute-Couture-fashion-show-gaspard-ulliel-3812098-560-373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which by the way, is the least attractive image I could find of him on the internet and that said, it's far far faaaaaaaaaaaar way better than RPatz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannibal_Lecter"&gt;cannibalistic serial killer&lt;/a&gt; over Edward Cullen any time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he hangs out with Claudia Schiffer? Totally rufus. At least he's not spending time spoking pot like that ridiculous Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you will find me within, smiling at my jewels and laughing at the world&lt;/em&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the last sentence is from Ella Enchanted, my all time favourite book)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4216482373280304721?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4216482373280304721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4216482373280304721' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4216482373280304721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4216482373280304721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/08/thou-shalt-not-forget-ze-false-pretense.html' title='Thou Shalt Not Forget Ze False Pretense'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gu6F2rqiQOc/Sg3qLC295zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gxxaqZi7EjY/s72-c/coco-rocha-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8291155169279178791</id><published>2009-07-29T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:35:39.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word processing program</title><content type='html'>let's just pretend that we are aiming higher and it's all for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just stare at the mistake and wait till it break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I am the past and you are the present and She is the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8291155169279178791?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8291155169279178791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8291155169279178791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8291155169279178791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8291155169279178791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/07/word-processing-program.html' title='word processing program'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7131365491132122796</id><published>2009-06-23T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:37:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought You Knew How To Be Scared</title><content type='html'>I really love Sarah Dessen's books because her words are alway so true and totally quotable. The way she narrates a character, unbelieveably cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, she did a contest. To enter, you must take a picture that reminds you of any scene in any of her book. Here are two of the images that I think is really really really amazing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sarahdessen.com/livephotos/first%20honorable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from The Truth About Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sarahdessen.com/livephotos/third%20honorable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Just Listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7131365491132122796?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7131365491132122796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7131365491132122796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7131365491132122796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7131365491132122796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-you-knew-how-to-be-scared.html' title='I Thought You Knew How To Be Scared'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7157767357941735414</id><published>2009-06-19T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:58:39.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Envelope Will Represent My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTj26BRt5To&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTj26BRt5To&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my favourite song since 2007 :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to learn to play this on piano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7157767357941735414?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7157767357941735414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7157767357941735414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7157767357941735414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7157767357941735414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-envelope-will-represent-my-heart.html' title='This Envelope Will Represent My Heart'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5137949208692219614</id><published>2009-06-14T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:50:05.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tonight You're Only Here to Know</title><content type='html'>I guess saying that I'm lazy is an understatement. I just don't have enough self will to go through all the things that I'm supposed to. I just love to laze around. I also always procastinate. Hell, I'm a world class procastinator. That said, you won't be surprised at how many homeworks I have delayed till the end. I frustrates myself sometimes. I want to bang my head on the wall for being so lazy. I do not know what to do. I'm just extremely lazy. What the eff? I mean, since I know my problem shouldn't I be finding ways to change it? TO over turn the problem? Oh I suck. I also almost always never finish what I start. Exhibit A : My Book Blog. I have tons of books to review but yet when I have all the time in the world, I do nothing. I suck. Gosh. I know that. I really do. I need to change, I know that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I need someone who will scream at me. Who will force me to do all this. Who won't give up till I change. I need someone who will do that for me and who I love too much to hate despite the fact that said someone would be forcing me to do stuffs I hate to do. Where can I sign up to find that someone? Oh and if you're thinking I want this someone for romantic reasons you couldn't be more wrong. I just want someone 24/7 to tell me what to do. To make me want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I am totally not making sense here. I do not know why I just wrote that. I think it's prolly because I'm bored and everyone is offline meaning I can't annoy the crap out of them. Heh. I need to sleep. Or watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye. Sleep tight. Okay, I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5137949208692219614?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5137949208692219614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5137949208692219614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5137949208692219614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5137949208692219614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-tonight-youre-only-here-to-know.html' title='For Tonight You&apos;re Only Here to Know'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-43967105281594524</id><published>2009-06-11T07:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:58:21.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLD ME TIGHT OR YOU'LL BE DEAD</title><content type='html'>I NEED BOOOOOOOOOOOOKSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Ahh. I feel like emailing Steph Su right now and just randomly give her the titles so that she'll mail it straight away and I'll get it faster but I know Ill regret it I need to carefully pick out the titles. Allllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I'm dealing with a serious case of insomnia or if I'm just forcing myself to stay awake. How do you figure that out? Ahaha. Internet sucks. It keeps me awake. I've just watched How To Deal on Youtube because I'm too damn impatient. I didn't watched the whole movie though because I have this weird feeling that says I'm going to regret watching it on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the happiest person in the world if I get Boys Next Door today. Seriously. I want to live in NY just so I can go to the BEA. Berapa ribu arcs dapat dekat situ. Tupid-say. Tupid-say. Abi-bay. Abi-bay. And I hate hate everyone who has read Catching Fire. Shit lah. Its out on September. No fair wey. I love Gale. I love Katniss. I hate you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I talk crap. Bye. I need to get ready because its 8 am and I haven't showered plus I'm pretty sure I have panda eyes right now. But that's not really a big deal. Pandas are cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-43967105281594524?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/43967105281594524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=43967105281594524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/43967105281594524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/43967105281594524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/06/hold-me-tight-or-youll-be-dead.html' title='HOLD ME TIGHT OR YOU&apos;LL BE DEAD'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2980488485040193691</id><published>2009-06-09T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:24:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Fruity Flavoured Toothpaste It's The Best You Can Do</title><content type='html'>I want to turn anorexic. Heh. I bet I don't have enough will-power to do so. And who the puck wants to be anorexic? I rather have 5 extra pounds hanging around me than being anorexic. Okay. I seriously don't know why I'm talking about anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sound so lame but here is the truth : I need to get hold on my much overdue homework's. I have tons oh and Alam Ria Cuti Sekolah or whatsoever? What the Hell? El-stupidos. I need to finish my history homework and update my add math homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but since I've read about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babi guling,&lt;/span&gt; I keep talking about it. It's so wickedly funny to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babi guling&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. That's a Balinese traditional food by the way. Speaking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not cursing, seriously), I've just learnt Pig Latin! I'm so excited because I've heard about it for so long but never really could understand it. I read See Jane Score (yep, finally bought the book) and learnt the language in there. It's not that hard. Actually, it's very easy but it might be difficult to be said spontaneously. I love learning odd languages. Example : In Jean Ure's Boys On The Brain I learned the Ibby Language. I didnt master the language but I personally find it hilarious when I curse people by saying sibtupid miboron. It's a private joke just between me and Jean Ure. *yeah right*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen all 4 of Harry Potter's trailer? It's awesome. I can't wait plus I just love Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger. Don't worry Fatin. Rupert Grint will always be yours. I still don't know what you see in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeei- I hate Blossom. I don't know why but since I was 8 I've always hated her. She's so bossy and she thinks she's the wisest one. Her with her long strawberry blonde (is it?) hair and stupid ribbon bow. She's annoying. I know what you're going to say and that Bubbles is worse but I just don't like Blossom. At least Bubbles is annoying and she knows it. Everyone knows it. Blossom just expects people to think she's cute and adorable when I just want to hit her head with a fishing pole. I hate Blossom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry that was just my inner 8 year old self submerging from the inside to vent out in anger what she has kept inside for so long. Duh, I was a PPG Fangirl. Isn't that obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Navid is in Cory in the House? Hahahaha. That's just disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wello-Hello-Yellow. I've got to go because it's already 12 am and I don't plan on pulling an all-nighter.  I need to go and finish watching He's Just Not That Into You that is stuck in my dvd player for the past 5 days.  Plus, I've got to wake up on 10 am tomorrow for a Live chat with Melissa Walker. I'm so cool, I can hear you gasp right now. Oh and did you know, I watched Gaspard baby Ulliel yesterday! Bless Vision Four for airing Young Hannibal. Woot. I loveee Gaspard Ulliel and I forgive him for sharing the screen with Gong Li. Sorry Gong Li. I tried but I couldn't. I just don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why I'm sharing these useless information with you but crap, that's just me. Nothing to crap about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy I'll go before Mr. Krab comes and crap me out. RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukanya lagu ni -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYE1sG_cq5E&amp;feature=channel_page&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2980488485040193691?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2980488485040193691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2980488485040193691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2980488485040193691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2980488485040193691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/06/eat-your-fruity-flavoured-toothpaste.html' title='Eat Your Fruity Flavoured Toothpaste It&apos;s The Best You Can Do'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-9095741584059778020</id><published>2009-06-03T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:02:38.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Beautiful Disaster</title><content type='html'>I am not dead. "Dead is so Last Year." I am Immortal. ---blufffffffffffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I refuse to be away for a month and before you say anything let me clear things out : I haven't been away for a month. Its one day short of a month so seee, I still win. L-O-S-E-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point of blogging or perhaps I just don't have time to blog. Fine. Maybe its because of the slow internet connection and the fact that I'm just plain lazy. Fine. You win. I'm lazy. Happy? I'm finally admitting it. I am L-A-Z-Y. I think this is going on good. After all, admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, right? Or something like that. I can't bloody hell remember everything. What do you take me for? Okay whatever. I am going to cherish the moment while it last because the internet connection is faaaaaaaast plus this is the only time I'll have before my father realizes that I've flunked my tests and therefore am banned from going online. Truly though, I don't think I'm all to blame. After all, I did told him I'm failing just to give him a heads up. You've gotta give me some credit for honesty, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh before I forget and because I don't always say this, THANK YOU REALLY for all the birthday wishes. I don't say thank you enough and in case you are wondering if I got your text or not, thats a yes. I did get it but I just don't like to reply back. Not to say I dont appreciate you wishing me happy birthday. I just dont like texting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best birthday wish : From Rachel Vail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know its like just a comment on Facebook but what the f. I don't care. Rachel Vail wished me Happy Birthday! I still remember last year when Melissa Walker commented my blog and wished me happy birthday! I was literally intoxicated with euphoria. I am totally aware of me bragging but who the hell cares when Rachel Vail, the author of If We Kiss and You, Maybe just wished you Happy Birthday. Okay okay. I am moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get for my birthday? Well. Nothing. Yet. My dad says and I quote "doesn't see the point of buying you another book because I buy you books every week". In My humble opinion, he's exaggerating. He doesn't buy me a book every week. Maybe once a fortnight or so. Anyhow, I do not know what to ask for so if you could come up with an interesting idea that you think I might enjoy, please do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I have to go and update my other blog because I just have to. I dont have to explain everything to you, right? Heh. Whatevs. Bye bye. I am going to figure out which books to buy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-9095741584059778020?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/9095741584059778020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=9095741584059778020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/9095741584059778020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/9095741584059778020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-what-beautiful-disaster.html' title='Oh What a Beautiful Disaster'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3740704079094978781</id><published>2009-05-04T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:02:23.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl ; She is Divine.</title><content type='html'>Adlin Atikah Husni. Ah, where shall I began? This annoying little midget whom I glad is finally out of my sight as I can't stand having to block my eyes everytime she's within my visiblity range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Kita petik kata Mubyn ' Jk la you guys. Jk okay? Jk jee. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tahu Adlin takkan sempat baca post ni, rasa macam nak isytiharkan pada seluruh dunia yang gila takda life online je memanjang (Okay, gila terasa) yang Adlin Atikah lah permaisuri yang mampu bertakhta di hati ini *bodoh gila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenal dia waktu darjah 1. Haa, siapa nak pecah record? Bak datang ah. Tapi it isnt as great as it sound sebab kenal dia tuh macam more of a statement than a reality of mine. Dia sama kelas time darjah satu. Kita ingat pun sebab ada 3 orang nama Atiqah dalam kelas tu, so Adlin don't think this is something significant, it's not. *petik kata Mubyn lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak rapat pun all through elementary school. Tak kisah pun apa dia buat, dia patah kaki ke kahwin lari ke. Tak kisah langsung. Then came Form 1, the year that changes both of our lives, literally, because that was the year Adlin's infatuation towardss me grew and I just can't handle it I had to get a restraining order. ( Who says I'm incapable of being dramatic?) THe truth is though, rapat dengan Adlin sebab sama bas and *coughs* Adlin ada some sort of *icantfindtheexactword* on this really lame guy on the bus and one thing leads to another, kitorang pun rapat. Nothing special, no kiss in the rain. No declaration of love on the Coffee Station. I am not Seth Cohen, people.(sumpah that came out randomly) Adlin suka gila group 15, dialah orang yang paling semangat sangat (kesalahan tatabahasa! takpa, ni some futuristic sort of hiperbola). Oh and Adlin read books. Sometimes, I read her books in advance as she is so slow ( tapi tak slow macam Dona lah). To be frank, I'm only using her to get by the books. *petik kata Mubyn lagi sekali. Tak tau lah macam mana nak describe Adlin only it has been fun laughing with and at her. Its probably one of the major reason I go to school everyday. (Terharu Adlin kalau dia baca ni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang Adlin walaupun awak bagitahu kita Jacob is a werewolf, Sayang Adlin walaupun adik dia lagi sayang kita, Sayang Adlin walaupun awak selalu lambat naik bas, Sayang Adlin walaupun dia lupa beli paper cup time reunion, Sayang Adlin walaupun dia lembik gila kena cubit sikit dah sakit,  Sayang Adlin walaupun awak suka jiran awak tu (Oops, terbocor rahsia) and last but not least Sayang Adlin sebab setiap saat kita berjauhan, bayangan wajahku terbayang bayang di sinaran matamu bagaikan memujuk dirimu untuk tidak merindui ku. (Haha, siapa baca novel melayu sekarang?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;benci sri puteri sebab ambil kawan kawan yang minat membaca. Ambil lah yang loser duduk melanguk tepi jalan tu je, tak ke banyak sikit pahala?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3740704079094978781?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3740704079094978781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3740704079094978781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3740704079094978781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3740704079094978781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-girl-she-is-divine.html' title='That Girl ; She is Divine.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3515790918027660883</id><published>2009-05-03T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:03:25.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Becomes of A Broken-Hearted?</title><content type='html'>Why, Hello there. I've just awaken from the dead. Its good to be alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop quiz time ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you don't post for a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog becomes :&lt;br /&gt;A: abandoned&lt;br /&gt;B: isolated&lt;br /&gt;C: neglected&lt;br /&gt;D: all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, I just pre-ordered Lock and Key US Paperback version, woot. I can't wait I can't bloody wait shit I am so not kidding I am serious you see I'm serious I'm serious I'm se-- what the hell? Of course I can wait. Patience is my middle name. *barfs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think this world is lacking of good keeper guys. Not the goalkeeper. Trust me, one is enough especially if he's living under the same roof. I meant the kind of guy you'd want to bake cookies and make fruit cobblers to. We all should go and watch The Good Guy and learn from there. While we're at it, us girls can totally ogle over Scott Porter (he's moderate though Kitsch, ahhh Kitsch. I can't remember why I hated him in FNL.) What the hell am I talking about? I don't even remember what The Good Guy is all about. Isn't it the movie with Alexis Bledel and Aaron Yoo? I think it is. Hmm *mind scrolling...* Nope. Can't recall. Yeah yeah. I suck, big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I need to be taller. I mean that, big time!! 3 cm wouldn't hurt would it? Seriously. 5'7 isn't asking too much kan? I like being tall. It makes me feel less vulnerable than I already am. Now, everyone seems to be towering above me. Is this another way for life to show me that I'm running out of things to mention in my best feature? I'm getting shorter by the second, pimples are all over my face especially on the forehead (the one place I actually prided over being smooth), I found out that my noes are actually crooked. Way to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ray, give me some sugar. I've recently remembered how much I love Sugar Ray despite its crazy lead singer with all those tattoos. When It's Over and Someday is an all-time favourite. Sometimes, I would find myself living in the past. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to look at it : I prefer Desktop Computer than Mini Laptops. I prefer old Britney than New Britney. I prefer Ipod Classic than Ipod Nano. I prefer books than audiobooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those are just to name a few. I'm one old fashioned bitch. How I wish I was born in the 1930's. Okay, that is for no particular reason. It came out randomly, so excuse my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why, I have to go. Beauty sleep awaits. *coughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3515790918027660883?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3515790918027660883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3515790918027660883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3515790918027660883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3515790918027660883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-becomes-of-broken-hearted.html' title='What Becomes of A Broken-Hearted?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8951442985196737206</id><published>2009-04-24T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:03:55.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want More Crap, Need To Be More Random.</title><content type='html'>Question : Why does my other blog, which only contains 17 post has more 20 followers than this one, which holds 200 post?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : I'm cool. You guys just don't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. Bodoh bodoh bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nak menari salsa sekarang jugak dekat tengah jalan sebab OMG, Rachel Cohn and David Levithan is up for another colloboration. That's the shizznit, homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quoted &lt;/em&gt;-"Nancy Hinkel at Knopf Books for Young Readers has acquired an untitled love story from Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Cohn and Levithan are the authors of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, which was released as a movie last year; their second novel, Naomi &amp;amp; Ely’s No Kiss List, is in development as a feature film. The new book, which is set at Christmastime in New York City, stars 16-year-old Dash and Lily, who "meet" when Dash finds Lily’s red notebook tucked in the J.D. Salinger section at the Strand Bookstore. Inside the notebook is a scavenger hunt of sorts, to help find a potential boyfriend for Lily. The pub date is set for October 12, 2010."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that so much fun? Cohn/ Levithan has this knack of writing really random craps that makes you laugh out loud like a hyena resulting to strange weird stares given to you. Seriously. It's all No Mo, Fo Shizzo stuffs man. Its not really the kind of honest book where you can get inside the character but its freaking hilarious and I love the way they narrate each character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Norah was fun (even though I still yearn for the purple cover. Damn You!) because I'm always up for some education on the Jersey music scene plus I can't just say no to conversations about McCartney and Lennon, right? &lt;em&gt;I freaking wanna hold your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi and Ely is more complicated. Instead of the dual narrative voice, it comes for every corner of perpectives thus resulting to a way complex understanding but fun nevertheless. Also, this book makes me want a gay bestfriend more so badly just because I'd love to fight over the glitter belt (even if I don't own one, but hey I'm optimistic) but that problem is resolved as Winnie is officially MY GAY BESTFRIEND! Hahaha. He's on the way to be a pure gay but I'm patient, I'll guide him through. Oh, I also love the Robin girl and Robin boy relationship. I love that tiny icons they have, its adorable. As I am a bit slow on mind, I have to call Humairah at times and ask her what some icons stands for. She's fantabulous, that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new book sounds promising. Also, J. D Salinger? Awesome. I've never read any of his books but from Mark Chapman (who loves it so much he decides to follow the kid in the book and kill Lennon) and Lauren Barnholdt's obsession on Catcher In The Rye (which is why she has mentioned in two of her books) and I think I get the idea. I don't know what I'm expecting for this third collobaration but I know it'll be good, so I'll be nice and keep repeating my mantra 'book is great' until October next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A BREAK. I WANT TO BE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8951442985196737206?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8951442985196737206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8951442985196737206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8951442985196737206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8951442985196737206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/want-more-crap-need-to-be-more-random.html' title='Want More Crap, Need To Be More Random.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5464039452006327126</id><published>2009-04-17T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:50:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gave Love A Bad Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you want the sunrise to go back to bed, I want to make you laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Paperweight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*tahu lah lembab sebab baru dengar pasal dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5464039452006327126?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5464039452006327126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5464039452006327126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5464039452006327126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5464039452006327126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-gave-love-bad-name_17.html' title='You Gave Love A Bad Name'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6960306632872527622</id><published>2009-04-12T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:45:42.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Cry Mercy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went to school. On a Saturday. I am getting used to this, since this year, I've already went to school on Saturday 3 times. I like school on a Saturday, for the reason that there is no rush, crowds and unwanted noises surrounding, oh and also, no studying. That was priceless. I played hangman again, but this time with Ching Yee. I won, by a very large margin. Ching Yee keeps blaming me, saying that my words are too tough and she sucks at general knowledge. I don't think she's lying because she doesn't even know what a pistachio is. We got into a heated argument over this until I had to ask Jer Rick if pistachio is, indeed very common. I won, no surprise there. I also made a startling discovery. There is such thing as glue tape. It looks like a roller but every time you roll it, it gets sticky. I thought that its sticky because the tape has finished. Mean Ching Yee made me believe that, until Yee Xian told me otherwise. I hate Ching Yee. I seriously do. Yasmin joined PRS so she was gone most of the time. Puan Fazilah wants to cook for us for the next school on a saturday. I was happy to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SeGa6Bk4L6I/AAAAAAAAATw/lNh1VMRNbMA/s1600-h/samantha_who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323706556174839714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SeGa6Bk4L6I/AAAAAAAAATw/lNh1VMRNbMA/s320/samantha_who.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I spent most of my time sitting in front of my laptop, googling, wikipedia-ing and blog surfing. I was on a midst of writing a post when I heard that familiar theme song upstairs. I dashed up and realize its Samantha Who. I should have watched this show since last year, when it premiered on NTV7. Regrets, regrets. I love Samantha Who, don't you? It reminds me of Remember Me by Sophie Kinsella. Maybe its because both of them are amnesiac, or the fact that both was a total bitch in their before-amnesia- life. A few weeks back, I found out that Cecelia Ahern created the show which results in me shrieking out loud to my poor brother's ears when I saw her name today. He actually flinched, and then punched my forearm (typical). My brother thinks I'm lunatic, I like to think of myself as an enthusiastic. There's nothing wrong with that, right? Cikgu Khalid likes Samantha Who too (I could be Dr. Suess if this rhyming thing goes on longer). Christina Applegate is adorable (and so is the soundtrack for SW. I particularly enjoyed the episode The Boss's closing song) since The Sweetest Thing. She has much nicer hair back then. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for brunette's. I'm sad that this show is ending. Another 18 days till the season finale. For the first time ever, I'm glad that Malaysia is slow because I'll still get to watch the show. (See? Totally Dr. Seuss) Consider it a sort of rerun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehehe, an exclusive of my top celebrity lesbian crush (oops. there goes my secret) with her 2nd daughter, Seraphina is &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b118263_first_glimpse_jennifer_garner_with.html"&gt;out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;p/s; Aren't they so cute together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090410/300.milligan.stroup.lc.041009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/photos/gallery.jsp?galleryUUID=6&amp;amp;intcid=home_coverflow-photo-The_Big_Picture"&gt;E! Online&lt;/a&gt; for amazing celeb photos including a shot of adorable Mathilda Ledger with Mummy and boyfriend, Spike Jonze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;edited : just because I hate RP doesnt mean I hate New Moon. That's my second fav Twilight book. Eclipse's the first. Here you go. An official poster :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SeG378ktRHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AmpeMcmMub0/s1600-h/edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323738475028890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SeG378ktRHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AmpeMcmMub0/s320/edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7872874456593471087-6960306632872527622?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6960306632872527622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6960306632872527622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6960306632872527622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6960306632872527622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-cry-mercy.html' title='We Cry Mercy!'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SeGa6Bk4L6I/AAAAAAAAATw/lNh1VMRNbMA/s72-c/samantha_who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8433128428990504994</id><published>2009-04-11T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:05:32.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know Me Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sd-lnURau9I/AAAAAAAAASs/ru9Hay1bMSU/s1600-h/Cool,+I+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323155379450461138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sd-lnURau9I/AAAAAAAAASs/ru9Hay1bMSU/s320/Cool,+I+am.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now you wished you've known me better.&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/7872874456593471087-8433128428990504994?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8433128428990504994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8433128428990504994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8433128428990504994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8433128428990504994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-dont-know-me-anymore.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know Me Anymore'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sd-lnURau9I/AAAAAAAAASs/ru9Hay1bMSU/s72-c/Cool,+I+am.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4781112667357420487</id><published>2009-04-04T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:14:37.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Break Your Heart Any Day Of The Week</title><content type='html'>There is this weird voice in my head, telling me to delete this blog. Just as I'm about to, I hear this faint glimmer of sound, screaming 'No!' and I'm not sure which one is my heart's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I know you guys practically breathes in my words, I need your help. Help Me, Help You. *lol, that sounds lame* Oh shit, what am I talking about? I am lame. I am the epitome of lame. I am ultimately the lamest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to write, because everytime I attempt to write something meaningful, it just comes out as forced. I still refuse to write about my day, because I do not want to be the one held responsible for your death. I am torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So do you know how tormenting tuesday is? First, I spend 6 hours at that stupid place where I am supposedly studying. (Truth is, inside, I am soundly asleep). Walk home from school which takes about half an hour. Reach home, do that daily routine, practices piano until its time for class at 4. Sleeps from 5-7 (due to exhaustation) then&lt;em&gt;, then&lt;/em&gt; starts my TV routine.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Lipstick Jungle&lt;br /&gt;9 - 90210&lt;br /&gt;930 - Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;10 - Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;1030 - Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just feel sorry for me? This is what I have to endure on every tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know what I want? Like, really badly deadly want? I want to watch Sixteen Candles and that other half of Pretty In Pink. No, its not because I am suddenly in love with Molly Ringwald. She's  okay but I don't know. It sounds just so ever interesting. I feel like a movie marathon, but the oldies one rather tha the new one. I've never seen When Harry Met Sally, can you believe it? I know right. How sad, but that is the truth. Conclusion ; I am sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so out of touch with life! ARGHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4781112667357420487?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4781112667357420487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4781112667357420487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4781112667357420487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4781112667357420487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-could-break-your-heart-any-day-of.html' title='I Could Break Your Heart Any Day Of The Week'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5583612577623262994</id><published>2009-03-29T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:46:48.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, This is another Book Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But 'fraid Not! This might just catch your attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc8IKwg1u1I/AAAAAAAAARs/eGc25mdWIQE/s1600-h/9780312596262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318478665862200146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc8IKwg1u1I/AAAAAAAAARs/eGc25mdWIQE/s320/9780312596262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is Alexis Bledel on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Description ;&lt;/em&gt; Ryden Malby had a plan. Step One: do well in high school, thereby achieving Step Two: get a kick-butt college scholarship. Step Three – limit her beer pong in order to keep said scholarship – wasn’t always easy. Now that she’s finally graduated, it’s time for Step Four: moving to LA to land her dream job at the city’s best publishing house. So far, Ryden’s three-for-three, but she’s about to stumble on Step Four….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jessica Bard, Ryden’s college nemesis—the prettiest, smartest, most ambitious girl at school—steals her perfect job, Ryden’s forced to move back to her childhood home in the Valley. Stuck with her eccentric family – a karate-obsessed dad, a politically incorrect grandma, a spoiled-brat little brother – and a growing stack of rejected job applications, Ryden starts to feel like she’s going nowhere. The only upside is spending time with her best friend Adam—and running into her hot next-door neighbor David. But if Ryden’s going to survive life as a post-grad, it may be time to come up with a new plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am uberly excited for both the book and movie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc8HL2EE07I/AAAAAAAAARk/rfAHWqgmifo/s1600-h/la-candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318477585020408754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc8HL2EE07I/AAAAAAAAARk/rfAHWqgmifo/s320/la-candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You read it right. It is not some kind of weird illusion. This is&lt;br /&gt;written by L.C. , baby! It's her first YA novel. She signed a three-book-series contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series would be about a behind-the-scenes story of a young girl who moves to L.A and unexpectedly becomes the star of a reality television show. Sounds familiar? Yes, this book is loosely based on Lauren's life. L.A Candy hits the shelves on June 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you as anxious as I am for this book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5583612577623262994?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5583612577623262994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5583612577623262994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5583612577623262994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5583612577623262994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-this-is-another-book-post.html' title='Yes, This is another Book Post'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc8IKwg1u1I/AAAAAAAAARs/eGc25mdWIQE/s72-c/9780312596262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2189591598819236400</id><published>2009-03-28T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:22:35.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celeb Junkie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Dakota Fanning all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267234397489266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5H307ciHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IrZ2osVOSoE/s320/Amanda+Lookalike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of Amanda Seyfried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267240354964914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5H4LH0ZbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iKQpcQT-tkM/s320/Amanda+Seyfried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom I've just discovered was on the cover of Francine Pascal's Victoria Martin series before she made it big. --I've read My Mother Was Never A Kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5H4TY0-pI/AAAAAAAAARE/6HR1PpU5XvY/s1600-h/Francine+Pascal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267242573789842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5H4TY0-pI/AAAAAAAAARE/6HR1PpU5XvY/s320/Francine+Pascal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischa Barton just broke off her almost one-year relationship with boyfriend, Luke Pritchard of The Kooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5M4MIRB8I/AAAAAAAAARU/_IS5uSFMPk4/s1600-h/Sexy+Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318272738183415746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5M4MIRB8I/AAAAAAAAARU/_IS5uSFMPk4/s320/Sexy+Hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final episode of ER is finally here! With my lovely Noah Wyle and guess who as the latest addition of ER doctor? Alexis Bledel! Woooooooot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/watch_with_kristin/b106575_er_early_look_very_last_one.html"&gt;click here to find out more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, on a totally unrelated note, I just want to make Asue jealous because she has just developed a crush on Hugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5H4iOUFkI/AAAAAAAAARM/0qkIBKfzdiA/s1600-h/Hehehei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267246556223042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5H4iOUFkI/AAAAAAAAARM/0qkIBKfzdiA/s320/Hehehei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even find a picture of them holding hands so this was the best. Isnt the picture breathtaking? It looks like it came out from an ad in a magazine (just ignore the JFXonline.com thing, I know I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Dancy is Prince Charmont from the 2004 movie Ella Enchanted starring Anne Hathaway. (Hah, in your face. Prince Charmont is so much better in book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met Claire Danes on the set of Evening also starring Toni Collete, Natasha Richardson and veteran actress Vanessa Redgrave. They eventually hook up but broke up for a couple of months before giving their relationship a second chance. Hugh finally proposed on 9 Feb 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEADS UP, Pie-Pie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2189591598819236400?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2189591598819236400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2189591598819236400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2189591598819236400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2189591598819236400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/celeb-junkie.html' title='Celeb Junkie!'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/Sc5H307ciHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IrZ2osVOSoE/s72-c/Amanda+Lookalike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2378667466765720545</id><published>2009-03-28T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:05:42.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Too Far To Survive The Fall</title><content type='html'>Do you know how tormenting it is to enter a bookstore and leave without purchasing a thing? There I was, so excited to see Jessica's Guide on the new release section, but I held my breath because I know I can't afford it. (Hardcovers are such bitchesssssss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I saw City of Bones and City of Ashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY HEART LITERALLY STOPPED BEATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing every second in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am such a total dweeb, I read Clary's birthday part in City of Bones. I just love spoilers! I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what? Sweethearts the paperback version is available in MPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; I promise the next time I post, it will contain more than 250 character anddddddd it's not going to be about books. I just can't resist posting about books! PERGHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2378667466765720545?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2378667466765720545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2378667466765720545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2378667466765720545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2378667466765720545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-too-far-to-survive-fall.html' title='Its Too Far To Survive The Fall'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4096906588008432635</id><published>2009-03-26T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:08:07.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Run Away From Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mortalinstruments.com/"&gt;Mortal Instruments Trilogy&lt;/a&gt; sounds &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fbabigila&lt;/span&gt; macam best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://www.gayleforman.com/books/if-i-stay/"&gt;If I Stay by Gayle Forman&lt;/a&gt; is like bloody hell interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so badly want to read &lt;a href="http://www.mandyhubbard.com/index.php/books/"&gt;Mandy Hubbard's Prada and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt; out on June 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone generous enough to buy these for me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I have to live in Malaysia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4096906588008432635?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4096906588008432635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4096906588008432635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4096906588008432635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4096906588008432635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/lusting-not-best-thing.html' title='Let&apos;s Run Away From Here'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3247369699318754420</id><published>2009-03-26T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:44:14.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd Be Inclined To Be Mine For The Taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't care if you've been better. All I care is that you're trying to be greater.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not some stupid song where I tell you about the textures of your lips, or expressing that my love to you is so deep. This is just some pathetic attempt, lame I know, but my heart yearns for something more. I am that fool who screams on the top of the hill. Who blames nature for how his life turns out to be. I am the actor playing his last scene on stage. Who puts on a mask and smiles for the world. I am the singer who belts out the melody. Who reaches the highest notes because he cant reach up high on the sky. I am at fault, guilty as charged. Frisk me up, lock me down in the chamber. My soul has drifted away, gone but always in my mine, I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i have a pretty imaginative brain, which brings me no good. Sad to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;say)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3247369699318754420?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3247369699318754420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3247369699318754420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3247369699318754420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3247369699318754420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/youd-be-inclined-to-be-mine-for-taking.html' title='You&apos;d Be Inclined To Be Mine For The Taking'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7697691868107942725</id><published>2009-03-23T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:42:23.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Worth The Blood That Flows In My Vein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand,&lt;br /&gt;The hand that held the steel:&lt;br /&gt;For only blood can wipe out blood,&lt;br /&gt;And only tears can heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7697691868107942725?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7697691868107942725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7697691868107942725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7697691868107942725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7697691868107942725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/distraction-unwanted.html' title='You Are Not Worth The Blood That Flows In My Vein'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2025449184846658378</id><published>2009-03-22T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:22:11.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Najwa :D</title><content type='html'>I've known her for 8 years and god damn it woman, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant write a long post because a long post would be too long. I dont know how to start because you are so many wonderful things .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 facts about her :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's born on 7th June 1993 at Clinic Sambhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Her house is like a pet shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She used to love Good Charlotte! (Haha. I still remember that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She is Rupert Grint's number one fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She prefer sad endings than happy endings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a multi-talented person. She writes beautifully, she takes ama-za-zing pictures, she's terribly good with photoshop, she plays the piano like a pro and to top all of that, she's a brilliant student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is also the most modest person I know. Down-to-earth gila. She never brags about anything (except when it comes to books). Her collection of books is --well, lets just put it this way ; she's lucky I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she is a worse book-geek than I am! HAHAHAHAHA. She reads almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to tease me for being sentimental (because I sang along to Daniel Beddingfield's If You're Not The One) but Im sure she's much more of a softie than I will ever be. &lt;em&gt;this is not a joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we've grown apart these pst few years, Fatin but trust me when I say, you are that person who walks into my life when the whole world walks out. (I think its something like that. Tak ingatlah ur fav quote tu. Mine is so much easier ; I love you is eight letters, so is bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also the only one who came to my 11th Birthday Party! Yep, the only one. We ended up celebrating with my neighbours but thank you Fatin. For always being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Fatin Najwa even if you haven't read Perfect You yet. &lt;em&gt;(haha, saja je nak tulis jugak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you sampai urat tercabut, sampai gigi tinggal dua, sampai kepala dah botak licin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woman, you are a damn charming lass wether you like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; please invite me to your wedding :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2025449184846658378?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2025449184846658378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2025449184846658378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2025449184846658378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2025449184846658378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/najwa-d.html' title='Najwa :D'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3519070925419240396</id><published>2009-03-21T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:30:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, How about some ego boost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just a quick post to say I'm off to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like boasting about Lisa Mcmann (yes, that author!) who just emailed me (what can I say? ;p) to say that I have a pretty name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HYPERVENTILATION STARTS NOW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still cracking my brain to figure out what to write about Fatin! It is so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3519070925419240396?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3519070925419240396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3519070925419240396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3519070925419240396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3519070925419240396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-how-about-some-ego-boost.html' title='Hey, How about some ego boost?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7581750861841772378</id><published>2009-03-19T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:13:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, Don't Go Off Running Just Yet.</title><content type='html'>There I was, relieved that I could somehow run from the frenzy of familiar faces until I saw that annoying fag from Ampang, waving his arm frantically. A greeting, perhaps? Or is he really just excited to see me? Me, and my famiy that is. All that's left to it. Oh shit. I feel so embarassed that I might even give up eating sushi if it means no one will recognize me. What were the odds that this guy, this mo (if I could say so judging from his thick mascara, and constant hand gestures) from Genting would be transferred back to Klcc's. I mean, what? Is this some sign to say that I've been eating way too much sushi? Blame my little brother on that. But, I get enough of that in Ampang and Jusco AU. Now I need to get it at Klcc too? And to make matter worse, he actually sat with us and chatted up. As if he were our long-lost cousin from Beirut. What could a girl at the peak of adolescent stage could do but to slouch and slink back on her seat, willing that she was Sabrina The Teenage Witch and could dissapear. Adding insults to injury was that when I looked up, I saw the guy opposite of me. At the kaiten, was that guy who worked at Ampang too. He, of course did some chatting of his own with my father. Who looks like he's enjoying all that attention. Gosh, the moment of terror. I can't really complain, though. It is a father's job to embarass his kids, right? Wasn't it in some guide book on parenting for dummies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. I can't wait for Wolverine ; The Origin. Not much excited about seeing Hugh Jackman as I am about Taylor Kitsch. I wasn't a huge fan of him as say, Sarah Dessen. There was just something distant that didn't make me connected with his alter ego, Tim Riggins in FNL. But ZOMG, he was mighty fine in the trailer. Chris Pine was a sight for sore eyes in Star Trek, that is true. Not the greatest fan, watching Blind Dating changed that for me. He has potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I'm cheating on Gaspard. How can I forget him? With his translucent skin, dreamy eyes. His gaze sears into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually sound like a normal teenager, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s; I bought The Hunger Games. In your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7581750861841772378?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7581750861841772378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7581750861841772378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7581750861841772378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7581750861841772378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-dont-go-off-running-just-yet.html' title='Now, Don&apos;t Go Off Running Just Yet.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4461327984886602772</id><published>2009-03-18T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:46:50.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I Take My Coffee Black.</title><content type='html'>Okay. I am flabbergasted. I am excited. Ask me why I'm excited? (and yes, it has something to do with books. Come on, don't you know me better?) I, of all people, found out that Little Black Dress will be making a reprint of See Jane Score. If you are a loyal reader of mine and remembers every tiny little detail I've mentioned you will remember me getting heartbroken over the fact that LBD doesn't make copies of the book. So, what a joy, indeed right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Jane Score is written by Rachel Gibson. Its a romance novel. (Oh no, there goes my secret!) Yeap, this is me self-professing that romance novels are my guilty pleasure. Exclusive :Breaking Story! E! News worthy. But hey, if Bette from Everybody Worth Knowing can read it since she's 12, so can I. and I'm 4 years older. Well, almost. In about 2 months and a half. Stop making fun of me. As if you don't have your own guilty pleasure. Oh, yes you do. You just don't know it yet. Anyway, I've read about 3 of Rachel Gibson's book but this, thiss was my favourite. All I had to do was read the summary and fell head over heels. You know how I can't resist the classic love-hate attraction. Just think 10 Things I Hate About You, and The Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.littleblackdressbooks.com/images/books-page/large/see-jane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I can't wait to get my hands on this! Seriously, seriously! Rasa macam nak keluar rumah pukul 2 pagi ketuk pintu jiran lepas tu main kejar kejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange truth is, that there is already copy of this book in stores at Kinokuniya since last year. Published by Avon. I know, I couldve read it by now. I just wanted LBD to publish it. I don't know why. Strange, isnt it? Okay. Okay. So it might be a bit because LBD's book are way cheaper than Avon's. I mean, rm19.90 compared with rm31.96 (you do the math. I suck at math). And also of the cover. LBD has much much more interesting covers which won't cause other people giving me stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I have to do is wait. Wait for the book here, in Malaysia. Which I don't think will take very long. As far as I know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely see me score! Woooott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4461327984886602772?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4461327984886602772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4461327984886602772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4461327984886602772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4461327984886602772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-i-take-my-coffee-black.html' title='Sorry, I Take My Coffee Black.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4897389492291914359</id><published>2009-03-17T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:38:39.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, You Generous People!</title><content type='html'>I did my routine of blog hopping, just to see whats new on the lit blogs when POOF! I saw this title that, literally took my breath away. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/thestorysiren.com"&gt;The Story Siren&lt;/a&gt; have decided to give out 10 arcs in honor of celebrating her 100k visitors! I KNOW RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ARCS man! I mean, like WOW! I can barely hold myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Nothing But Ghosts by Beth Kephart&lt;br /&gt; * Warrior Princess by Frewin Jones&lt;br /&gt; * Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith&lt;br /&gt; * Breathing by Cheryl Renee Herbsman&lt;br /&gt; * Coffeehouse Angel by Suzanne Selfors&lt;br /&gt; * Sloane Sisters by Anna Carey&lt;br /&gt; * A Map of the Known World by Lisa Anne Sandell&lt;br /&gt; * Sea Change by Aimee Friedman&lt;br /&gt; * Something Maybe by Elizabeth Scott&lt;br /&gt; * The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that my chances of actually winning all that is like zero to none, but hey a girl can dream, right? Gosh, just the thought of it. I feel like fainting wehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 arcs is like wow. I mean I would be glad just getting one book. but this is 10, and its arcs, no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, here I go again. Lusting over this and get my heartbroken on April 8th when I realize I lost the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THINGS THEY DO TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; arcs is an acronym for Advance Reading Copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knowwwwwww, swooooooooon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4897389492291914359?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4897389492291914359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4897389492291914359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4897389492291914359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4897389492291914359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-you-generous-people_17.html' title='Oh, You Generous People!'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3111860436120369917</id><published>2009-03-17T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:53:56.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebab Dia Spesel sikit, ye ke?</title><content type='html'>Okay lah. Sebab Adlin sucks tulis dekat blog dia yang Jundullah nak mengangkat langkah, memulakan perjalanan yang baru di syurga ilmu nun jauh di sana terasa macam ada getar dalam hati sebab dulu rapat dengan dia. So dengan azam yang menggunung mengalahkan Mount Everest, niat dalam hati diutamakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula mula, Adlin? Kita tak ingat pun pasal kita tanya Choral Speaking tu? (garu kepala tanda kekeliruan). Tapi hari bersejarah itu terpahat di dalam memori, umpama kaset lama yang ditekan main dan mula menayang di depan mata. Haha, Jun memang suka tampar orang. Tapi dia takut dengan kita, kan Jun? (Padahal dah tahu Jun tak pernah baca belok ni) Tak ingatlah macam mana boleh rapat dengan Jun ni. Rasanya pada tahun 2004. Cikgu susun tempat duduk kitorang, dia risau nanti semua bising. Al-maklumlah budak kecik kan? Cakap dengan kawan macam jauh sebenua. Masa tu, cikgu suruh duduk sebelah Asyikin. Memang haritu jugak kena ejek mati mati dengan Deeba. Sebab Asyikin ni pendiam orangnya, kita pulak cakap macam peluru pistol Mafia. Tak henti henti keluar bunyinya. Ntah apa ke halnya, Cikgu Halijah suruh tukar tempat lagi. (Cikgu memang, sajaaa. Nasib baik dia tolong kita pandai Math.) Kali ni, kena duduk sebelah Jun. Time tu, dah ketawa berdekah dekah sebab nama dia Jun. Ironinya, kita dilahirkan pada tarikh 1 haribulan Jun. Tak kenal pun si Jun tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dapat kenal Jun, memang menyeronokkan betul lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam sepanjang dua tahun nasib malang kena duduk sebelah dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu dengar gossip kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu kemaskan locker kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu suruh kita pass surat dekat girlfriend dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu buat homework Math kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu buat kita bengang dengan lawak bodoh dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang cakap dia panas baran, tapi sepanjang kita kawan dengan dia. Dia tak pernah tinggikan suara pun. Dia lah orang paling sabar yang sanggup dengar cerita kita yang berjela lagi panjang dari rekod dunia lagu paling panjang Digg-Longplayer. Boleh ingat lagi muka Jun mengangguk-angguk dengar cerita kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; Ye Fatin. Kita nak buat pasal awak lah lepas ni :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3111860436120369917?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3111860436120369917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3111860436120369917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3111860436120369917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3111860436120369917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/sebab-dia-spesel-sikit-ye-ke.html' title='Sebab Dia Spesel sikit, ye ke?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1921232298738475999</id><published>2009-03-15T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:15:38.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is tailor-made. What's the sense in waiting?</title><content type='html'>She said "I've gotta be honest,&lt;br /&gt;You're wasting your time if you're fishing round here."&lt;br /&gt;And I said "you must be mistaken,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fooling, this feeling is real."&lt;br /&gt;She said "you gotta be crazy,&lt;br /&gt;What do you take me for? Some kind of easy mark?"&lt;br /&gt;"You've got wits, you've got looks,&lt;br /&gt;You've got passion, but I swear that you've got me all wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As Lovers Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of my incapability of multi-tasking. Or in this case, multi-blogging. From the looks of it, it seems like I can never fulfill my resolution, but then again when have I ever did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO holidays have finally come to aid. Thank you, just when I needed you most. Oh who am I kidding? I always need holidays. Homeworks are pilling up. No thanks to you. GAAAAAAAAAAWD, I need to get a life. I also need to set my sight on Farah Adiba bt. Jahari ( seingat kita lah nama dia macam itu). Gosh, I miss that woh-maaaaan! I should be glad that she still calls me once a week. She's a keeper. She really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always holidays that's the most stressful, truly. You want to do everything, EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;Which means, waking up early. What an agony! I can't be smiling all the time this week because while others can relax, Ihave to catch up with my studies. Yeah right, like thats ever going to happen. Muahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I'm looking forward for this holiday, its -unless you are living under the stone, you have already guess it so why bother telling you?-. Ya know,  reading the lit blogs isnt always fun. I mean, yeah its exciting to find out new ones but when you get all perked up about buying it, and suddenly realise that you are living in the other side of the world - where books which was released 2 years ago is on the new releases shelf, - It's devastating. It, literally breaks your heart. Sigh. The things they do to you. Passion is hard to believe in especially when the whole world is against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep having faith because faith's the only one who will believe in you, always. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1921232298738475999?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1921232298738475999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1921232298738475999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1921232298738475999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1921232298738475999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-tailor-made-whats-sense-in.html' title='This is tailor-made. What&apos;s the sense in waiting?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3363298615105679786</id><published>2009-03-08T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:26:46.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You But I've Choosen Darkness</title><content type='html'>I was true as the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't soon say the same for you&lt;br /&gt;So now I find denial in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm mesmerized by the picture that's in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen your act&lt;br /&gt;And I know all the facts&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with who I wish you were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Who you are underneath&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with who I wish you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Kate Voegele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3363298615105679786?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3363298615105679786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3363298615105679786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3363298615105679786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3363298615105679786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-but-ive-choosen-darkness.html' title='I Love You But I&apos;ve Choosen Darkness'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7676248699169725133</id><published>2009-03-08T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:43:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Updates Tadaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>It is no shocking news to learn that I am always interested in celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the all-time top three list for celebrity couples (girlfriend and boyfriend, not wife and husband) break up which I've mourned over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/93/32/ryan_gosling_rachel_mcadams_kissing.0.0.0x0.450x675.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Michael Buble and Emily Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dziennik.pl/files/archive/00145/MICHAEL_BUBLE__EMIL_145369a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mark Ronson and Daisy Lowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/07/04/article-1031794-01D7743C00000578-683_468x659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happier note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cast of the Gossip Girl spin-off titled simply &lt;em&gt;Lily&lt;/em&gt; is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany Snow, Krysten Ritter and Andrew Mccarthy are among those who have agreed on filming this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew McCarthy won me over as Blaine in Pretty in Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVJNwA7y5dQ/Rl8vi2KlHeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ymd4pAcm8hI/s400/Andrew+McCarthy+-+Then.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7676248699169725133?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7676248699169725133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7676248699169725133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7676248699169725133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7676248699169725133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrity-updates-tadaaaaaaa.html' title='Celebrity Updates Tadaaaaaaa!'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVJNwA7y5dQ/Rl8vi2KlHeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ymd4pAcm8hI/s72-c/Andrew+McCarthy+-+Then.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6223114124495766950</id><published>2009-03-07T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:33:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Feel Like I Can't Go On</title><content type='html'>I don't think my March resolution is working that well, but pergh who cares? I don't think I even have a loyal reader. Although I secretly yearn for one. Yes, that is a clue. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been procascinating too long and I must go on with the endless tasks I have ahead. I've completed the introduction of that 'thing' I'm doing with Aiman but still unsatisfied so I might modify it a bit before forwading it to him. Don't worry, Aiman. You'll get it. Someday. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new on books? I've been thinking about email-ing kinokuniya regarding the books out on March but haven't found the ideal time yet. Perhaps tomorrow, or I'll wait until its Tuesday because they only reply on working days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled to exclaim that there is a Book Contest that I might be entering! It's open to everyone around the world! ARGHHHHHHHHH. &lt;a href="http://addictedtobooks1993.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; commented on my erh, "secret blog" so I decided to pay her's a visit. I was gobsmacked to read the word contest. Perghhh, isn't it just fate? She's going to give out 5 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bloom, Elizabeth Scott -- read it&lt;br /&gt;2. Wake, Lisa McMann -- bought it and read it&lt;br /&gt;3. City of Glass, Cassandra Clare -- looks interesting&lt;br /&gt;4. Tithe, Holly Black -- heard about it,interested to know more!&lt;br /&gt;5. Cracked Up To Be, Courtney Summers - SHRIEKS! The book I've been waiting for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I desperately want to win this contest, but hey we'll se whose side is luck on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I have trucks of homeworks I need to unload. Why do you do these things to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, before I'll end up doomed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, WISH ME LUCK FOR THE CONTEST! AND DO VISIT HER BLOG TO HELP ME GAIN MORE POINTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, just kidding. No peer pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6223114124495766950?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6223114124495766950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6223114124495766950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6223114124495766950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6223114124495766950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-feel-like-i-cant-go-on.html' title='When I Feel Like I Can&apos;t Go On'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6750046551618467868</id><published>2009-03-01T08:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:49:46.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sorry But I Can Do This No More</title><content type='html'>If there is a machine that could capture everything I have on my mind and write it automatically as a blog post, I might probably be on my 200th. Ah well, if there were such a thing. But there isn't, so you find my blog dead, with updates once a week. If only you know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, If, If!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of IF's! Why can't we make what we dream of happen? Is everyone relying on my generation to do all that? Why not set up an example? Why all the talks and no action? You cruel exterminator of castles in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH! My brain is about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the above paragraph is necessary, as I am on the brinks right now. There is a highly huge chance that I might fall and never wake up. And then what? What? You're going to cry at my funeral? Is that going to bring me back? Its not. I'll be dead by then! I'll be in the casket all pale and no rosy lips of mine no more! You're going to be sorry then?! Huh?! Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, just humor me. I am very sensitive at this time of the month. Or week. Or day. Or hour. Shit, I am always sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog like there's no tomorrow today. I didn't get the part for my school's magazine, news received without any heart attacks or in this case, aches. I guess I know I'm not cut out for the part. Duh, it is so ob-vee-us. Who would want a girl who craps all the time? And shamelessly criticized the past year's works? Haha. I was very jittery and wasnt in control of blurting out the truth. Yes, I am such a blabbermouth. But oh well, what is done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be more serious, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't get people who dress too hard to impress. I mean, I do try to impress people but I don't think I actually try too hard. Or maybe I do try too hard but Ill get so worked up thinking about what people might say, I'll end up wearing my comfy clothes. I don't blame my paranoia. Its a good thing. At least I won't be a fake in the eyes of the crowd. Seriously though, I figure why don't just be yourself, or in my case ; look like you just woke up from sleep, and see if people like you. I have found quite a number of people who likes me no matter how scruffy I look like. At least I think they like me or maybe they are just really good pretenders. What do you get, really from wearing high waisted skirt, tops that shows off your cleavage, and 5 inches of make up just to go to the cinema? Everyone would be too busy to actually see the movie rather than spending their time complimenting your outfit. At the end of the day, you are the one who'll end up devastated. And that my dear is not good for your self esteem. Also, I seriously cant understand people who always seems to rebel against their parents? I know, teenagers are supposed to be rebellious but to actually over-do it is in no way negotiatable. If your limit is long sleeve and you wore short sleeve, that's acceptable. If you're wearing a knee length skirt when you must cover up until your ankle, that is still acceptable. But if you are supposed to be wearing a scarf covering everything up, and you are wearing a micro mini skirt, I mean hello? Do you need me to book you an appointment with the neurologist? I am not pointing fingers here, I am just stating it the way I see it. What pleasure does a mini skirt brings? Is it the way guys look at you? Or does it boost up your self confidence? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me, oh wise one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity is how you go,because life is already complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution for this month is to blog more than 10 post. We'll see if I can make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s ; Why do I only have 4 followers? Is my blog not worthy of followers? Come on, COME ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6750046551618467868?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6750046551618467868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6750046551618467868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6750046551618467868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6750046551618467868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-sorry-but-i-can-do-this-no-more.html' title='I&apos;m So Sorry But I Can Do This No More'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7611601071863748968</id><published>2009-02-28T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:19:05.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this How It's going To Be? Nothing but 100 Lies?</title><content type='html'>I know how tagging functions but this survey is really interesting and I'll tag myself it it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name -- Lindsay Marie Ulliel nee Garner&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s) -- Atiqah, Tiqa&lt;br /&gt;003. Zodiac sign -- Gemini&lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female -- Hermaphrodite&lt;br /&gt;005. Elementary School -- homeschooled.&lt;br /&gt;006. Primary School -- -&lt;br /&gt;007. High School -- Tree Hill Highschool&lt;br /&gt;008. Hair color -- Mustard Yellow with Jelly Green highlights&lt;br /&gt;009. Long or short -- Pixie cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Loud or Quiet -- Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;011. Sweats or Jeans -- Micro mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;012. Phone or Camera -- Videocam.&lt;br /&gt;013. Health freak -- I drink Celery and Carrot Smoothie everyday accompanied with 15 types of vitamins&lt;br /&gt;014. Drink or Smoke -- I smoke Cigar.&lt;br /&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone -- Yeah, Robert Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;016. Eat or Drink - Drink Booze&lt;br /&gt;017. Piercings -- Teeth, Upper lip, Eyebrow, Nazel.&lt;br /&gt;018. Tattoos -- A moon on my moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Been in an airplane? -- No, I prefer cruises.&lt;br /&gt;020. Been in a relationship? -- Yes. Every 5 day&lt;br /&gt;021. Been in a car accident ? -- Where do you think I get my 13 cm scar on my face from?&lt;br /&gt;022. Been in a fist fight ? -- Hello? The Machine Hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing -- Boobs&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend -- Mischa Barton&lt;br /&gt;025. First award – Miss World '57&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush -- Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;028. First big vacation -- Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. Last person you talked to -- Jason Trawick&lt;br /&gt;030. Last person you texted -- Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;031. Last person you watched a DVD with -- Ryan Seacrest&lt;br /&gt;032. Last food you ate -- Pork.&lt;br /&gt;033. Last movie you watched alone -- Transformer 3&lt;br /&gt;034. Last song you listened to -- Bach's The French Suites&lt;br /&gt;035. Last thing you bought -- Chanel's Miami Vice heels&lt;br /&gt;036. Last person you hugged -- Aerin Lauder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. Food -- The Ivy's Lamb Steak&lt;br /&gt;038. Drinks -- Carlsberg&lt;br /&gt;039. Clothing -- Emilio Pucci's&lt;br /&gt;040. Flower -- Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;041. Books -- How To Wear High Heels by J.J Leganeur&lt;br /&gt;042. Colors -- Ivory&lt;br /&gt;043. Movies -- Charlie Chaplin's Cruel, Cruel Love!&lt;br /&gt;044. Subjects -- Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. [x] kissed someone&lt;br /&gt;046. [x ] celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;047. [ ] had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;048. [ ] went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;049. [ ] someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;050. [x] came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;051. [x] gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;052. [x] had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;053. [ ] done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;054. [ ] broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;055. [x] hide a secret&lt;br /&gt;056. [ ] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;057. [ ] met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;058. [x] pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;059. [x] left the country&lt;br /&gt;060. [ ] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;061. [ ] cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;062. [x] ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;063. [x] went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;064. [x] got into an argument with your friends&lt;br /&gt;065. [x] hated someone&lt;br /&gt;066. [] stayed single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. Eating --&lt;br /&gt;068. Drinking -- Nada&lt;br /&gt;069. I'm about to -- Spend my whole life as a cat lady.&lt;br /&gt;070. Listening to -- Stupid Bitches&lt;br /&gt;071. Plans for today -- Natalia and Karolina's joined brithday party! Love you Angels!&lt;br /&gt;072. Waiting for -- my 2.2 Sniper Rifle&lt;br /&gt;073. Want kids -- Haha Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;074. Want to get married -- I was married to Noah Wyle, I'm on my 2nd marriage now.&lt;br /&gt;075. Careers in mind -- Socialite. Wait, I already am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Lips or eyes -- Money&lt;br /&gt;077. Shorter or taller -- Rich&lt;br /&gt;078. Romantic or spontaneous -- makes about 50k a year.&lt;br /&gt;079. Nice stomach or nice arms -- Nice wallet.&lt;br /&gt;080. Sensitive or loud -- Generous.&lt;br /&gt;081. Hook-up or relationship -- Marry me now!&lt;br /&gt;082. Trouble-maker or hesitant -- About to die in 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts -- Sorry I have 20/20 vision&lt;br /&gt;084. Snuck out of your house -- Duh&lt;br /&gt;085. Held a gun/knife for self defense -- Nope. Just for fun&lt;br /&gt;086. Killed somebody -- Yes, duh.&lt;br /&gt;087. Broken someone's heart -- Every second&lt;br /&gt;088. Been arrested -- Every month.&lt;br /&gt;089. Cried when someone died -- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Yourself -- No. I prefer magic.&lt;br /&gt;091. Miracles -- No. I love money.&lt;br /&gt;092. Love at first sight -- No. Love at last sight, yeah&lt;br /&gt;093. Heaven -- Perghhh. Been there.&lt;br /&gt;094. Santa Claus -- I met him once.&lt;br /&gt;095. Sex on the first date -- Ill wait till the second date since I'm already married then HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;096. Kiss on the first date -- SHHHH! I am not THAT fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now -- No, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life -- Careful, you're stepping on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God ? Are you there, god? It's her, Margaret.&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 12 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag ; Coco Rocha, Alexa Chung, Tasha Poly, Michela Quatrociocche, Emile Hirsch, J.K Rowling, Christopher Paolini, Sofia Coppola, Charlotte Ronson,  Elle Fanning, Josh Hutcherson, Freddy Highmore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7611601071863748968?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7611601071863748968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7611601071863748968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7611601071863748968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7611601071863748968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-how-its-going-to-be-nothing-but.html' title='Is this How It&apos;s going To Be? Nothing but 100 Lies?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1513033685251508428</id><published>2009-02-22T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:34:16.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because You Are Young And In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th06.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/099/2/3/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Young people are in a condition like permanent intoxication, because youth is sweet and they are growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1513033685251508428?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1513033685251508428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1513033685251508428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1513033685251508428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1513033685251508428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-because-you-are-young-and-in-love.html' title='Just Because You Are Young And In Love'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8608511550167232322</id><published>2009-02-22T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:59:55.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sorry Dear Blogger,</title><content type='html'>for loyalty has never been my specialty. Because I fell completely head over heels with the whole Wordpress layout. I am sorry for having an urge to create an account there. There is no explanation I could come out with. I am at fault, guilty as charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however, will continue fight this thing, that's making me betray you. I will in every effort I possibly have, try to hold back this nonsensical lust for you were always there with me. Even in the darkest hour, you stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes I feel like tracing you back into the smallest hole where I could, gruesomely commit first degree murder, I held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this indicate how much I love you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8608511550167232322?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8608511550167232322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8608511550167232322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8608511550167232322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8608511550167232322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-sorry-dear-blogger.html' title='I am Sorry Dear Blogger,'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7721058647514187065</id><published>2009-02-15T04:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:37:19.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Do Love Songs, I Rock Because I Roll Hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ceh, sebab dah lama tak update nak balas dendam post banyak banyak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, mana ada kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being generous, so get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness -- not that you'll get it. Heh, perioddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="600" src="http://fc15.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/266/1/6/intruder__s_view_by_growtrees.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;I could get lost in a voice like yours&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I could stay tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one knows you like I do&lt;br /&gt;They don't see you like I do, baby&lt;br /&gt;They'll try to, but if only they knew&lt;br /&gt;They'll never come close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you brighten up the world with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you're so damn lovely when you're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a rocket to the moon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7721058647514187065?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7721058647514187065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7721058647514187065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7721058647514187065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7721058647514187065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-do-love-songs-i-rock-because-i.html' title='I Don&apos;t Do Love Songs, I Rock Because I Roll Hard.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1901108372367850479</id><published>2009-02-15T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:29:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Judge A Book By Its Cover, But I'm Not Naive</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 477px" height="1400" src="http://www.eileencook.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/wwedfront.jpg" width="493" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the cover cute? Haha (macam kena paksa je)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 477px" height="1400" src="http://yvonnelindsay.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/copy_3_of_halo_2.jpg" width="493" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is filled with witty comments, or so the reviews says so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1901108372367850479?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1901108372367850479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1901108372367850479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1901108372367850479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1901108372367850479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-judge-book-by-its-cover-but-im-not.html' title='I Judge A Book By Its Cover, But I&apos;m Not Naive'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1141908473615987677</id><published>2009-02-15T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:29:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This The Rise From The Dead?</title><content type='html'>It's not that I don't go online, or I don't bother updating, I've just decided to go for a silent retreat( as fatin would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too busy wikipedia-ing my way to useless interesting informations that I couldn't careless about my blog. After all, everythings so overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally understand Dr. Ross/ Nurse Carol's relationship and I have yet another 9 season left before I can figure out Dr. Kovach/ Nurse Abby's. I'm fine with that. Its a challenge I'm willing to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. John Carter is the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Gaspard, but he's irresistible. Why don't you act as a doctor? You'll put McDreamy's name to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle Fanning (younger sister of Dakota) was in Babel as Cate Blanchett and Brad Pitt's daughter and she's in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button starring as Cate Blanchett's character younger version, Brad Pitt's love interest in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Vassilieva -- doesn't sound familiar? Try Eloise of Eloise at the Plaza -- will be starring alongside Abigail Breslin in the movie My Sister's Keeper, an adaptation from the novel of the same name by Jodi Picoult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it. I want to have my own ARC (advance reading copies) too! Fork and spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I'm blabbing myself away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I got ta go as in I am not in ta mud of blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1141908473615987677?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1141908473615987677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1141908473615987677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1141908473615987677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1141908473615987677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-rise-from-dead.html' title='Is This The Rise From The Dead?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6083321215388769887</id><published>2009-02-01T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:38:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them, the extraordinaires</title><content type='html'>On account of being honest, I'll no longer live in denial. Well, at least for now. Ok. For this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a good friend. Seriously. Maybe I'm too paranoid but I strongly believe that no one would ever want a friend like me. I run away when all is well. I think its my way of making sure that I won't be too caught up with the euphoria or maybe deep down, I just love being distant. The whole concept of friendship never really got into my head. Yeah, I've read Sisterhood of Travelling Pants, I've watched One Tree Hill but the way they describe it and my term of friendship is completely different. I've never did sleepovers, I don't do three way calls every night, I don't share clothes with my friends but that doesn't make my friendship any less true. To find someone I can confide in is really hard. Some might say impossible. Despite the fact that I know my friends would be there, listening, I don't really vent out everything to them. There is just some things I want to keep inside. Some things I'm afraid to let go. That doesn't make what we have a fraud. The fact is, I have a hard time trusting people, and I know that makes me a bad friend. Doubts rolling over my mind everytime. I know I'm horrible. The thing is, I'm just not capable of trusting. I have trust issues. No, its not some kind of trauma or what. What I hate the most is people assuming they know me. People who tells everyone how much they knows me, like I'm their bestest friend. I don't do that kind of thing. I have trust issues and I'm afraid of commitment. Yeah, problematic kan? So I don't really do the pinkie promises, the girls day out. I don't. I am more of the kind of person to hide. The kind of girl who actually (gasp!) enjoys staying at home.I have wonderful friends who can actually handle with being a person like me. Who can endure my ridiculous mood swings, my nonsense tantrums. They are who I'll commemorate because although I don't share my deepest secret with them, (as I still don't know what is it) they still believed in me, at least I think they do. I've left numerous of times and they were still there, still holding out. I don't deserve them, I know that. Me being with them is like defying logic.But despite all that, they are still there, for me anytime I want them to be. Thank you, for always staying, for not giving up on me. Quoting from the book The Balance Thing by Margaret Dumas ; I can't promise I won't leave-- because that's kind of my old habit-- but I promise, I'll always come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SYVbeJ-j2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/YebQWO8tu2o/s1600-h/Woots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297741110303774818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SYVbeJ-j2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/YebQWO8tu2o/s320/Woots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SYVbeOLKHVI/AAAAAAAAANY/Kg8NWLr13jk/s1600-h/collage_by_fatinnajwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297741111430356306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SYVbeOLKHVI/AAAAAAAAANY/Kg8NWLr13jk/s320/collage_by_fatinnajwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;p/s ; Oh my. Anna Faris just got enganged to Chris Pratt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6083321215388769887?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6083321215388769887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6083321215388769887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6083321215388769887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6083321215388769887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/02/them-extraordinaires.html' title='Them, the extraordinaires'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SYVbeJ-j2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/YebQWO8tu2o/s72-c/Woots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8705343406201693744</id><published>2009-01-28T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:39:34.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, are you flirting with my bad side?</title><content type='html'>I may be a cynic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I believed the books, the movies, the poems, the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty naive of me, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop acting like you know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8705343406201693744?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8705343406201693744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8705343406201693744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8705343406201693744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8705343406201693744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-are-you-flirting-with-my-bad-side.html' title='Hello, are you flirting with my bad side?'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1589524305925278575</id><published>2009-01-25T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:39:58.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Mcmann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courtney Summers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Barnholdt'/><title type='text'>You Don't Know Me. Yet</title><content type='html'>I have ears and I can hear people talk, but I don't just hear. I listen. People tend to make me feel bad about myself, well congratulations! You win. However. I will, try and block out all the sarcasm and negativities and put on a happy face as if my heart isn't breaking at all. I will. And so should you! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*gthoomlufah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;on a happier note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the cover for &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Devon Delaney Should Totally Know Better&lt;/span&gt; is out, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk177/laurenbarnholdt2/DevonDelaneyShouldTotallyKnowBet-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled to the bone, as you can imagine. Lauren Barnholdt still won't tell what its all about. The only hint she's giving is Devon's up for more drama. &lt;em&gt;Description ; Devon gets caught up in a semi-scandalous love triangle, that she accidentally turns into a love square.&lt;/em&gt; From the looks of the cover, I think Devon is shoplifting, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren B is also writing two new books, one is a chapter series called &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HAILEY TWITCH IS NOT A SNITCH&lt;/span&gt; and the other is &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ACES UP... AND OTHER PERKS OF A FAKE ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41QXk0tzXmL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;FADE&lt;/span&gt; will be out soon, Oh my, oh my, oh my! Tomorrow, I will compose an email to check if Kinokuniya has already pre-ordered it or not. I did mention this to Liz on my previous email. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt; told me to wait for it on Feb 10. How I wish I could get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt; has no news except for &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Along for The Ride&lt;/span&gt; out in stores on 2nd June which coincidentally is also the exact date &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Intensely Alice&lt;/span&gt;, - the latest book in the Alice series by &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Phyllis Reynold Naylors&lt;/span&gt;-will be out and and and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Love You Hate You Miss You&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Elizabeth Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://elizabethwrites.com/news/uploaded_images/loveyouhateyoucover-731510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Something, Maybe&lt;/span&gt; will be out on March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 525px" height="600" src="http://www.elizabethwrites.com/images/somethingmaybeindexpage2.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these books out, there is also a new debut novel I found out about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cracked Up To Be &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; Courtney Summers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://courtneysummers.ca/wp-content/uploads/coversite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING YOU'VE EVER DONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When “Perfect” Parker Fadley starts drinking at school and failing her classes, all of St. Peter’s High goes on alert. How has the cheerleading captain, girlfriend of the most popular guy in school, consummate teacher’s pet, and future valedictorian fallen so far from grace? Parker doesn’t want to talk about it. She’d just like to be left alone, to disappear, to be ignored. But her parents have placed her on suicide watch and her counselors are demanding the truth. Worse, there’s a nice guy falling in love with her and he’s making her feel things again when she’d really rather not be feeling anything at all. Nobody would have guessed she’s turn out like this. But nobody knows the truth. Something horrible has happened, and it just might be her fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1589524305925278575?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1589524305925278575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1589524305925278575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1589524305925278575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1589524305925278575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-dont-know-me-yet.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know Me. Yet'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2837773877221143361</id><published>2009-01-23T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:40:20.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qawwali Music</title><content type='html'>A few days back, Uncle Rosli convinced (persuaded perhaps? haha) me to blog about Qawwali music. He had me listen to the songs while waiting for Amal. I even read some of the facts about Qawwali music provided in the album. At first, I thought it was the typical Diwali musics my father listens to but as Uncle Rosli explained, it was actually Qawwali music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qaul (Arabic) is an "utterance (of the prophet)", Qawwāl is someone who often repeats (sings) a Qaul, Qawwāli is the style of singing of Qawwāls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qawwali is a devotional music of Sufism which is widely well-known on the Indian subcontinents. Most listeners, the devoted Qawwali music fans would experienced some sort of trance like state of being called wajad. During this state, they will feel at one with God and is often considered as the height of spiritual ecstasy in Sufism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was the first person who helped put this genre of music on the map. Qawwali music can be on other regional languanges instead of the common, Urdu and Punjabi. This music helps bring you closer to Allah as it is also some sort of praises to the One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A qawwali party isn't technically a party. It is actually a group consist of 8-10 Qawwali musicians. There is also the presence of harmonium in the party which could be played by anyone in the party. The songs are mostly 15-30 minutes but it could stretch as long as 115 minutes ( literally, longer than some movies I've seen). I believe, the songs are long because it needs deep concentration and pure attention to actually feel the effect of Qawwali music. Once, you are in, the music just sears into your soul and when you are done, you feel like you are reborned again. That is, if you understand the meaning of the song. If not, all you would be thinking is what is these noises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are one to be spiritualised or feels like the need of Qawwali music playing to your ears, I suggest you do. You might like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music.pz10.com/category/12/Qawwali+Music.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2837773877221143361?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2837773877221143361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2837773877221143361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2837773877221143361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2837773877221143361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/qawwali-music.html' title='Qawwali Music'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-690045519824137191</id><published>2009-01-21T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:41:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I found out about ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table For Three - starring Jennifer Morrison (yes, from House!), Sophia Bush, Jesse Bradford (swoon) and Brandon Routh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renaissance Girl - starring Danielle Panabaker and Jennifer Tilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper - starring Cameron Diaz, Abigail Breslin, Alec Baldwin and Joan Cusack( she's also Jane Bloomwood in Confession of a Shopaholic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year One - starring Olivia Wilde (she's pretty), Michael Cera and Jack Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good Guy - starring Scott Porter(!), Alexis Bledel, Bryan Greenberg, Aaron Yoo and Andrew Mccarthy!!(!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-690045519824137191?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/690045519824137191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=690045519824137191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/690045519824137191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/690045519824137191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/alert.html' title='Alert!'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2477625271102055290</id><published>2009-01-21T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:23:21.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking So Long</title><content type='html'>Hi! I hesistated between posting this video but then decided, you know what? What the hell. I'll just post it and who cares if you dont even watch it. I just had to because I love all the icons and yeah, I have a thing for sorrowful stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNwu-4yTTyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNwu-4yTTyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon and post about something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint : its about music (I'm sure Amal knows this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/atiqah93/sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2477625271102055290?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2477625271102055290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2477625271102055290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2477625271102055290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2477625271102055290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-so-long.html' title='Taking So Long'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2660175567258181257</id><published>2009-01-18T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:42:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting For Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SXK2yZxrO8I/AAAAAAAAANE/UOCh2DfhS4Y/s1600-h/Tuneful_2_0_by_holyponiesbatman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292493489142709186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SXK2yZxrO8I/AAAAAAAAANE/UOCh2DfhS4Y/s320/Tuneful_2_0_by_holyponiesbatman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love the way she fills her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;She looks just like them girls in vogue.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she plays it cool.&lt;br /&gt;I think that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she bites her lip&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she shakes them hips.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she makes me drool.&lt;br /&gt;I think that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2660175567258181257?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2660175567258181257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2660175567258181257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2660175567258181257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2660175567258181257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/scouting-for-girls.html' title='Scouting For Girls'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SXK2yZxrO8I/AAAAAAAAANE/UOCh2DfhS4Y/s72-c/Tuneful_2_0_by_holyponiesbatman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7386229626379135579</id><published>2009-01-18T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:47:05.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel and injustice life.</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that some of you (i know for sure) think I'm completely oblivious and couldn't care less about this blog, it isnt like that. Was never like that. Trust me. The blog was the only constant thing on my mind. I sometimes catch myself thinking of describing my day in a blog manner. See? Just keep having faith in me, blog. I don't dissapoint. I may not show too much affection, but I will always come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt only the blog, I've been neglecting everything on the net. Facebook, polyvore, everythinggirl. Oh god, the agony! Hah. The only explanation I could come up with is now that insomnia has drifted away to somewhere very far ahead, I tend to sleep more and 8 hours isnt even enough. Not at all. My body is taking revenge on those sleepless nights I spent going online. To make it worse, I have tons of homework to be due next week and haven't even started on any. Feeling so restless. I might be going out today to look for cloths for my class. This is what happens when the teacher you were bestowed upon has zero sense of creativity in herself. They ought to pay me for this! I'm doing it voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how much I miss creating sets. Seriously. Its even better than getting faves. Just to be exploring all the wonderful textures and the possibility of how the outcome would be, ahh. Great feeling of adrenaline rush. I still do immature sets since my talent hasn't bloom yet. Probably even wont. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me tell you something about my sets. (note : not showing off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: Totally not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: I'm not showing off?..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note : Okay, maybe a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: What can I say? I have really low self esteem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/kiss_my_broken_heart/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5405874"&gt;&lt;img title="Kiss My Broken Heart" height="400" alt="Kiss My Broken Heart" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlJMTDBVZFhSM1JHdEpVcVhFNVp2RGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/kiss_my_broken_heart/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5405874"&gt;Kiss My Broken Heart&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=479077"&gt;♥ChicLaTique (away)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set is people's favourite. I think? It has the most faves which is only 66. Ha ha. I shouldnt be boasting. This set is also in two collections which is very honourable because my sets are next along to really really extravagantly beautiful sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/someone_stole_my_identity_but/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5353642"&gt;&lt;img title="Someone Stole My Identity but Left My Shoes" height="400" alt="Someone Stole My Identity but Left My Shoes" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjN2cW1RbGJRM1JHTEM2U1VhZE9tS2cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/someone_stole_my_identity_but/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5353642"&gt;Someone Stole My Identity but Left My Shoes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=479077"&gt;♥ChicLaTique (away)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cipah's favourite, if I could remember it correctly. This was, I think my first attempt on sets which I only add textures on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/finger_lickin_good/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5276328"&gt;&lt;img title="Finger Lickin' Good" height="400" alt="Finger Lickin' Good" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlJyVTh1ZFROM1JHaUo2ZE9pQ0R5V1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/finger_lickin_good/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5276328"&gt;Finger Lickin' Good&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=479077"&gt;♥ChicLaTique (away)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dona's favourite. She already told me twice. I created this set in pure boredom and randomly clicked away on any items I could get my hands on. It turned out well, wouldnt you say?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, before you readers die of boredness and my blog name would be on the police's list of wanted people, I better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7386229626379135579?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7386229626379135579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7386229626379135579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7386229626379135579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7386229626379135579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/cruel-and-injustice-life.html' title='Cruel and injustice life.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1407744053112170531</id><published>2009-01-11T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:44:53.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Updates.</title><content type='html'>I have nothing against Avril Lavigne's take on a more girlie side but if then, she shouldnt have said before " I'm a punk rock girl. No matter how old I am, I will always be that. You will never see me as a girlie-girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Really Avril? because u seem like one now. I guess its true what they say. Never say Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Robert Pattinson's new haircut is way better than the previous one. Don't get me wrong, I prefer long hairs but he can't put off wild sexy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Also, Zoeey Deschanel is getting married to Ben Gibbard. I am thrilled because they make such a lovely couple. Yes, he's Death Cab for Cutie's frontman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. I love sexy musicians. Talented and hot. Come on! Whats not to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1407744053112170531?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1407744053112170531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1407744053112170531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1407744053112170531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1407744053112170531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrity-updates.html' title='Celebrity Updates.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-86626476612203221</id><published>2009-01-10T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:43:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After months of frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;FINALLY! I CREATED A NEW BLOG SKIN! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s ; still not satisfied with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/p/s; In honour of my one and only, my signature is in his alter ego's handwriting, Hannibel Lecter. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i dont care how disgusting you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in awe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i108/atiqah93/sign.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-86626476612203221?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/86626476612203221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=86626476612203221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/86626476612203221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/86626476612203221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-months-of-frustration.html' title='After months of frustration'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6407756216813103518</id><published>2009-01-09T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:43:29.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Platonic Friends</title><content type='html'>I know you don't read my blog, or maybe Winnie does. He 'claims' that he does. Anyway, Eric Cheah Seng Ee a/l Cheah Bee Tee and Mohd. Azrain bin Mohd. Aziz, you guys are horibble friends. How could you wish for something so bad? Hehh. You'll be seeing my smug face when I get to watch Brothers and Sisters season 2 and No, its not going to rain so SERVICE CURRENTLY NOT AVAILABLE won't happen! Never. I will never let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter that you guys are my bestfriends. You guys suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6407756216813103518?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6407756216813103518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6407756216813103518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6407756216813103518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6407756216813103518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/total-platonic-friends.html' title='Total Platonic Friends'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5201421368543044074</id><published>2009-01-09T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:19:37.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you will always be that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't seem to find a good basecode. Why is it life fails to deliver? DEVASTATED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUGE LET DOWN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5201421368543044074?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5201421368543044074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5201421368543044074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5201421368543044074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5201421368543044074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-will-always-be-that.html' title='you will always be that.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5135168579602300052</id><published>2009-01-09T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:44:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be the Catalyst</title><content type='html'>Well. Hello there! I haven't been around for a while, I know. And I probably won't either. I suck at blogging so much, I've decided not to devote myself to it. Especially since I am pretty much a pharaoh in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is everyone getting caught up with the hype that is Twitter? The first time I heard of it, I was like 'Eww. Whatever'. Then, I did my routine of checking authors blog and saw that most of them has a Twitter account. On account of jumping in the bandwagon, I created myself a Twitter too. It was too late to click cancel by the time I've realised that it was a pointless task. I mean, I'm not famous enough or perhaps even famous at all to have people following my twits. So, why bother creating a Twitter than people would just avoid like plague. And right this second, my Twitter account is still there, lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 15 years old 6 Months and 9 Days. It is so easy to count my age, I feel the need of boasting about it. If you're having a hard time adjusting to the new school schedule, well, Hello There! We're on the same lane. I get exhausted easily and insomnia decides to strike, again! It doesn't help to the fact that I feel like I'm going to explode anytime now. I am sooooooooo fat. I think the weighing machine lies. I can't possibly be 55 kg right? Perghhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever will I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(am not going to end my posts with waterpak anymore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5135168579602300052?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5135168579602300052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5135168579602300052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5135168579602300052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5135168579602300052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2009/01/youll-be-catalyst.html' title='You&apos;ll be the Catalyst'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3986264555724718371</id><published>2008-12-30T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:08:24.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update ; It's Too Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's one thing I've learnt in life, its that everything can fall apart the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVpG_vbRclI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A9RZQJyIBtM/s1600-h/Simona+Mcintyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285615173549257298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVpG_vbRclI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A9RZQJyIBtM/s400/Simona+Mcintyre.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;SIMONA MCINTYRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3986264555724718371?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3986264555724718371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3986264555724718371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3986264555724718371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3986264555724718371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-its-too-late.html' title='Update ; It&apos;s Too Late.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVpG_vbRclI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A9RZQJyIBtM/s72-c/Simona+Mcintyre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3943271252274796693</id><published>2008-12-28T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:03:07.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Coming Near and This War Is Ours</title><content type='html'>All the what ifs are visiting my messed up mind. Okay, on a different subject( yes, Im avoiding that 'thing') Im going to my dad's company vacation tomorrow. Well, sorda. Only 3 family is joining, I think? Whatevs lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on this create post page for about 20 minutes without writing anything. Yes, that's how clueless I am about what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Storm's Management web today. Emma Watson recently joined them. YEY! It's my favourite out of all. Alexa Chung is with them too. I know, RIGHT? (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, please ignore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is on TV but I wont even bother watching it. After all, I do have the cd and its the uncutted version! Haha. Kind of yucky but its actually one of the major plots in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco Rocha is now a redhead, but you won't be seeing it officially until in Vogue's Jan since they bought the right for it. I've just found out recently. This is what happens when I don't visit Mostly Model. I'll be sure to tell Eric about this. I know how redheads makes him weak on the knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things I Hate About You! Yipeeee! Don't you just love Karen Mccullah Lutz? Because I absolutely do. And not only that, The Taming of The Shrew is my favourite of Shakespeare's work. Merchant of Venice being the second followed by A Midsummer's Night Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so to end this post, here's a quote I memorized by heart and keep repeating everytime I watch the movie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Patrick: Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat Stratford: Is that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um, I fell for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drink Waterpakk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3943271252274796693?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3943271252274796693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3943271252274796693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3943271252274796693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3943271252274796693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-coming-near-and-this-war-is-ours.html' title='Its Coming Near and This War Is Ours'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4193638163582310497</id><published>2008-12-26T03:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:02:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Nothing If We Don't Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/universal_pictures/love_actually/andrew_lincoln/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I hate Keira but I love this :D Richard Curtis rockssssssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVPrdfamDkI/AAAAAAAAAME/-EFY9D9zRU0/s1600-h/huge+grins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283825679717502530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVPrdfamDkI/AAAAAAAAAME/-EFY9D9zRU0/s400/huge+grins.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because of my low self esteem, I feel like bragging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVPrdLHEqvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yq_oBEY7T4o/s1600-h/kstruss_08spring_jilsander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283825674266913522" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVPrdLHEqvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yq_oBEY7T4o/s400/kstruss_08spring_jilsander.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Strauss is a gift herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of the spotlight way too long. Im sure ya'll miss me terribly. But it's okay, you are my survival. Now let me here you say. can't imagine, life without your love. Even forever, don't seem like long enough. - I need to get my own lines- Anyway, how have yaaaaaaa been? I am now oficially a victim of insomnia. I'm sleep deprived! ARGHHHHH. On the other hand, not sleeping gives me enough time to go online in the morning now that my father is bringing back his laptop again. I feel like waiting the computer to be fixed will only happen when the sun turns red on a green sky. Totally impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more days till New Year. I'll soon be posting the last post for 2008. Gosh, can't believe how fast time flies. I just want to stay right here, writing this post because I don't think I'm ready for any change to come. I've had my share of surprises these past two years. Please, can't anything go back to normal now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD. I have absolutely nothing to blog about. Which is kind of sad, to think about. I'm sure all the teachers who complained to my mother about my talkativeness would be dissapointed. I'm sorry I've failed. I am a failure. Commemorate that. Seriously, I hate reminding myself so just please, do it, okay? For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what crap I'm talking about but you people can tolerate crap, don't you? I have faith in you guys. Do not crush my hopes. I have no bloody idea for a set in polyvore which is why my sets are like so stupid. I used to hate sets like that. I mean, seriously. All I do is take a nice picture and add textures in it. Bapak senang kan? I want to do something more extreme like &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=188291"&gt;Zacarata's&lt;/a&gt;. She's my current favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nalick, can you lend me your talent? So that I can soar above and undertake this world, which is by the way what you should totally do because I swear you don't have to shake your booty in order to be standing next to Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I will stop now before your brain gets too crammed up with stuffs you don't even get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click below ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosie_hardy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let Us All Falter With Pretty Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosie_hardy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wat,wat,wateeeeeeeepak,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4193638163582310497?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4193638163582310497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4193638163582310497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4193638163582310497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4193638163582310497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-nothing-if-we-dont-fall.html' title='Life Is Nothing If We Don&apos;t Fall'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SVPrdfamDkI/AAAAAAAAAME/-EFY9D9zRU0/s72-c/huge+grins.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8181489256917287105</id><published>2008-12-25T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:53:41.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took This From Hertina</title><content type='html'>Who did you last shoot a dirty look at?&lt;br /&gt;that jerk in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;I'll drive any car with a chauffeur in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a garage sale?&lt;br /&gt;yerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your iPod?&lt;br /&gt;what makes u think I have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dog do you have?&lt;br /&gt;I can't because of my religion but I think bulldogs are cute. Their sad puppy face is to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last drink you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Pomegranate juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. That most agonizing days while I was fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, I don't really care. But my fringe is LONGGGGGGGGGGGGG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE MY FRINGE IS LONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say last?&lt;br /&gt;so whats your point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;Mariaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your brothers or sisters ever told you that you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;haha, my mother said that she found me under a cow and decided to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite key chain on your keys?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's Keychain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;gummybears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who introduced you to your boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;who says I have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you had a phone conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What DVD is in your DVD player?&lt;br /&gt;Erh? House Bunny kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something fun you did today?&lt;br /&gt;everything is fun with my lovely girls (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you hear the word "meow"?&lt;br /&gt;Rawrr haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Aimee Mann babyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you had to drink so far today?&lt;br /&gt;that stupid healthy drink Hoomy bought, Robbie's influence haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;01061993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the area code for your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Mona, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything hanging from your rear view mirror?&lt;br /&gt;me no have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many states in the U.S. have you been to?&lt;br /&gt;never been there but NYC LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;erh, play psp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you need to go shopping for?&lt;br /&gt;The sequined top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like pickles?&lt;br /&gt;depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about olives?&lt;br /&gt;with bread, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite kind of gum?&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tan lines?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA How can I when I have such a dark complexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher?&lt;br /&gt;I remember the headmistress's! Doesnt that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you baby?&lt;br /&gt;that asshole jerk in the mall. Middle finger ah wey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're at the grocery store do you used the self checkout?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever given you roses?&lt;br /&gt;Babi betul siapa yang bagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Red, Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;blackieee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a compliment you receive way too often?&lt;br /&gt;"You don't look 15" is a compliment ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;short. Just you wait, Moss. I will be taller than you. MARK MY WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to say they loved you and when?&lt;br /&gt;Jay, just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your parents?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your last relationship end?&lt;br /&gt;because of my need of presents. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said you loved on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Haziq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the furthest place you've traveled?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. The furthest scandinavian country lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer, to eat or sleep?&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look more like your mom or your dad?&lt;br /&gt;mia dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to shower?&lt;br /&gt;10 mins top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do splits?&lt;br /&gt;used toooooo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you use the grill?&lt;br /&gt;Is a 'Duhh' to arrogant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you flexible?&lt;br /&gt;used to be but since Ive gotten fatter kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie do you want to see?&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for COnfession of a Shopaholic next Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you on New Years Eve 2007?&lt;br /&gt;Family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaa. She's more the Beta type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last letter of your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours of sleep did you get last night?&lt;br /&gt;Only 5, how sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;br /&gt;the first thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of flying?&lt;br /&gt;haha no fear of height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;anything comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tatoos?&lt;br /&gt;nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Los Angeles?&lt;br /&gt;No. Screw you, FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What jewelry do you wear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;not a jewelry girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Probably Ultraviolet. *that fireeeeeeee you ignited..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you HATE?&lt;br /&gt;that annoying T.I song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;YES YES! *jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any up coming events you're excited about?&lt;br /&gt;christmas dinner. PRESENTSSSSSSSSSS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY FOR ALL THE SURVEY. I'LL UPDATE SOON. (be patient, Marie. HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8181489256917287105?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8181489256917287105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8181489256917287105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8181489256917287105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8181489256917287105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/took-this-from-hertina.html' title='Took This From Hertina'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3557044540154650134</id><published>2008-12-24T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:05:48.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Life Is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So much better when you have friends, who lets you know they're there and will catch you when you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=2366587" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and in the circle she's making, I will always revolve.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ultraviolet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3557044540154650134?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3557044540154650134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3557044540154650134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3557044540154650134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3557044540154650134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-life-is_24.html' title='Because Life Is..'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4824326621877363611</id><published>2008-12-24T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:03:28.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Useful Survey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;..that helps you NOT to get kicked out of the country.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink a lot of tea.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what a brolly is.&lt;br /&gt;[] Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.&lt;br /&gt;[] You wanted Ben to win X Factor.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the word "bugger"or the phrase "bloody hell."&lt;br /&gt;[x]Fish and Chips are yummy&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can eat a Full English Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;[] You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Its football.. not soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear flip flops all year&lt;br /&gt;[] You call flip flops thongs not flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[] You love a ... ... backyard ... barbie.&lt;br /&gt;[] You ... ... know a barbie is not a doll.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love the beach.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you swear without realizing.&lt;br /&gt;[] You're a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[] You are tanned.&lt;br /&gt;[] You're a bit of a bogan.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have an australian something&lt;br /&gt;Total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] The Sopranos is a great show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your last name ends in a vowel.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your grandmother or mother makes her own sauces.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know how a real meatball tastes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know Italian songs.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have darkish hair.&lt;br /&gt;[] You speak SOME italian.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are under 5'10''.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pizza/spaghetti is the best food in the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You talk with your hands&lt;br /&gt;Total = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spanish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You say member instead of remember.&lt;br /&gt;[] You speak spanish or some.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like tacos.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what a Puta is&lt;br /&gt;[x] You talk fast.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have had highlights or have dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know what platanos are.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've said Te Amo or Te Quiero&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You say villain as: Vee-lon.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have more than one vodka bottle in your house&lt;br /&gt;[] You know the difference between channel 1 and rtvi&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know of somebody named Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;[] You dont get cold easily.&lt;br /&gt;[] You get into contests all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[] You can easily make do with the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;[] You love listening to trance&lt;br /&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Your parents let you drink&lt;br /&gt;[] You know what a pizda is&lt;br /&gt;[] You have Pierogi at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;[] People always ask to see your "kielbasa" checking if your Polish&lt;br /&gt;[x] People randomly call you their best friend&lt;br /&gt;[] You have made/know what pisanki are&lt;br /&gt;[]You laughed when Poland beat the USA in the 2002 world cup&lt;br /&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irish &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You think beer is the best.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;[] Your last name starts with a Mc, Murph, O', Fitz or ends with a y, on, un, an,en, in, ry, ly.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have blue or green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[] You like the color green.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been to a St. Pattys day party.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a family member from Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have/had freckles.&lt;br /&gt;[] Your family get togethers always include drinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have an odd love of leprechauns&lt;br /&gt;[] You have four leaf clovers&lt;br /&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;African American &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You say nigga/nukka casually.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have/had nappy hair&lt;br /&gt;[] You like rap music&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like chicken&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like watermelon.[stereotype!]&lt;br /&gt;[] You can ‘sing’ gospel.&lt;br /&gt;[] You smoke(d) newports&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what a Booty Call is&lt;br /&gt;[] Your sick at basketball&lt;br /&gt;Total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You have slanty/small eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like rice a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[] You are good at math.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have played the piano.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have family from Asia.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You laugh sometimes covering your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[] Most people think you're chinese.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have glasses/contacts.&lt;br /&gt;[] You call hurricanes typhoons.&lt;br /&gt;[] You go to Baulko.&lt;br /&gt;[] You play Handball more than once a week&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what DDR is&lt;br /&gt;Total = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;German&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like bread.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think American Chocolate is good.&lt;br /&gt;[]You Speak some German.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know what Schnitzel is.&lt;br /&gt;[] You hate it when stupid people call you a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You went to Pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;[]You're over 5'10".&lt;br /&gt;[] You know the real meaning of "Fag".&lt;br /&gt;[] You make pretty words sound scary.&lt;br /&gt;[] You enjoy watching the military.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know that GUMMY BEARS were invented in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You like to ride 4 wheelers.&lt;br /&gt;[] You love beer.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say eh.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know what poutine is.&lt;br /&gt;[] You speak some french&lt;br /&gt;[] You love Tim Horton's.&lt;br /&gt;[] At one point you lived in a farm house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You watch/watched degrassi.&lt;br /&gt;[] You play/ played hockey or watch it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've NEVER been ass whooped by your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know who Massari is.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like french toast.&lt;br /&gt;[] You love wine.&lt;br /&gt;[] You speak a little or are fluent in french&lt;br /&gt;[] You have eaten a snail.&lt;br /&gt;[] You like fashion.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been to France&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are either a Catholic, a Muslim, a Protestant or a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;[] You say "Zut" instead of damn&lt;br /&gt;[] You own a beret.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You actually know what a beret is.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American&lt;br /&gt;[] You hate foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;[] You hate non - Christians.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've been to more then 5 states.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're lazy.&lt;br /&gt;[] You are not cultured.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate abortions.&lt;br /&gt;[] But love the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;[] You don't read.&lt;br /&gt;[] You shop at walmart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say restroom instead of washroom.&lt;br /&gt;[] You spell colour "color".&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're very loud.&lt;br /&gt;[] Your family alone makes a small city.&lt;br /&gt;[] You blast music Saturday morning to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;[] You share a bathroom with 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;[] You say "open the light" instead of "turn on the light".&lt;br /&gt;[] Your parents came into this country illegally.&lt;br /&gt;[] Your parents still don't have their Green Card after 15 years in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;[] You go to church every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;[] You always have a "to go plate" when leaving from a party.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a last name thats hard to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You eat potatoes with the skin ON it.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown (Indian, Guyanese, etc)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know who Shahrukh Khan and Hrithik Roshan are.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get crazy over hollywood actors and actresses!&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what the movie Dhoom 2 is.&lt;br /&gt;[] You can eat really good spicy food!&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have lots and LOTS of spices at your home.&lt;br /&gt;[] You came or live in Toronto and have been to Gerrard St.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have any sort of ATN channel.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what either koothi, kootha, or banchod is.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love eating Tandoori Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have relatives you've never even heard of.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EGYPTIAN : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You are smart in math or science&lt;br /&gt;[] Your mom or dad are either doctors or enginners.&lt;br /&gt;[] All you eat is kabab and kofta&lt;br /&gt;[] Your parents have one car thats a toyata&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your house actually does not smell like food&lt;br /&gt;[] You have like 67890 middle names&lt;br /&gt;Total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Native &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been to a pow wow&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a native name&lt;br /&gt;[] You are more than a quater native&lt;br /&gt;[] You know what tribe you are in&lt;br /&gt;[] You have painted your face like a warior&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to a native exhibit out of school&lt;br /&gt;[]You play lacrosse&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have eaten salmon&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scottish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can tell the difference between a Scottish &amp;amp; Irish accent&lt;br /&gt;[] one of your family members has an accent&lt;br /&gt;[x] you actually don't mind bagpipes&lt;br /&gt;[x] scottish recipes are in your household somewhere&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've heard the song "scotland the brave"&lt;br /&gt;[] no matter what, there will ALWAYS be whiskey at family gatherings&lt;br /&gt;[] any team playing england is your best friend&lt;br /&gt;[] you have tried haggas&lt;br /&gt;[x] sean connery lol&lt;br /&gt;[] you drink tap water&lt;br /&gt;[x] you know Edinburgh is pronounce "Edin-buura"&lt;br /&gt;total = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am more Australian, Italian, Brown and Scottish than I am as an Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, guess now I know where to go if I got bored of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty bummed out that I didnt get to be Irish. I've always wanted to be Irish. Me Mcloving the McIrish's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Better off.&lt;br /&gt;Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&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/7872874456593471087-4824326621877363611?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4824326621877363611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4824326621877363611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4824326621877363611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4824326621877363611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/useful-survey.html' title='A Useful Survey..'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3298107758780245800</id><published>2008-12-20T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:25:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way To Go, Captain Obvious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/tom_jerry/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5275444"&gt;&lt;img title="Tom and Jerry" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkZoakd2TVROM1JHNU9ucTRpQ0R5V1EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/tom_jerry/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5275444"&gt;Tom and Jerry&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=479077"&gt;ChicLaTique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sets! haha I'm so bragging&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using the maxis broadband and its surprisingly fast which confuses me because trust me, My imaginary pet snail used to be faster than it. I've learnt to appreciate it while I can so I shall blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is only alive after 8 pm on Weekdays. Seriously? Seriously. Its the movie of Walking Dead on the afternoons and evenings. Which is why you'll find me wide awake at 5 am. While I've been away from blogging, I set a new record. Its an achievement for me so don't expect it to qualify for Guiness World Record. Anyway, ask me what the record is? &lt;em&gt;Askkkkkkkkkkk. Ask. Ask! &lt;/em&gt;Oh, well. If you insist. I created a record of reading 3 books (over 700 pages added up) in 7 hours! You can do better? Pfft. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a follower for the Canadian tv show Blood Ties. I discovered it in purely coincidential circumstances and remembered a review on Star not long ago so decided to give it a go. Its kind of okay, although I stil have to get used with the fangs and hissings. Its kinda slow and the Love-Hate relationship between Henry and Vicki pisses me off. I mean, hook up already! So, its not entirely perfect but then what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of perfect, Arain texted me yesterday to let me know that he found the Bros and Sis's dvd but didnt bought it since he couldnt recall which season I wanted. I'm like, Duhh? Season 2 of course. I have just been gritting my teeths to see the WEDDING!! Of course, if it isn't so apparent, I'm mad at Arain but Astro View arrived on my doorsteps a few days ago, and I felt compelled to flip through the pages. Brothers and Sisters Season 2 is airing this Jan! Ecstatic! So, yeah the anger must have fade a bit but its still there, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am that Catherine Hardwicke is NOT going to direct New Moon because I swear I will kill her myself if I had to see her cheerful perky optimist grins and shrieks. Erghh. Also, I heard from this girl at Polyvore that they are making New Moon a lot different from the book, which means there is going to be a lot of Edward in it. So, all those Team Edwards, you can start hyperventilate now. I am kinda pissed because Hello? Wayyyyy to make it obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off now, as I will devour the moments of this fast connection and will not waste a single second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaaaaaaaa (waterpakk?),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3298107758780245800?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3298107758780245800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3298107758780245800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3298107758780245800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3298107758780245800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/way-to-go-captain-obvious.html' title='Way To Go, Captain Obvious.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-3716339997491987125</id><published>2008-12-17T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:40:55.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Answer is hidden in the Question.</title><content type='html'>I've decided that while I havent been posting for a while, I would entertain all you poor schmucks with a survey that everyone is posting on their blogs.&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;TEN HOW'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get one of your scars?&lt;br /&gt;what scars? *looks left* *looks right* seriously, what scars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Sushi and Books and phone calls from Qistinaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your night go last night?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do in high school?&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when I get through the last couple agonizing years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Mi went to Fremantle, mi bought the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see ur best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Every friggin second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you spend last month?&lt;br /&gt;Who's money? I'm not a spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm old enough to have a sucessful career and actually have a desire to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;3+4+10-7-2x2 = You do the maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE WHAT'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father's name?&lt;br /&gt;Khairi Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Ya's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;The moment I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover at Hummmmmmms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to know? Haa. Quit being so nosey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;br /&gt;Books and Haziq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;I don't look for it, when the right person comes, I'll like the person the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to go to tuition tomorrow and always, Haziq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny side up eggs with toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;I winced at the word because I believe hurt is not the equivalent of heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a club?&lt;br /&gt;Who haven't? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Define dumb and I'll give you the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and truth is, I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;This is actually illegal in Malaysia. Not that I'd do it if it was legal. Come on, have some dignity. I have my pride (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;If guys my age don't turn me on, what makes you think the youngsters will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to ignore this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WHO’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Lily Alma Nadhirahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hungout with?&lt;br /&gt;Deea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Lily Alma Nadhirahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;Qila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;Arain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the las person you said "i love you" to?&lt;br /&gt;Haziq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does your best friend live?&lt;br /&gt;the bestest of best friends -22, wangsa budi 11, wangsa melawati&lt;br /&gt;others- Zoo View/Ukay Perdana. Ampang Jaya and Seksyen 6, Wangsa Maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;How do I know for sure you're not a weirdo and will stalk me?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;How do you consider hanging out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;See. Why do you want to know, weirdo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;my bed and Barnes and Nobles. Benci Nabil ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite place to be. the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE DO’S/DOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you asking me this so I'd like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is this, you illiterate moron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;This is not fair. Why does it always have to be the muffin man? I love the pie lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to poo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;because they actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you get a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell you just so you can stalk me, dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This has got to stop. What are you? getting to know me better? Creepyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;I am a nice person and no matter how weird and freaky you are, I'll always have time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IF’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To have more super powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you not learn the lesson yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were stranded on a deserted island &amp;amp; could bring 1 thing what would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;I know why you're asking this. Its so I'd say you. Well, get use to dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;If I laugh, I won't stop so I'm holding back the laughter thats about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Hah, what? You're too bald? Well, a quote from She's The Man "Chicks dig it. Rawrrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehaw Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-3716339997491987125?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3716339997491987125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=3716339997491987125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3716339997491987125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/3716339997491987125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-answer-is-hidden-in-question.html' title='The Best Answer is hidden in the Question.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8107281481440480663</id><published>2008-12-17T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:16:23.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. It Must Be A Convention for Hypocrites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SUhf3B4aVvI/AAAAAAAAALc/t-OryU5_DNU/s1600-h/Y8CASEEL9FCA36RIL5CA9UYRW5CA2KSB0VCAMKBCBFCANXW6N5CA4BBE36CAS26P32CAD4IKW2CADCK520CAKRPCDHCAH9A0SECAJ0QW5GCA23FN3WCAJUKQHJCAAATAP2CAQC4AQ3CAPR1B68CAS4JLQZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575962094393074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SUhf3B4aVvI/AAAAAAAAALc/t-OryU5_DNU/s400/Y8CASEEL9FCA36RIL5CA9UYRW5CA2KSB0VCAMKBCBFCANXW6N5CA4BBE36CAS26P32CAD4IKW2CADCK520CAKRPCDHCAH9A0SECAJ0QW5GCA23FN3WCAJUKQHJCAAATAP2CAQC4AQ3CAPR1B68CAS4JLQZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, it’s you and me, kalways like it used to be, sippin' wine, killing time, trying to solve life’s mysteries. How’s your life, it’s been a while, God it’s good to see you smile. (yes, Bonjovi gets to me sometimes) Its just like when u don't know how to express your feelings and then you listen to this one song and it actually explains how you feel perfectly, right? Well. Story of my life. (Gahh, Owen Armstrong!) If it isn't so apparent, you'd notice that I'll mostly add some some from someone someone in my posts and its not plagiarism, I tell you. I just have no better idea of saying and who needs one when you already have the perfect way? Why go and try? Why even bother? Yes. Life, not as easy as it seem. Spent the weekend away. A good change from the usual. He doesnt want to admit it, but I know my little brother misses me. I can tell by the glimmer spark of hope in his eyes when he came down and saw me. Ok, now I'm exaggerating. I have tons of things to share but I'm not the kind of person to pour out every detail (clothes, conversations, places) of her day on her blog. So yeah, thats about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, since I have what seems like a gazillion hours to daydream, it got me thinking. Remember those quizzes I took and I got Bella from Twilight? And remember how I always seem to be frustrated? Well, my epiphany is that if I hate her, does that mean I hate myself too? Its not that I'm saying I believe every single thing with quizzes but of course, there must be some truth in it right? I highly doubt that. Hating myself, that is. Also, I don't hate Bella. I just sometimes wish I could be a bit stronger minded with extra confidence. I wish I'm Lizzie Bennett who stands up for her own right and doesn't let anyone contradicts her. The greatest feminist of all time. Which brings us to Bella. She's too dependent on others, I think? (see, I'm always questioning my thoughts) I like her on New Moon best because she at least tried to forget and she didnt manage but thats okay. Life is an asshole, sometimes. I get that. But if you don't at least try, then whats the point anyway? Another epiphany I came to discover is that every second is an ending and a beginning. Okay, so this might not be original. It is still true, nevertheless. Every second is a beginning, a climax and an ending for each stories in our life. The idea of comparing book to life pretty much appeals to me. The best reason I can come up with is that since I usually get enthusiastic -sometimes, over- about books, if I imagine life as one, I might actually be thrilled to go through mine. Also, books makes me more powerful. Like its the only thing I believe in and I hold on to it because its what defines who I am and not just jumping on the bandwagon like I know most people do. I don't do it just because its 'IN'. It's passion and its always going to be there for me if and when I fall down, darkness surrounding. The only light I'll get, the only comfort I'll get is from the only thing I held on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a never ending book. And you know what? I love my book (forgive the pun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly is cracking her brain trying to find an idea for a set on Polyvore. *sigh* I'm thinking about doing a set like Penelope's ending but the whole concept can't be delivered to my brain.*double sigh* Must be something wrong with the spinal cord. Photographic memory, not always a great thing. *triple sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last final huge *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gottarun Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8107281481440480663?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8107281481440480663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8107281481440480663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8107281481440480663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8107281481440480663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-it-must-be-convention-for.html' title='Wow. It Must Be A Convention for Hypocrites.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SUhf3B4aVvI/AAAAAAAAALc/t-OryU5_DNU/s72-c/Y8CASEEL9FCA36RIL5CA9UYRW5CA2KSB0VCAMKBCBFCANXW6N5CA4BBE36CAS26P32CAD4IKW2CADCK520CAKRPCDHCAH9A0SECAJ0QW5GCA23FN3WCAJUKQHJCAAATAP2CAQC4AQ3CAPR1B68CAS4JLQZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2777795381143071930</id><published>2008-12-12T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:08:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The One And Only, Wonderful Friend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection was being an ass which is why you find me offline on Windows Live and take note ; not because I was insulted by what you posted and truth is, I'm pretty much flattered that you wrote one whole post about me. Even making it public about our love-hate relationship. Now, isnt that proof enough to show how much you absolutely love me? I am also so deeply touched that you have decided to sacrifice for me. Seriously, I am. But, lets leave that part behind (it's so obvious I can't even believe I need to say it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your plan to murder me as you say and I quote"gruesomely" is kind of disgusting to know --disgusting as in it makes you want to gag, not the disgusting as in it gives you goosebumps and shivers-- but it would never top my plan to sneak into your room and slit your throat because you know it as much as I do, that plan is priceless. It's the best murder plot ever since ..*memory check* well, ever since EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how true our friendship is even tho our conversation mostly consist of us declaring our hatred towards each other. By the way, I don't need to look for the definiton of friend to know that your picture would be next to it (In Perfect You, they actually said something like this. HAHA Saja nak kasi jealous) plus to top it all, I ada Kamus Dewan 3rd Edition je? So, its not like I can even go and check the dictionary. Lol &lt;em&gt;*that stands for Laugh out loud, not Lots of love. Just In case ;p*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your amazing friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p/s ; Did you notice that I took time and wrote your name in colourful pink tones? I am so thoughtful to write it with Barbie's favourite colour. It is to show how it doesn't affect our friendship when I found out about your addiction to Barbie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2777795381143071930?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2777795381143071930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2777795381143071930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2777795381143071930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2777795381143071930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-one-and-only-wonderful-friend.html' title='To The One And Only, Wonderful Friend,'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-143446080953504300</id><published>2008-12-11T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:46:53.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be saving you</title><content type='html'>"Check it out. I got a new name tag today." He unclipped it and held it toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it. "A. GUY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned. "Someone actually asked me what the A stood for," he said, his hand brushing mine as he took the tag back, sliding it into his pocket. "I said Larry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWOON, Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA doesn't feel like Waterpak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-143446080953504300?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/143446080953504300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=143446080953504300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/143446080953504300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/143446080953504300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-ill-be-saving-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be saving you'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7691430707077254935</id><published>2008-12-11T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:55:11.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because When Life Dissapoints</title><content type='html'>you know that feeling when you feel out of breath, your heart beats erratically, you feel like you'll faint,you are screaming at the top of your lungs, the earth suddenly fails to move, life is finally turning out the way it should be and you dare not to blink because you're afraid the bubble just might burst and then reality will hit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having the feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I dare say so myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SCARY AND AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; My brother and his friends just got back from Prom (gasp right? I felt like I could finally see the light when I first found out) and they are telling me all the gory detail as if I am so excited about it I'd take notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, since my act to not look scared when they told me about the face that will appear on the window, whispering to me "Come Back, Come Back" with a long hair and a scar on her-or was it his- forehead didn't really worked and I am quite terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are having an effect on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGURES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7691430707077254935?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7691430707077254935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7691430707077254935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7691430707077254935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7691430707077254935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-when-life-holds-back.html' title='Because When Life Dissapoints'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2696056700023600793</id><published>2008-12-10T15:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:43:54.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Not Hold You Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn’t a victory after all.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t an echo after all.&lt;br /&gt;It was as real, as a week ago –&lt;br /&gt;I just hadn’t had the time to notice.&lt;br /&gt;And thus I fell again,&lt;br /&gt;As I always will;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ayvia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that the best thing for me right now is to NOT take the PMR result. Its one thing to be self conscious and its another when everyone surrounds you the moment your dreams, your expectations, your hopes shattered to the ground. Everything matters. Your expression, your voice. I am not good at pretending as I am at hiding which is why I find NOT taking the result a better option than to take it. And its not like that big of a deal because I didn't even went to take my UPSR's and only to find out about it 3 days after the result was out. It can be a bit frustrating, of course especially when you have a cousin who asks you about it every 5 minutes. Seriously. Wake up. "Tiqa, how many A?" walk to the toilet. "Tiqa, how's your UPSR?" In the shower. "Tiqa, who's going to tell you your result?" Out of the shower. "Hi! How many A?" Walk to the kitchen. "Is your result out yet?" Munchs on sandwich. "TIQA!! Do you want to know what you'll get?" (you get the point right?) and this is also the cousin who is so confident that I will gain 8A's. I am not really afraid of my hopes to crash but I am more afraid of dissapointing others. Because I feel like I have dissapointed so many in these past 3 years what with my terrible exam result and my un-activeness on corriculum activities. I know I am a failure. A constant failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have to overcome these fears and let the worst take me in because if you know where you are standing, things will only get better right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the best way out is always through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll fall in&lt;/em&gt; Waterpak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2696056700023600793?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2696056700023600793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2696056700023600793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2696056700023600793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2696056700023600793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-not-hold-you-back.html' title='I Will Not Hold You Back'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5471043584446239234</id><published>2008-12-09T04:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:12:58.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick post</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catherine Hardwicke is NOT going to direct New Moon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom Sturridge is unbelievably amazing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ulliel is the only reason to live&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lalalala. I have no idea why I am posting this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5471043584446239234?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5471043584446239234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5471043584446239234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5471043584446239234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5471043584446239234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-quick-post.html' title='just a quick post'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-847462472578676843</id><published>2008-12-06T12:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:44:20.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STn_xPvJFDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xHpecgFTRWQ/s1600-h/51TuHY9XmNL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276529659944178738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STn_xPvJFDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xHpecgFTRWQ/s400/51TuHY9XmNL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STn_w0XbnDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LGzXS6oR3Qc/s1600-h/51BQ06GSSGL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276529652596972594" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STn_w0XbnDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LGzXS6oR3Qc/s400/51BQ06GSSGL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..till the Happiest Day In My Life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited that I am starting to get a bit paranoid. &lt;em&gt;What if it got lost in mail? What if the postman came and no one was home?&lt;/em&gt; *that's the use of mailbox. Ok. ignore that*&lt;em&gt; what if it was raining and the books get soaked? What if the postman got the wrong adress?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;What if..&lt;/em&gt; I just shut up and wait till the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through Amazon's web and guess what? They reduced the price of Lock and Key from $18.99 to $12.44. Hmm, i wonder if my dad would let me buy it? *thinking, thinking.* Nahh. I'll just buy it here -- but I can't seem to find a nice copy -- or wait till it comes out in paperback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;updated : &lt;/strong&gt;I found out from Sarah's blog that the paperback is coming out on May and it has a new cover! Gasp(-ard. Ha ha. Takda kerja). I love it but Along For the Ride will be my all-time favourite for now. Which one is nicer for you? The hardcover (pink) or the paperback (green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahdessen.com/files/LockAndKey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://www.sarahdessen.com/files/LockAndKey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STrAGaKEy5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SfIdey7Gi6s/s1600-h/lkpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276741129751284626" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STrAGaKEy5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SfIdey7Gi6s/s400/lkpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now on Kinokuniya's web searching for books. Smart Boys and Fast Girls (SBFG) is available at the store. I still do not like Malaysias bookstores. Why can't we have Barnes and Nobles here? And Borders, create a Malaysia website, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBFG only has like 178 pages. I know, not worth buying especially online but who gives a damn. I've been wanting to read the book since June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the MPH Book Carnival at Times Convention Centre but my dad said its too far, my brother is on bed-rest and I just went to MPH Clearanse Sale on October. &lt;em&gt;Devastated, I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sensing that I should put all these YA books down and start reading Form 4 books. heard it will be tough. Why can't I have great self determination? I feel like giving up every minute. Isn't that dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; people keep pointing it out for me "Isn't your blog supposed to be Dramatic instead of Dramatis?" I know, people. I just wanted to add some Malay twist in it. Let it rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s; I knew it. Emile Hirsch recommended Kristen Stewart to Catharine Hardwicke which is why she got the role. I knew there is some Emile factor in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterrrrrpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-847462472578676843?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/847462472578676843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=847462472578676843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/847462472578676843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/847462472578676843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/48-hours.html' title='48 hours..'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STn_xPvJFDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xHpecgFTRWQ/s72-c/51TuHY9XmNL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8409082579798329906</id><published>2008-12-06T01:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:31:04.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful, Ice queen. You're melting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STl9Eh0h5II/AAAAAAAAAKM/Udxdk1806C0/s1600-h/chanel_iman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276385955192890498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STl9Eh0h5II/AAAAAAAAAKM/Udxdk1806C0/s320/chanel_iman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHANEL IMAN•&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooking tips: I'm learning. But I don't know how to cook Thanksgiving food yet. I know how to cook spaghetti Bolognese, pizza, and tacos — stuff that everybody knows how to cook.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; br: " src="http://www.marieclaire.co.uk/imageBank/l/Liya-Kebede.jpg" /&gt;LIYA KEBEDE•&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooking tips: I'm not a good cook. I don't cook a lot. But I like food, so it's kind of a weird thing. See, I don't do eggnog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Chanel! Go Kebede! *awkward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've just noticed that Edward Cullen wears the Risky Business shades. Hah. Tom Cruise must be proud. I have to stop talking about Twilight. Just you wait, 2 more days and all you can hear from me is Kate and Will! I just know I will fall in love with them even without reading the book yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that my piano teacher and I are finally getting along? We are! He taught me how to understand the theories easier and he let me pick a new song. Oooh, I passed the song I've been playing for two months already. And and, It's only been a week since I got a new song and I am now playing both hands!! This is good progress, as I usually only get to play both hands after three weeks. I asked him if he has the sheets for My Way by Frank Sinatra because I know my brother loves the song ( see how thoughtful I am? ) but he said he just gave it to someone else. So I got Endless Love by Lionel Richie instead. The notes are kind of hard to read because there are for the piano and the vocal. I had to do both, in tandem. It was fun? I am finally getting a grip on this piano stuffs. However, I do not feel like playing the piano every god damn time. It wears me out sometimes. But I aim to be optimistic. This is a personal achievement, you hear me? PERSONAL ACHIEVEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am downstairs and I can hear my dad snoring from the tv room (which is by the way, upstairs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last Wednesday, I woke up only to find my room like a pig-sty. This is what happens when my sister runs out of clothes to wear, or everything she wears makes her look fat. I don't know what happened to me while I slept, maybe I got banged on the wall but I woke up feeling like hmm.. Spring Cleaning! Only it is more like wardrobe cleaning? Ha ha. I took out all the clothes from my wardrobe and decided to fold it up nicely, so it won't look as messy as it was. It was very nostalgic. i found 5 out of 7 (I wonder where the other two went? maybe to charity) of my flower girl dresses. --Yes, I've been a flower girl for 7 times. I suspect my mom has something to do with it, you know maybe handing out cards to strangers because I swear, of all the 7 weddings I've been a flower girl, only 3 weddings do I actually know the bride / the groom. And after the 3rd wedding, I told my mom that was it. No more. But one day she came back making her sad puppy face asking me for a favor. She even bribed me with the Baby-G watch. I can't believe how easy I can be bought. I told her, this is the last. And for the next 3 weddings, she keep saying 'last one. last one' but it finally ended when she realised that no one wants me to be a flower girl anymore, considering how tall I am for my age. *shit, I got distracted again didn't I? Pergh.*-- I also came across this pants that both Amal and I had when we were small. Aunty Hana and my mom bought it together so they had us wear it everytime we go out together. I only get to wear it for about a year? before I outgrown them. Also, I still fit in my 11 years old jeans! I know right!! Of course it isn't as loose as once I wore it, but you know lose some fat on my thighs, and I am ready to goooo. I am now 54 kg. Yes, yes! 2 more kg till I reach my minimum normal weight according to the BMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am telling you all this. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, go die. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8409082579798329906?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8409082579798329906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8409082579798329906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8409082579798329906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8409082579798329906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-death-and-death-dont-hug.html' title='Careful, Ice queen. You&apos;re melting'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STl9Eh0h5II/AAAAAAAAAKM/Udxdk1806C0/s72-c/chanel_iman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4586456950037228213</id><published>2008-12-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:56:25.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell-O, Jackie-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa195/FridayPlaydate/P1050364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa195/FridayPlaydate/P1050364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go to the Year End Sale. I know, I know what you guys might be thinking. Shopping? Atiqah? Now, thats an odd collobaration. But do not blame me. Blame my sister for always buying magazines and Natasha Kraal for being such a good editor-in-chief. So, things I want to buy -- besides books, of course -- is cardigans in all colour. Since that is asking for the moon, i would settle for 3. that's not asking too much, is it? Especially since my sister now, owns 5 skinny jeans. Cobalt Blue, Emerald Green, Egg Yellow, White, Black. And the other reason I am looking forward for this sale is that I can finally get my hands on a sequined top that I've been waiting all year for. I have one particular top in mind, I found it with liyy the other day but since I get guilty spending money, I will spend my dad's instead. HAHA. There is just something with sequined tops that makes me green with envy whenever I see someone wearing it. Seriously. I was browsing through Bazaar's pages when i saw this model wearing the prettiest sequined dress I've seen and I actually have an urge to rip off the page. And well, that's the only thing I want to buy. However, i'm willing to bet that when I do go the Sale, I will end up buying something else entirely. Cross your fingers because I really want the sequined top :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take care of my little brother since he just got out from hospital and he needs someone to be there for him. He can't move that much, which means total agony for me. Anyway, while my brother was playing his new PSP, my mind wandered off and suddenly, AHAH! I figure out how my perfect date would go. And just stretching here; it's a perfect date, not perfect first date because everyone knows a first date must be something where u can get to know each other better. Anyway, my perfect date would be eating sushi at Sakae (i loveeee that place) and my date would be playing his PSP --- or anything that is 'IN' at the moment --- and I would be reading my book -- because a book never gets old -- and we won't even be talking because after all, expression speaks louder than words, right? HAHA. I know this might sound a bit stupid and odd and so not romantic but I kind of like it. I'm weird, whats your point? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know. The thought of moving on cross my mind every single damn day. I just choose to ignore it. I'd rather be haunted by the thought of you leaving than spending the rest of my life knowing I left you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to go to&lt;/em&gt; Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4586456950037228213?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4586456950037228213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4586456950037228213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4586456950037228213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4586456950037228213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/hell-o-jackie-o.html' title='Hell-O, Jackie-O'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7275733864396158282</id><published>2008-12-05T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:55:13.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Loose, Break Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a2sS2Pv9pLs/SSY49qL2v-I/AAAAAAAAB8M/90nvDsYYPjY/s320/000000081450-jourdan_dunn-fullsize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are those kind of people who are very slow, I will tell you what my mood is now. I am bored. Is that even considered a mood? Oh well. I have no parental guidance in my house so yeah. partaayy! NOT. My siblings, yeahh. Qiba went to futsal, I think. That is his idea of party. Qila went out celebrating her freedom after having her last paper today, and I am here, under the table (I'm scared someone might break in since there's no guys at home) searching about Emile Hirsch. No, I do not have a crush on him. While my lovely siblings went out to play, I am stucked in the house reading cookbooks trying to figure out how to make homemade icecream jelly since I can't bake (the oven broke down) and calling them reminding about the curfew. Not that they actually listen to me. Well, someone has to be responsible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly is making the dictionary her new bestfriend. Seriously. I even took Jane Austen's book and searched for all the words I don't quite know the meaning of. Isn't it strange that you don't know the word but you get the sentence? Words. How fascinating they can be. I've finished my face cleanser. Of all times they can run out, it had to be now. Especially since my dad is not around. They just like to watch me suffer right? It's their favourite pasttime. And if that's not enough I woke up with one massive pimple on my forehead. and here I am, thinkin that my blackspots are finally fading away. Due to desperation, I decided to use the oldest trick in the book. Beauty book, that is. I used toothpaste. It actually worked! The pimple didn't exactly dissapear but it has potential. I was so happy that it worked, I smothered toothpaste all over my face like a face mask thinking it would help with the blackspots too. Boy, was I wrong! Not only didn't it help, it also made my face so sticky, I had to use my facial scrub. I think the only reason I am pampering my skin is because I am too bored. Trust me. A giant enormous pimple could grow on my nose and I wouldn't give a damn if it's on a school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit. Ha ha. I read about the terms of shit in the newspaper the other day. That was fun. I love that part of the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me, but I don't seem to like guys who take their own picture. Isn't that so.. I don't know. Does the word VAIN ring a bell? Probably some has good looks and well, you can't just ignore good looks but I have this thing for ignorant guys who don't give a damn that he is beautiful. A guy who couldn't care less about his hair or his shirt. They turn me on :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off now, listening to Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian. SHIT. Cohn and Levithan is having a huge influence on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's go to&lt;/em&gt; Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7275733864396158282?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7275733864396158282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7275733864396158282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7275733864396158282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7275733864396158282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-loose-break-free.html' title='Let Loose, Break Free'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a2sS2Pv9pLs/SSY49qL2v-I/AAAAAAAAB8M/90nvDsYYPjY/s72-c/000000081450-jourdan_dunn-fullsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-9192593084485697258</id><published>2008-12-03T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:42:10.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STZUCVl_FbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rZcXgVMwRPg/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275496412644054450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STZUCVl_FbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rZcXgVMwRPg/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc11.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/249/9/c/Twilight_icon_2_by_BeautifulInsanityyy.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-9192593084485697258?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/9192593084485697258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=9192593084485697258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/9192593084485697258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/9192593084485697258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-had-to.html' title='I just had to.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STZUCVl_FbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rZcXgVMwRPg/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-30436935399037155</id><published>2008-12-03T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:53:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a never ending life.</title><content type='html'>All this while, I talk about stupid mindless things without even payin visit to other people's blog. I am so selfish. There is no good explanation except that I am an absolute jerk. I'm sorry. Especially to those people who linked me and I said i'd link them back, but I didn't. Sorry. I promise I will though, when? I don't know. I am so lazy, its unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila tagged me! thanks :) I'll do the tag next time tho because I have no idea where the camera is right now. That is the only excuse I can come up to. Sorry. Urgh, I repulse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-30436935399037155?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/30436935399037155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=30436935399037155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/30436935399037155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/30436935399037155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-ending-life.html' title='a never ending life.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6619507565256472198</id><published>2008-12-03T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:03:18.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand over the Kleenex.</title><content type='html'>Fatin just told me one disturbing fact. The postman usually comes in the afternoon instead of in the morning. And here I am, getting worked up and perky about getting up early on the morning of 8th December to honor the arrival of the best book ever( I really have to stop worshiping this book). Except I don't think I'm going to be around on the 8th? Oh no, no no. Please let me be home. Have mercy. This is the only time I'm begging, since Jennifer A. broke up with John M.  for the 1st time.Which has been so long, it feels like a century has passed. Kate Brown, we are like long lost sisters who are destinied to be in love with yummy, wonderful Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6619507565256472198?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6619507565256472198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6619507565256472198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6619507565256472198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6619507565256472198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/hand-over-kleenex.html' title='Hand over the Kleenex.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-1380326295960862085</id><published>2008-12-03T01:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:55:02.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww MAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!" href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="I'm a Bella! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_bella.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I so wanted to get Leah, except if she's not available then probably Rosalie. Whyy? Of all people. I think its probably because of the question about the guy I like. I can't help it if I have a thing for kind and hardworking guys right? Screw Edward for being a kind guy. Ergh. I knew I should've choosed Dangerous and complicated. Excuse myself while I go dig a hole and bury myself in for having the same taste as "ye old' sweet little Swan girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going to pay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-1380326295960862085?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1380326295960862085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=1380326295960862085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1380326295960862085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/1380326295960862085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/aww-man.html' title='Aww MAN!'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-7651476160356042215</id><published>2008-12-01T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:38:38.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill, I'll give you the drill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello. The previous post is what happens when you get so angry you just feel like bashing out on your blog even if that person won't even bother reading it. In fact, that person might not even know this wonderful blog even existed. Which is good, I think? because that person wouldn't be flattered for getting one whole post about her even if the post only consist of less than 10 lines. I am filled with anguish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am now writing with the arial font. Eventhough I know it won't be the arial font when I post it, I just like typing in arial font. It makes me a whole lot better. And that is the most important thing right? To be comfortable with yourself rather than impressing others. Arial font has a calming soothing feeling in it, it just makes me want to leap up, skip around the house and sing along to Sound of Musics's My Favourite Things. &lt;em&gt;"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For your sake. Yes, I will stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I woke up at 930 am. Yes, you read it right. No typo there. Sing me praises. Applaude louder. That is a personal achievement, you hear? I don't really want to tell you what happens after I woke up because then you'll think low of me. As I am a very good person, (I stick to the rule Honesty is the best policy),I will tell you what I did after half past 9 (my little brother is having an influence on me. He keeps saying quarter to 3, Half past 8. It's very addictive.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My father is doing a bad imitation of rap songs. All I did was complain when he sang his song which doesnt even really sound like one. And there he goes with his " Oh. You can sing your Mat-Salleh songs and I can't sing my songs. I am reminiscing my youth. and *insert rap songs(or he thinks it is)*" And they ask me, why I think my father has a mid-life crisis. Hello? It wouldnt be more obvious if a person stated that the sun is the source of light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ah, anyway. Back to the part on half past 9. Didn't you realize that I always get distracted? Sadly, yeah. I am easily distracted. So, all you have to do is pray that the Paddle Pop guy won't pass my house now or you'll never know what I did on half past 9. Ha ha. I am saying what I did like it was such a great mystery that you guys would be so anxious to know what is it already. You are going to be dissapointed. I woke up, went to the tv room (to check on the time on Astro's decoder) and then went straight back to my room and sleep. That only lasted for 10 minutes before I woke up again (another achievement) realising that I am no longer sleepy. Dissapointed aren't you? You can sigh, if you want. let out the breath you've been holding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have to go now. My father is babbling right this moment about how I always use the laptop at the last minute and never put it in his bag so he has to do that and he's sick of doing it because it's not like he was using it. I guess I'd pretend to be a nice daughter and put it in the bag, for his sake. Also, he's eating breakfast and I can just smell the alluring smell of sunny side up egg(i can't remember what its called) and the toast. Mmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Waterpak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-7651476160356042215?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7651476160356042215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=7651476160356042215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7651476160356042215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/7651476160356042215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/chill-ill-give-you-drill.html' title='Chill, I&apos;ll give you the drill.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4766948596441244074</id><published>2008-12-01T10:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:05:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer me this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kalau memang bodoh, always stay bodoh, yeh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how much you study, no matter how smart you sound like, and the things you say is so intellegic but deep down, in your deepest core, beats a heart of a stupid person. Face it. Take it. Get the hell outta MY life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4766948596441244074?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4766948596441244074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4766948596441244074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4766948596441244074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4766948596441244074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/12/answer-me-this.html' title='Answer me this.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-8104934299808287006</id><published>2008-11-30T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T03:19:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is ever alone.</title><content type='html'>ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Is Midnight Sun still dead to you, or can you see finishing and publishing it in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPHENIE MEYER: It's really complicated, because everyone now is in the driver's seat, where they can make judgment calls. ''Well, I think this should happen, I think she should do this.'' I do not feel alone with the manuscript. And I cannot write when I don't feel alone. So my goal is to go for, like, I don't know, two years without ever hearing the words Midnight Sun. And once I'm pretty sure that everyone's forgotten about it, I think I'll be able to get to the place where I'm alone with it again. Then I'll be able to sneak in and work on it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-8104934299808287006?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8104934299808287006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=8104934299808287006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8104934299808287006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/8104934299808287006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-one-is-ever-alone.html' title='No one is ever alone.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-435434280254344544</id><published>2008-11-30T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:45:36.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me bored-y.</title><content type='html'>You know what weird is? Let me tell you what is weird. Weird is that I sign in to my Polyvore only to receive a personal message stating that I am now a moderator for a Twilight group?!  And to think I only PM-ed her to ask about the contest she did. Plus, it is kind-of pathetic since in the contest, I'm the only one who entered and I have no idea how to make people join. The idea of sending links to people and ask them to join isn't really appealing. I have no idea how to leave the group since if I leave, there will be no moderator. Im just too nice to do that. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-435434280254344544?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/435434280254344544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=435434280254344544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/435434280254344544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/435434280254344544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-bored-y.html' title='me bored-y.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4333520219286020288</id><published>2008-11-29T05:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:36:19.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me.</title><content type='html'>it's 530 in the morning. I'm on Youtube watching 10 Things I Hate about You which makes me want to go on the piano and play Can't Take My Eyes Off You right now but I don't want to be responsible for anyone having a heartattack. Anyway, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to upload these pictures ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STBjdMA7SYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BTANV6bnqHs/s1600-h/hamster-vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STBjdMA7SYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BTANV6bnqHs/s400/hamster-vampire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273824516743317890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you hungry?" "STARVING!" I like this hamster, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STBjcwRjbnI/AAAAAAAAAII/ceegeiAj7js/s1600-h/Quileute-Pack-twilight-series-15508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STBjcwRjbnI/AAAAAAAAAII/ceegeiAj7js/s400/Quileute-Pack-twilight-series-15508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273824509296864882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Leah Clearwater.Isn't she just lovely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4333520219286020288?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4333520219286020288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4333520219286020288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4333520219286020288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4333520219286020288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-let-me.html' title='Don&apos;t let me.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/STBjdMA7SYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BTANV6bnqHs/s72-c/hamster-vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-6094511125831941751</id><published>2008-11-29T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:42:22.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm going to Hell.</title><content type='html'>Which book in the series is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take you to read the books?&lt;br /&gt;1 day? I read Eclipse for 2 days though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who introduced you to the books?&lt;br /&gt;Internet. Then Adlin lent me hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you buy them, borrow them, or have them given to you as a gift?&lt;br /&gt;borrow them. Tak kuasa nak membeli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you most looking forward to: Breaking Dawn, Midnight Sun, or the movie?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sun. The book makes me like Edward more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your dream ending to the series?&lt;br /&gt;Dream ending? Hmm. Leah moving on to someone way, wayyy better than Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite character?&lt;br /&gt;Leah Clearwateer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your favorite vampire?&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, probably Emmett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite werewolf?&lt;br /&gt;Leah Clearwatttttter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one of your favorite quotes from the stories?&lt;br /&gt;Erh. The night after Bella cried the whole day after leaving Jacob in Eclipse, Edward asked Bella "Are you sure?" That was sweet, to me. Hes sacrificing the love of his life just so she can be happy, no matter how much it wil kill him inside. and the "You compare one small tree to an entire forest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite Bella and Edward moment?&lt;br /&gt;That night when Bella slept at Edward's room, and Edward came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite Bella and Jacob moment?&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. That time when they went to the bbq or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about your favorite Bella and Alice moment?&lt;br /&gt;When Bella is held under house arrest and Alice was so looking forward for the sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite adventure/battle?&lt;br /&gt;Thefirst time Bella hunted. That was funny. "Show off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which book cover was your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn because I like the meaning behind of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these books among your favorite books of all?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This or That?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight or New Moon?&lt;br /&gt;New Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon or Eclipse?&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse or Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more excited about Breaking Dawn or Midnight Sun?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sun. I really like  how Edward feels about Bella, rather than how Bella feels about Edward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sun or the Twilight Movie?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sun, again. Since I've seen the movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twilight Movie or Breaking Dawn?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to see Bella with most: Edward or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Edward I guess.She does love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you like more:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella or Edward?&lt;br /&gt;Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella or Alice?&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice or Edward?&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie or Alice?&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper or Alice?&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper or Edward?&lt;br /&gt;Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle or Esme?&lt;br /&gt;probably Esme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett or Jasper?&lt;br /&gt;Both. Jasper's sweet with Alice and Emmett is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Emmett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella or Rosalie?&lt;br /&gt;Both. The same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esme or Charlie?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie or Carlisle?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie. He's Freakin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie or Billy?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob or Sam?&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, duhh. Who likes Sam. Stupid asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam or Quil?&lt;br /&gt;Quil ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quil or Embry?&lt;br /&gt;Quil duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the better villain: James or Victoria?&lt;br /&gt;Victoria because she's a better mastermind than James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werewolves or Vampires?&lt;br /&gt;Don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-6094511125831941751?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6094511125831941751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=6094511125831941751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6094511125831941751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/6094511125831941751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-im-going-to-hell.html' title='Since I&apos;m going to Hell.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-4010667921206416142</id><published>2008-11-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:14:32.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, look who's crawling back.</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out my true calling in Polyvore. It is not creating sets with clothes, nor is it sets copying a celebrity style. It is the random sets, where I just mix everything up. Some call it dream set. Well, dream set it is! I know, I make horrible ones, which is very messed up but I kind of like it. Yeah, I'm weird. Got a problem? I am learning though. Practice makes perfect right? And guess what, I got right for this question about Twilight and I'll be getting 10 favs. I was bugging Liyana about this a lot on Msn. Sorry, Lui and thankyou. Oh well. I better go now, before I suffocate you with these endless babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/take_me_away/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4878281"&gt;&lt;img title="Take me away" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnpwMTdEVkM5M1JHTkxueHdPUlNxVlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/take_me_away/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4878281"&gt;Take me away&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=479077"&gt;ChicLaTique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/keep_believing/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4878454"&gt;&lt;img title="Keep Believing" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmVDQk5WMU85M1JHU3FqZVQ5RFFXZWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/keep_believing/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4878454"&gt;Keep Believing&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=479077"&gt;ChicLaTique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/always_forever/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4880173"&gt;&lt;img title="Always and Forever" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk1QUF95V0s5M1JHcGxyTGpDQk80UUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/always_forever/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4880173"&gt;Always and Forever&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=479077"&gt;ChicLaTique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-4010667921206416142?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4010667921206416142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=4010667921206416142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4010667921206416142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/4010667921206416142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-look-whos-crawling-back.html' title='Now, look who&apos;s crawling back.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5337467731064333802</id><published>2008-11-28T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:47:35.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They fight. Paris falls.</title><content type='html'>Before you say that I am obsessed, let me explain my situation. It's 350am and I am nowhere near sleepy. I dont have any idea what to do for a set on Polyvore, and well. Googling Twilight just seems like a good idea at the time (which is now, for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found out the most important sentences in Twilight andNew Moon. I remembered Eclipse was something like" My love for Jacob is eclipsed by my love for Edward" but not the exact quote. Couldn't find the one in Breaking Dawn. I'd have to have the book for me to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's twilight," Edward murmured. [...] "It's the safest time of day for us," he said, answering the unspoken question in my eyes. "The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way ... the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully."I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight — a lunar eclipse, a new moon.A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, turns out there is no blood type scene in the movie. It's never been filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I am so fucking bored, it's obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5337467731064333802?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5337467731064333802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5337467731064333802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5337467731064333802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5337467731064333802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-fight-paris-falls.html' title='They fight. Paris falls.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5883377980302278758</id><published>2008-11-28T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:33:51.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not an obsession, its an addiction.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Me and Thursday, not really the best of friends. (Remember last week when Mr.Phua told me that the class was cancelled?) Anyway, today i went to watch Twilight which means that I'm totally in luck right but then they cut the kissing part which is totally infuriating. They did cut out some important parts that I find interesting, but there was this part that they keep the same eventhough no one would notice it if you cut it off, so credits. &lt;em&gt;Example ; When in the garage, Jasper mentioned that "I have fight with guys like him. It's not easy".&lt;/em&gt;Then I went home, only to find out that I forgot to cancel my piano class. Sigh. After apologizing for the 100th time to my teacher, I decided to read four truths and a lie. Unfortunately, I feel asleep. On the 2nd page, no less! I guess thats the result for only sleeping 4 hours last night. Which is by the way, totally worth it because I get to watch that Kim Possible episode I've never seen. Who knew, She-Go was once a hero. Ah, back to the Thursday not my biggest fan, my dad got stucked in the traffic so I had to wait until 945 for the laptop. Then, my sister used the line so I couldn't go online. I finished Four Truths and a Lie while waiting for Gilmore Girls only to find out that there is no Gilmore Girls, instead there is America's Got Talent. My hearts breaking. Let's not talk about depressing stuffs or I might just commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;*tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I notice things that people don't really care about? Well, I discovered some similarity between Kate Brian's The V club/Sweet 16 and Lauren Barnholdt's Two Way Street/ Four Truths and a Lie(FTAL). There is also something very similar in FTAL with Devon Delaney, but I lost the book,(I left it on my bus, and when i asked the bus driver he said he saw it but the next day, it was gone. Stupid asshole who stole my book, I hope you catch Spanish Influenza and die*is it obvious I'm thinking about Twilight) so I can't just quote it. It's something about knee touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I typed it up just for you. Please don't be flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KATE BRIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;sweet 16&lt;/span&gt;- page 250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teagan finally looked at him and saw&lt;em&gt; the uncertainty in his&lt;/em&gt; stunning blue&lt;em&gt; eyes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;the V club&lt;/span&gt;- page 169.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced up at her and Eva could swear there was a &lt;em&gt;hint of uncertainty in his eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUREN BARNHOLDT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Two Way Street&lt;/span&gt; - page 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want some coffee?" my mom asks, which is ridiculous because she know I don't drink coffe. &lt;em&gt;Coffee stunts your growth&lt;/em&gt;. I'm only&lt;em&gt; five-foot-two&lt;/em&gt;, and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Four Truths and a Lie&lt;/span&gt; - page 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Coffee stunts your growth&lt;/em&gt;," Crissa says, frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm already&lt;em&gt; five foot two&lt;/em&gt;." I take a bite of my apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*take serious notice to the words in itallic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well I'm gonna go and do new sets for Polyvore. I might be a bit obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-5883377980302278758?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5883377980302278758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5883377980302278758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5883377980302278758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5883377980302278758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-obsession-its-addiction.html' title='It&apos;s not an obsession, its an addiction.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-2186246962398531359</id><published>2008-11-26T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:23:56.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a meaningless kiss.</title><content type='html'>I found out that I get PMS post-menstruation, unlike most people who PMS during menstruation. Okay, this is seriously disgusting I don't know why Im even talking about it. Stop. Now. I.am.stopping.now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to an un-yucky topic, Aunty Ella( my dad's P.A) told me that Perfect You along with Smart Boys and Fast Girls will arrive on my doorsteps on 8th December, which is 11 days away, that could actually come off as a lifetime for me. Ah, I guess I just have to wait and ponder. Wait and ponder. That sounds a bit melodramatic, dont you think? At last, I'm living up to the blog's namesake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister bought Harper's Bazaar, Tatler and Seventeen! Finally, something useful to kill away boredom. In Harper's Bazaar was this article about Chanel Cruise Heels Miami Vice that caught my eyes. It's so friggin cool. It brings a whole new definition of killer heels. Tatler is, of course like Tatler. I love Tatler because I like to see the last few pages where they show all the events, who attends them and I get to identify the ones I know. Yes, that is pathetic. Whats your point? I have no idea why I'm babbling about magazines because it's not like you guys care right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so busy killing time with polyvore that I forgot to visit Mostly Model. Now, its down to the final two. I am so mad. I really need some catching up to do. So, to end this meaningless post which Im sure most of you have already left this web due to frustration / disgustion on my stupid post, this is a photo of Lakshmi Menon, (the next big thing in Modelling, she's Indian! and the face of Hermes) to those who stayed, faithfully. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SS1pmyxB1_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/qjb3atjYJDI/s1600-h/lmenon_08aug_prada2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272986853904078834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SS1pmyxB1_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/qjb3atjYJDI/s400/lmenon_08aug_prada2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; I seriously need to buy a book.&lt;br /&gt;p.p/s; like you didnt know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p/s; My Dad didn't went ballistic when I said I wanted a Sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.p/s; I really have to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterpak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIQA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872874456593471087-2186246962398531359?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2186246962398531359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=2186246962398531359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2186246962398531359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/2186246962398531359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-meaningless-kiss.html' title='Just a meaningless kiss.'/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SS1pmyxB1_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/qjb3atjYJDI/s72-c/lmenon_08aug_prada2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872874456593471087.post-5539499669549186806</id><published>2008-11-25T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:32:05.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? I lose two kg. But that's a different story. Trust me, you wouldn't want to know how. It would be the most disgusting thing you'll ever hear. However, we humans do it maybe twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Survey thing is really starting to get into me. I am constantly looking for a new survey to do. I'm thinking about going to the class where they teach you how to sit up straight and walk with confidence booze. I am slouching badly, no matter how many times I try not to. But I think the class will mostly teach you ladylike stuff and damn I don't want to be all girly. Not that I have anything against it. It would be nice to be the queen of demure and politeness but I hate to break it to ya, I ain't that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to help ease your pain ( dying of boredom) I did a survey I would like to share :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I sweet? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;Maxis, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Mi casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Whats your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;I am really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Does your crush/girl friend/boy friend like you back?&lt;br /&gt;doubt that, don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;a little bit pissed, mostly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What is your moms name?&lt;br /&gt;Noranita Yahya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Are you close with your dad?&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.If you could go back in TIME and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;dependable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yeah. But not to worry, I can control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;No, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Favorite Month?&lt;br /&gt;June. Its mid-term holiday andddddddd my birthday is on June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;Justine Henine :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and Rozreen. Banyak lagi oh, :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Invincible? That'd be cool. I could be kick ass all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Whats the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Probably the face. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Caramel Frappe, cream based no toppings.Grande. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Favorite TV show(s)?&lt;br /&gt;This will a long time. Hmm, Grey's, Private Practice, Ugly Betty, Pushing Daisies, Brothers and Sisters, 90210, October Road, Popular, Gossip Girl, That 70's Show, Big Shots, Shark, Cashmere Mafia, Lipstick Jungle, Friday Night Lights, babi banyak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you still watch kiddy movies?&lt;br /&gt;Desperate times calls for desperate measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;My 8 glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Whats your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;Influenced by my mother's obsession. Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, All around lips virgin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Ever kissed on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;You know what this remind me of? Courtney and Jordan in Two Way Street. When they went to Miami. HAHA. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Two Way Street. and when is Perfect You coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I'm doing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;My friend whom shall not be named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Panic at the Disco- Northern Downpour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;I am a lazy girl. I don't do hard works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you ever want to get married? kids?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the thing. I don't mind getting married, but my husband have to die or I get a divorce because I want to lead a miserable life. I just adore love lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Black, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Who was the last person to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Bazil. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.What is your favorite meal at your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Double Cheeseburger set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Do you cut out coupons?&lt;br /&gt;Like, hell yeah. Influenced, again by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Whats the weirdest thing under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Chocolate wrappers I think. I throw them there so that my parents won't find out I ate all of the chocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who reads my blog.&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/7872874456593471087-5539499669549186806?l=talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5539499669549186806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7872874456593471087&amp;postID=5539499669549186806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5539499669549186806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872874456593471087/posts/default/5539499669549186806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talkshitgetshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-what-i-lose-two-kg.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiqa Khairi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11084761865384440200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99NMACscu44/SaDdFeRhBWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a6mOINEu1k0/S220/tiqa.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
