<?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-4672102871761488315</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:43:11.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ LiFe Tickles Me..  Or TicKs Me Off.. ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8217591264161118307</id><published>2010-10-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:50:33.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Off to Another Stage ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling down today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in just a few days I won't be living with my family for the next 9 months. I mean I've been living with them for the last 5 months and God knows how much I love them, loathe them, get annoyed by them but at the end of the night when everything is over I'll b snuggling beside them in their bed watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me just going off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I'll be when I'm off to another stage in life. I can't be snuggling with them when I go home as I have my husband to tend to. I just hope that my babah would approve me of a good husband and all of us could snuggle at the end of the day and do the routine even if I'm somebody's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dream.. Lets just pray very hard for my babah to let go of me first then we'll pray bout the snuggling part k..&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.. I wonder if my husband would like the snuggling part with them as well..  Or is it just too weird..  hehe.. &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/4672102871761488315-8217591264161118307?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8217591264161118307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8217591264161118307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8217591264161118307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8217591264161118307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-to-another-stage.html' title='~Off to Another Stage ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-7795314017487298364</id><published>2010-05-11T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:51:37.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ BelateD WisH..~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I've said before..  My mummy will only celebrate Mother's Day on my Birthday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I still called her on the day just to wish a fake wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she thanked me with a fake thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I messaged all my other mothers out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aunty..  Happy Mother's Day!! Hope you're celebrated like a Queen today. As today is the day for you to demand.. Hehe..  Muahsss.. Thanks for being my mummy too. I love you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my dearest mummy replied wishing thanx and that they love me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my favourite reply which is from Ame's mum.. I laughed reading her message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thanks for remembering me! I so appreciate and glad you are my daughter.&lt;br /&gt; ( here comes the funny part...) Of course I'll demand but the thing that I want is out of their budget... heehee... Luv u forever! Ur mummy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly called Ame telling her bout the messaged. How her mum's reply is so brutally honest and Ame scolded her mum for saying so..  Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss Aunty as she is so blunt with you..  I once was force fed health food because she said I was fat and how I dress up so selekeh. Yupppp.. She said that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..   Hope you guys and gals out there treats your mother like a Queen no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who can't... Whether because they are far or not with us anymore.. Remember them in our heart and read Al- Fatihah..&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/4672102871761488315-7795314017487298364?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/7795314017487298364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=7795314017487298364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7795314017487298364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7795314017487298364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/05/belated-wish.html' title='~ BelateD WisH..~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-956201624749246041</id><published>2010-04-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:36:54.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ The MeSSaGe ~</title><content type='html'>I was about to go to sleep ( which was around 3:40 am) when I suddenly got a message.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who would message me at this time..  It was Nabil....  I really freak out since he juz  had an eye operation. When I view it.. This is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Weh..  Apa maksud kumbaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like mad..  What the hellll??!!!!  I called him straight away. We  were laughing like mad.. He was so bored that suddenly he thought of the word kumbaya.. Nabil.. Nabil..  You can ask the darnest of questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the Addam's Family Movie where they sang Kumbaya to Wednesday.. And her reaction was so funny.. Dia kan heartless..  Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my dearest Nabil..  I Google and Kumbaya is from the Gullah creole language. Apparently a corruption of the English phrase "come by here" in a spiritual song.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for Google..  hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what his next question will be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-956201624749246041?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/956201624749246041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=956201624749246041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/956201624749246041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/956201624749246041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/04/message.html' title='~ The MeSSaGe ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8913348621619669008</id><published>2010-04-27T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T03:38:08.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Ethics Lesson No. 2.. ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spit your crap where it is suitable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not on the restaurant's floor you ****************!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Where is your manner dude??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously felt like going to the you and giving you a  piece of my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being sane.. I don't think its worth it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would if he spits on my face face instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucckkkkkkkkksssssssss...&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/4672102871761488315-8913348621619669008?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8913348621619669008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8913348621619669008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8913348621619669008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8913348621619669008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/04/ethics-lesson-no-2.html' title='~ Ethics Lesson No. 2.. ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-5896236270924526716</id><published>2010-04-19T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:58:10.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ My Jewelry... ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A woman wears her tears like jewelry~ Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4672102871761488315-5896236270924526716?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/5896236270924526716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=5896236270924526716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5896236270924526716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5896236270924526716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-jewelry.html' title='~ My Jewelry... ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-4185415237961299896</id><published>2010-04-12T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:50:25.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Keoi....  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; He just told me that he's planning to get married next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation I cried my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was being dramatic and was laughing thinking that I was acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he heard my muffled voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nanti ko kahwin boleh ke jumpa lagi? Boleh ke kita gayut?? Nanti dia marah..  Huwaaaaa..  Keoi..  make sure dia suka aku k..  Nak kawan ngan ko lagi.. Huwaaaaaaaa....  Paksa gak k dia suka aku so that aku leh lepak ngan korang. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I cried again..  Non stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We've been friends for 10 years and I can't loose my bestfriend. He's the one guy that is so constant in my life after he broke up with his girlfriend. I lost him once then.. I don't want to loose him ever again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that his future wife likes me. Please like me.. I don't want anything to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please be the most supporting wife ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.. Pretty please..  With sugar on top..&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/4672102871761488315-4185415237961299896?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/4185415237961299896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=4185415237961299896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/4185415237961299896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/4185415237961299896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/04/keoi.html' title='~ Keoi....  ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-2085459599349912850</id><published>2010-04-07T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:24:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Ethics...  LEARN IT!!!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HANG UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHAT YOU DO WHEN WE FIGHT!!!  WHAT THE HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need anger management..  but you're not making it any better by hanging up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of advice..  If you wanna fight with me or with any other people..  Get it out there. Not by shutting me up and keeping quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DOES NOT HELP ANYBODY!!!!&lt;br /&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/4672102871761488315-2085459599349912850?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/2085459599349912850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=2085459599349912850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2085459599349912850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2085459599349912850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/04/ethics-learn-it.html' title='~ Ethics...  LEARN IT!!!~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8314565400742956787</id><published>2010-04-02T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:59:12.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 2nd April Fools?? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After being in a relationship for quite sometime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to know that some guys are still asking about you from friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is to know that they're dissapointed when they say you've got a bf.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..  I knowwwww... Feeling ultimately full of myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in Malacca and feeling so bored up to my skull and this is the only good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news to cheer me up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Hafeez.. You made my day even though I'm not sure whether its true or just one of your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid 2nd day April Fools..&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/4672102871761488315-8314565400742956787?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8314565400742956787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8314565400742956787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8314565400742956787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8314565400742956787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-april-fools.html' title='~ 2nd April Fools?? ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-1659437769110262278</id><published>2010-03-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:09:18.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Doodle ~</title><content type='html'>My blog had a make over as I had just learned how to change the template. Pathetic..  I know.. Before this too lazy to do anything and too stubborn to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed a lot of template and I ended up with this heartsy template. Even though it kinda feels like its puke worthy but this reminds me of my childhood with Jasmin. I've always watch Jasmin doodle on her paper mindlessly and mind you she is no Picasso but she's creative in her own way. I still remember that she likes to make circle with different colours and I'd pick it up trying to think of what its about..  Kinda like abstract art..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart you Jasmin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-1659437769110262278?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/1659437769110262278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=1659437769110262278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1659437769110262278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1659437769110262278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/03/doodle.html' title='~ Doodle ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-1431603085149978572</id><published>2010-03-30T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:40:47.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ DisTanCe ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;* Listening to your voice is the second best thing for now since&lt;br /&gt;holding you is out of the question *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-1431603085149978572?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/1431603085149978572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=1431603085149978572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1431603085149978572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1431603085149978572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/03/listening-to-your-voice-is-second-best.html' title='~ DisTanCe ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-5015483336061155517</id><published>2010-03-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:27:13.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Memories of 2 Wonderful Women..  ~</title><content type='html'>Gosh its been such a long time since I read this edit post. Sometimes it  feels surreal..&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this post a long time ago but as I had just  read a post by Nuraina A Samad of Takziah to her friend's son who just  passed then I decided to just post it and get it out of my list of  posts.&lt;br /&gt;The post is quite outdated..  Wish I could say the same for  the pain though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is quite the opposite of what I had in  mind.. Since the year 2010 is in I thought it would be a joyous year  for me, my family and B. But tragedy in life had followed. I've lost 2  most important woman in my life whom one I was suppose to have a future  with and the other hold my past. I lost Aunty Asnah who is B's mum in  December and my dearest grandmother in January. Losing Aunty is totally  heart breaking as I didnt get to know her as well as I wanted to and I  didn't get to visit her when she was in the hospital since I'm in  Pangkor and December was a totally manic month since its the school  holidays. Thank god I get to meet my grandma before she passes after  Aunty's funeral and I'm happy that God had taken Atuk as she was  suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back..&lt;br /&gt;I met Aunty  out of false pretences as B had tricked me by stopping at his house  before going on our date. The first time he did that I felt like killing  him. I mean..  Hello!!  its scary ok..&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating like  nobody's business and I felt like I'm gonna faint. So I was in the  living room waiting for aunty to come down. I called my bestie and she  told me not to panicked and just be myself and try to be casual.&lt;br /&gt;So  the moment came!! Suddenly I can see Aunty coming down the stairs  wearing her 'baju kelawar' and I stood up so that I can greet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following  my bestie's advice..  which is being myself.. I automatically said in  my most cheerful voice ( mind you which is quite high-pitched) " Hai  Aunty!! "  and she just smiled. Huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...  I suddenly  realize..  Shittttttt..  Ade ke patut cakap Hai..  Cakap ar Asmekum  ker..  Sopan r skit..   Dah la casual..  Cheery sangat lak tuh....   Huuuuuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....  Mesti kena strike one..  Giler sedey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..   my mum always said that I shouldn't meet my boyfriends family as my  mum actually are quite the conservative. But I'm really glad B had  tricked me as I got to know her a little bit  even if for a short span  of time. Her passing hurts and I wish it didn't happen but I guess God  knows whats best even if whats best hurts us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for looking back  and thinking bout the memories of Atuk when I was little...  Hahahaha..   Selalu kena sebat or memories of her screaming at me..  I feel sorry  for her though as she got a little devil as her grandchild. Mana la  orang tua tuh tak marah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekat rumah Aulong, Atuk ade kolah  besar which is kind of like a little swimming pool. So one fine day, my  aunty's grandma came to our house and talked about mandi bunga since one  of my uncle wasn't married yet at the time. I think I was about 7 years  old at the time and for a 7 years old girl that sound like a fun thing  to do. So I went out and  gathered a lot of Atuk's flowers *dah ade  point nak kena marah tue*  and put it in the 'swimming pool'. Happily I  was swimming and playing with the flowers..  Siap scrub diri dengan the  flowers and then I heard it.. " Melissa..  Awat duk kat dalam bilik air  tuh lama sangat..  Bunyi air nyer takde. Cepat -cepat..  Banyak lagi  orang nak mandi nih"  So I got out of the pool and gathered all the  flowers and took my express shower so that Atuk will hear the sound of  water splashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm done I opened up the door to peep  whether she's waiting outside and I can see that the line is clear. Got  out of the bathroom as fast as I can with flowers in my hand to throw it  out before she sees it. Hmmmmmmmm...  Yeah Right!!!  Suddenly I saw her  lurking behind the closet with a furious face. Oppppssssssssss..  and  the rest is history. But the good news is that...  Since I kind of  contaminated the water, Atuk let me play in the pool again with a  promise not to ever to that again. Hehehehe..  And I kept that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights  like this makes me miss her a lot. It doesn't help that I'm listening  to Aizat's song Pergi. On a happy note I will always thank God for  letting me be with her all this time and not forgeting the time I get to  spend with her on her last few weeks before she passes. It was a sad  day as both me and ngah2 was crying beside her bed whilst feeding her as  I know deep in my heart that this will be the last time and that she'll  be taken away from us soon. And He did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/S6pw2h86voI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GpOqsFxOInc/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/S6pw2h86voI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GpOqsFxOInc/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452294381014531714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/S6pxpEZLBMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1n0e0H6loVM/s1600/DSC_2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/S6pxpEZLBMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1n0e0H6loVM/s320/DSC_2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452295249253303490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/S6puTYcQZUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IpBqPJ1wxjE/s1600/DSC_2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4672102871761488315-5015483336061155517?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/5015483336061155517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=5015483336061155517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5015483336061155517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5015483336061155517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories-of-2-wonderful-women.html' title='~ Memories of 2 Wonderful Women..  ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/S6pw2h86voI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GpOqsFxOInc/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-2153119402759304823</id><published>2010-03-24T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T05:38:20.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Recovering Mode ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SELFISH!!!  SO WATZ UR PROBLEM!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* dedicated to my dearest roomie...  bwwwwuuuuueeeeeeekkkkkk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you mean well..  but I'm in my psychotic stage..  huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for trying to keep me sane even if I don't agree with what you have to say...&lt;br /&gt; ( kata tengah psychotic.. huhuhu)&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/4672102871761488315-2153119402759304823?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/2153119402759304823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=2153119402759304823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2153119402759304823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2153119402759304823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/03/recovering-mode.html' title='~ Recovering Mode ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-3727828579508227226</id><published>2010-03-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:46:23.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Bruises.. ~</title><content type='html'>I hate it when you go away as I had so much fun this weekend.. Wishing that weekends are longer than 2 days..  I hate Sundays the most as I know that is when it ends.. Thats why its called the weekends right... URGHHHHHH.....  HATE IT!!  HATE IT!!  HATE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next weekend that I'd get to spend with B.. Even if our date is not the regular date that most couples have. Anything goes as long as I get to spend time with B even if getting a bruised knee is the end result..  not forgetting my sore arms and legs.. Thanks to your new love for paintball..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-3727828579508227226?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/3727828579508227226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=3727828579508227226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/3727828579508227226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/3727828579508227226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/03/bruises.html' title='~ Bruises.. ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-89949048050262217</id><published>2010-03-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:18:40.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Run SUX when Hormones Strikes..</title><content type='html'>Looking at the title it just feel like we're goin through the past over and over again. I suddenly feel very angry bout the ending of Sex &amp;amp; d City. I'm watching the re-run on HBO where she is still with Aiden and cheating on him with STUPID BIG. How Carrie marries Big instead of sweet sweet Aiden. Why can't she move on??? Why does she go back to Big in the end of the story. WHY??!!!  URGGGHHHHHH!!!  STRESS!! Suddenly I'm thinking that is not the happy ending that I want for Carrie. I want her with somebody new that is sweet like Aiden and as charming as Big. I know love is not logic but still.. Give those who is single to rely and hope on meeting a new guy instead of rewinding back to their past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO BEB!!!  I'm not thinking bout my past..  Hahaha..  This have nothing to do with it. If it has..  Confirm you'll hear bout it straight away k..  Was just thinking.. how some people don't move on and its sad and pathetic. Guess they didnt get the closure that they needed. Too bad then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...  blame it on the hormones.. I guess I'm getting psychotic on something other than bout my life. Crazy you say..  Yuppp.. I know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-89949048050262217?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/89949048050262217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=89949048050262217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/89949048050262217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/89949048050262217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2010/03/re-run-sux-when-hormones-strikes.html' title='Re-Run SUX when Hormones Strikes..'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-6579206273541639195</id><published>2009-10-20T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:40:29.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Grow UP DADDY!!!! ~</title><content type='html'>I hate my dad!!!  yesssss....  i hate him right now..  Iknow hate is such a strong word..  But its all pent up anger that I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because he hates weddings...  n now I can't even go to lynn's house earlier since he is so selfish. What's wrong if I do go earlier? Its not like I'm going there for a month or something..  Some more have the cheeks to tell people that he want's me to travel to German to stay with his friends..  You know and I know just how true that statement is..  Come on man...  You're not the most down to earth and flexible father ok!!!  So don't try to tell people how good or supporting you are...  Coz face the facts...  YOU'RE NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah!!!  Some of you might say..  That's what father's do..  Because they love you so much..  Does your father do that to you then? Does it mean that your father love you less? Come on..  Tell me..  How do I talk to him when he doesn't even listen and think rationally? What he wants is that I'll be around him all the time. Hello!!!    Get a grip..  I won't be around you all the time so you've got to learn to let me go. I'm gonna get married and that phase is coming soon. I know you love me so much and I'm thankful that you do..  But please...  please..  Try to be more understanding..  Its not like I'm going for a long time..  I'm going for 5 days tops..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-6579206273541639195?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/6579206273541639195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=6579206273541639195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/6579206273541639195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/6579206273541639195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/10/grow-up-daddy.html' title='~ Grow UP DADDY!!!! ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8570180894525041555</id><published>2009-09-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:48:15.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Up and Down ~</title><content type='html'>Lets start with the bad news in my life right now..&lt;br /&gt;Raya is just a few weeks away and I got a call from my brother saying that our house got robbed yet AGAIN.. Even though there is nothing much to take since the robber from the first round took almost everything.. I still hate it that somebody is going through all my private stuff. I haven't seen my room but I can picture it that they've left quite a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care if they took my other jewelry but the first robbers took my precious locket. I haven't even wore it. I bought it at an antique shop when I was 11 and vow to only wear it on my wedding day. Its just a simple locket but it means a great deal to me. Hell.. I've been saving it for 14 years and my dream of wearing that locket is just gone with the wind. So on my wedding day I would only be wearing my boring ring... HUWAAAAAAA... Damn you robbers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note..&lt;br /&gt;Since that incident.. I went back to Pangkor early to be with my family. It was fun breakfasting with them and this is the first year we had our puasa in Pangkor. Quite a different as I didn't get to roam around PARAM(Pasar Ramadhan) but instead I'm stuck in the kitchen cooking with mummy. Not saying that it's a bad thing but I want my freedom to go gugu gaga over all the food and buy my favourite cendol instead of trying to make one.. huhuhu.. Gosh I miss going to PARAM with Jasmin and our occasional cuci mata.. hehehe.. That was fun.. Anyway.. What a different route my life is taking me.. Its different yet it is fun.. But I do miss my occasional routine life. Guess a boring routine life is not meant for me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy note is that I just celebrated my 1 year and 6 months anniversary... I know.. I know.. Kinda blowing it out of proportion since its only 1 and half year. As usual B would forget and I take it as one of his major flaws which I'm fine with.. ( I think..) But he'll make it up on his other good traits like giving me suprises on our last monthlyversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Melacca Acoustic Fender Festival and our friend's band was invited to play a gig there. I've been to the festival 3 years in a row and I feel like a groupie. Hehehe.... After having our dinner, the guys when our for a smoke but after an hour B didn't come back to the table and kept lepaking outside. Like HELLO!!! We came to this festival together and he ditches me.. Geram nyer!!! So I went outside and he was still smoking and I pinched me for leaving me inside for so long. He gave me his camera bag and said that he need to go to the bathroom.. "La pulak.. Duduk kat luar punya lama baru nak pegi toilet... Nih yang nak membebel nih..." By the time he got back, it was just nice that it was Sunburst's turn to take the stage. Since B wanted me to take a video of the band we went infront hiding behind the pillar so that we wont block other people's view. Intan was a nervous wreck because when she sang 'Lucky' with Aslam she didn't even smile and her face was so straight. It was so funny.. But she did a good job and can't wait for more performances by her and the band in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Aslam was inviting another person on stage. That's weird.. Who else is gonna be singing. The next thing I knew is that he was calling the guy who have been taking photos for them and when I turned to look at B he was smiling and blushing and was walking towards the stage.. OH MY GOD!!! B!!! Then Berg was standing next to me whistling as if innocence abis la kan.. and Intan was saying this is B's suprise for me.. OH MY GOD!!! The funny thing was that when B went on stage he was looking for the lyrics.. Sabar jer la.. hahahaha.. He sang Plain White T's song which is 1 2 3 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( going 2 be in my pukey moment now.. )&lt;br /&gt;B looked so cute and the best thing is that he actually sang it for me because he didn't really looked at the audience much.. Especially when B is singing the chorus.. He kept looking at me and I feel like going up on stage and just hugged him really tight.. Huwaaaaa.. I could feel that my face was really hot since I was blushing so badly and I couldn't stop smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time, B came down I smack him because he kept it from me.. I know.. I know.. It was supposed to be a suprise but still I could have gotten a heart attack for being too happy.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;The reason why he ditch me that night is because he was so nervous and even more nervous since he didn't memorize the whole lyric. Kesian B kena marah.. oooppppssssss.. sorry B.. And it turns out that he came to Melacca early because he thought there was going to be a sound check but it turns out that its been cancelled to the next day. Dah ar kesian kat B since he can't do the sound check the next day since I was around. And the other day he even lied to me saying that he was sleeping the whole night padahal tengah jamming... Sabar jer r.. Tipu....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to all who participated towards giving me a suprise.. Yes!! I loved the suprise.. It was totally out of this world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-8570180894525041555?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8570180894525041555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8570180894525041555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8570180894525041555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8570180894525041555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-start-with-bad-news-in-my-life.html' title='~ Up and Down ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-3316896519892525829</id><published>2009-08-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:49:14.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ SuPrise NO MORE!!! ~</title><content type='html'>Thank god for technology..  i get to 'meet' my dearest gals.. The Bev. Hills girls get together..  Eventhough it was just a conference for about an hour but it was more than I can ask for since we hardly see each other thanks to our priorities and the coordinates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Jasmin earlier before the conference and we were talking bout her wedding preparations. I still can't believe it that she of all people is getting married. I mean..  It feels just like yesterday that we were still having crushes and getting crushed by all those stupid jerks.. But our love for the male species never changed..  We try and try and now...  Alhamdulillah..  We are happy with our men.. Jas and Kin is engaged.. I'm in a happy relationship with B.. So all those heart breaks and tears was all worthwhile for us to get to this point of life. Yeay for us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..  We started asking each other when we can meet up..  dan tanpa segan silu Jas wanted us to organize her hen nyte..  Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..  tak malu....  mintak..  Ko nih mmg tau..  aku dah plan dah nk buat SUPRISE HEN NYTE.. So the suprise part is gone...   Hello!!!  Of course there will be a hen nyte for you my dear..  Its not everyday that my bestfriend gonna be married. Wedding have been our favourite topic since forever. Berangan tak sudah..  hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to be 'drunk' drinking our mocktails and talking and laughing all nyte long til our voice is gone. Confirm akan ade hujan coz ade Jas.. ( if you get what i mean) hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Muahsssssssssssssssssss...  Can't wait to meet you gals....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-3316896519892525829?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/3316896519892525829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=3316896519892525829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/3316896519892525829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/3316896519892525829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/08/suprise-no-more.html' title='~ SuPrise NO MORE!!! ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-1497967304196577508</id><published>2009-06-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:13:09.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ IroNiC ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was this annoying guest who disturbs all of the Anjungan girls.. Because he's a guest we have to be polite and run away from him politely also. But its a big mistake when you would want to be chicky with my dad asking bout his daughter.. BIG MISTAKE BUCKO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Annoying guest: Uncle.. Since your daughter is going back to Malacca, I can give her a ride. I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;going back to Muar, its on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Babah : (In a punching mode and he could feel his temperature rising. But since he's a guest punching is not the way to handle things.)If you want to get it from her fiance then try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Annoying guest : Fiance?? She's engaged already??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Babah : Yes she is. Her fiance is from Ampang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahahaha.. Out of all the places in the world Babah could have picked, he picked Ampang. Ampang is where B is living. Guess it is sort of a hidden prayer then that I'll marry an Ampang boy eventhough Babah doesn't know that. Ironic huh?? Wouldn't it be funny if I tell Babah this story again. But in order to tell him this ironic story... I hope that my wish do come true and I do marry an Ampang boy. Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh ya!!!!!!!!! Huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A guest just asked whether a wedding can be held at the resort... Huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... I want my wedding to be the first one. I've got the whole thing all planned out in my head. Wonder when that will be???!!! but stillll... My wedding first!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dont freak out B.... Muahssssssssssss....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-1497967304196577508?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/1497967304196577508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=1497967304196577508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1497967304196577508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1497967304196577508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/06/ironic.html' title='~ IroNiC ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-1593802303296977657</id><published>2009-06-03T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:32:54.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ OBSESSED!!! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm seriously am OBSESSED!!!  I can't help myself but to adore this couple...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been watching Khalil &amp;amp; Azua wedding montage by CST PRODUCTION. Can't count how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many times but I know its A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry people.. I don't know how to upload it..  Quite the IT illiterate..hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywaaaaaaayyyysssss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's one of the best montage since the couple is so sporting and they were just being themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even the song that they pick just shows how fun loving they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not obsessed about wedding right now..  I 'm obsessed bout being a couple just like them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmmmm..  wonder what kind of couple do me and B make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-1593802303296977657?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/1593802303296977657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=1593802303296977657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1593802303296977657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1593802303296977657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsessed.html' title='~ OBSESSED!!! ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-935014993280924859</id><published>2009-05-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:52:14.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ To All The Ants In MY House~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Especially the big black one... I don't mind if we're sharing a space... I mean.. I did mind at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since you guys had made your own community.. I welcome you with open arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share a space.. You're freaking small.. So this whole house is like the whole of Melacca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;therefore there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;more than enough space for you to roam around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why?? I ask you why my dearest ant friend... Why do you need to invade my privacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel the need to take that I'm your Everest??? Why do you need to conquer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that you can climb on me and make it as if I'm like a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortress coz I'm not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET IT!!! I'M NOT!!!!!&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/4672102871761488315-935014993280924859?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/935014993280924859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=935014993280924859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/935014993280924859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/935014993280924859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-ants-in-my-house.html' title='~ To All The Ants In MY House~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-1085624270693505653</id><published>2009-05-13T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:38:42.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ You'll Know WheN... ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOUR BF IS NOT LISTENING TO YOU WHEN HE AGREES EVEN WITH THE DUMBEST OF QUESTION....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were watching License to Grill and he asked me to Google what cumin is.. So I did and the answer in Malay is jintan. But there is two kind which is jintan manis and jintan putih.. So I was telling him bout it..  He was saying "emmm..  and aahhhh". And this is the question I asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: B...  ade ke jintan ungu ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: a'ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ade ek jintan ungu..  ooooo.... wth!!!! jintan ungu!!!  are you kidding me???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when he realize he answered the wrong thing. giler kantoi!!! bwwwuuueeekkkkkk...&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/4672102871761488315-1085624270693505653?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/1085624270693505653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=1085624270693505653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1085624270693505653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1085624270693505653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/05/youll-know-when.html' title='~ You&apos;ll Know WheN... ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-1776788498160183014</id><published>2009-05-10T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:27:49.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Too Much Love.... ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have a problem..&lt;br /&gt;I have too much love to give but too little to give around. I have this fetish of pinching or holding B's hands so tight for no particular reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a kitten so that I can smother him or her and B would love it if I could at least minimize smothering him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Krong Kreng..  He is the only cat that didn't scratch or scowl at you even if you're pinching him or smothering him till he is short of breath..  hehe.. Even all my friends wonder why he didn't run away from home from all the loving abuse that he've gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess god loves Krong Kreng more and wanted to stop his pain from me and therefore HE took him to heaven live in peace and harmony from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muuuuaaaaaahhhhhhhssssssssss...  I love you Krong Kreng..  You are the best cat that I could ever ask for and our memories will forever stay with me..&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P in Cat's Heaven...&lt;br /&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/4672102871761488315-1776788498160183014?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/1776788498160183014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=1776788498160183014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1776788498160183014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/1776788498160183014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much-love.html' title='~ Too Much Love.... ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-5408998494169446772</id><published>2009-05-10T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:37:55.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ My greedy Mummy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to celebrate my dearest mum on the day when I was born because that's the day when she became a mum. Before me..  She is everything but a mum. But she is greedy as she wants to be celebrated 3 times in a year which is today which is the official mother's day celebration, my birthday and my brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My brother is such a trooper coz he even messaged mummy on the same time when he was born which is at 1:39 am. Bwwwwuuuueeeeekkkkk... Bodek!!!  hehehe..  Mummy was complaining coz I woke up late and that's why I messaged her a bit later..  ooooppppsssss...  sorry mummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Today is  a day to celebrate all the mother's in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaPPy MuMMy's Day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mummy who had to endure 9 months of carrying me  and I can't even imagine the labour pains that you went through... Yoooouuuuuzzzzzzaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking care of me and for loving me unconditionally as it is a blessing that I've always had from the day that I was I born.&lt;br /&gt;Not once did I ever feel unloved even when we're having our petty fights.&lt;br /&gt;Huuuuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..   I miss our petty fights. I think we got closer in a weird way because of those fights.&lt;br /&gt;I know..  I know... Its a sin...  hehe...  But Mummy..  You forgive me right...&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssssss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...  Not forgetting my other mums....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my beloved aunties whom I could also call my mum I would like to wish you a HaPPy Mother's Day as well. You might not give birth to me and also saved 9 months of pain but still.. &lt;br /&gt;I became your so called 'daughter' when I came into your life.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't ask for me but I came anyway...&lt;br /&gt; Nevertheless.. you greeted me with arms wide open..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a great aunty@mum to me..&lt;br /&gt;Muuaaaaahhhhhhsssssssssss again....&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/4672102871761488315-5408998494169446772?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/5408998494169446772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=5408998494169446772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5408998494169446772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5408998494169446772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-greedy-mummy.html' title='~ My greedy Mummy~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8563637777932934810</id><published>2009-05-08T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T04:01:55.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ PERV!!!! ~</title><content type='html'>My bestfriend is a perv.. As if that's new la kan... But this is new coz she had a crush on one of our friend's brother thanks to his good looks. You can't blame her because the last time we saw him he hasn't even hit puberty. NOW HE'S A MAN!!!!  The tall, dark and handsome kind. Ooooooo.... We likey... Guess the difference of one or two years is not as apparent as when we were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again..  Jas is not as a perv as when I was 12..  This is the most pervy story ever for me as I had once had a crush on my dentist. To make it worst is that its her dad...  Hello!!!! How am I suppose to know that he is even married. Let alone have a daughter which is the same age as me.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic it is that we became bestfriend...  I could have been her mum instead..  hahahaha...  yeah rite!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-8563637777932934810?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8563637777932934810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8563637777932934810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8563637777932934810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8563637777932934810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/05/perv.html' title='~ PERV!!!! ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8075783608645553135</id><published>2009-04-30T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:24:22.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ I HATE NEIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nbcuniversalstore.com/img/product/cat07/00006394-047212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.nbcuniversalstore.com/img/product/cat07/00006394-047212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to this new reality show...  The show really gives me new inspirations to lose weight. I wanna be the biggest loser in MY UNIVERSE.. 7kgs.....   I know it's just a little number compared to what they have to loose but still..  Its sooooooo  hard for me as I always lapse back. Bad MEL..  Very Bad Mel!!!!  Huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..  Tonight is not the story of my life but the drama in the Biggest Loser series tonight which is so freaking high... Seriously high as Neil gained 17 pounds as he drank 2 gallons of water just so that he won't be portrayed as the biggest threat. But he ruined his own planned when he accidentally said that 1 gallons of water weights 8 pounds and Hollie asked how did he know that. BUSTED!!!!! DAMN LIAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually in a happy ever after story we are taught with high moral. Hell...  our very first book is the Aesop's fables like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tortoise and the Hare, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, The Dog and the Bone &lt;/span&gt;and etc. These fables remain as popular choice for moral education of children even today. Hmmmmmmm..  Getting to the point..  Haven't our mother's taught us even the most simplest lesson in life? I mean..  Where is your integrity??? Tell me WHERE??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing of all is that he wasn't even voted out by the other teams after the deceitful way he plays the game. What the hell is wrong with these people. So... if that's how they wanna play the game then...  Game on People!!!!! Really hope Neil will be voted out next... I want the Black team to win..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-8075783608645553135?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8075783608645553135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8075783608645553135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8075783608645553135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8075783608645553135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-neil.html' title='~ I HATE NEIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-5544381546272393283</id><published>2009-04-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:14:29.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ FiNaLLy!!!!!  Smoresssssss Anyone??</title><content type='html'>YEAY!!!  WE DID IT!!!! WE DID IT B!!!! (hahaha..  that sounds so wrong on so many levels...) Our achievement of the day is making the eeeeckkkyyyyy  gggooooooeeeeeyyyyyy  yuuuuuummmmmmmmyyyyyy  rice krispies treats!!!! No more yucky brown blob.. YEAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last experiment failed terribly coz its next journey is not into our tummy but to the trash can. Oooopppppssssss...  Sorry... Bak kata mummy kalau nk buang food kena cakap "assalamualaikum.." Kira macam respect ar.. Mummy and her weird ways.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...  B and I was so frustrated with the last experiment that we purposely went to Giant for marshmallow hunting. We ended up buying loadz of other chocolates like Hello Panda, Nini with Hazelnut dip(I think its the new line for Nini...  the usual is the red or yellow one), Reese Peanut Butter Cup, Nutrageous and etc. I can just feel the happiness seeping right thru me just being at the chocolate aisle. What a wonderful world.... (suddenly humming the song.. hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;But it was even more wonderful when I had my first bite of the treats.. One can't explain with words... Oh ya one word...  YYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made smores.. Since smores are made during camping at the camp fire using a skewer.. My only solution is to put my marshy through a chop stick and heat it up using the oven toaster. Bijak tak?? Bijak tak?? Bijak kan... The marshy became soft and gooeeeyyy when I sandwich it with the graham crackers. Its far fetch I guess from the camp fire but just as nice. Smores.... The memory of my summer holidays with my family emerge... Wish I could go back in time.. Huwaaaaaaaaaaa.... Where's my DeLorean??!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-5544381546272393283?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/5544381546272393283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=5544381546272393283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5544381546272393283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5544381546272393283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='~ FiNaLLy!!!!!  Smoresssssss Anyone??'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-5014362055977642821</id><published>2009-04-09T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:39:07.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ OVER??!!! ~</title><content type='html'>It's over...  It's all over...  I can't believe it that after all that we've been through it just ended like that. The storyline is interesting with all the reasonable dramas but the ending ended with just a simple thud. What a simple ending. If this story is made into a movie in Bollywood, the whole theater will be burn down for the unhappy ending. Everybody crave for a happy ending. Why wouldn't we? We deserve all the happiness in the world and the happily ever after. There was a sticker in facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sbst1w.static.zynga.com/stickerz/fb/images/34/204/t52258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 158px;" src="http://sbst1w.static.zynga.com/stickerz/fb/images/34/204/t52258.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell with B as my prince charming or any other guys at this point. Guess he will be my rebound guy. I need a rebound guy..  This is freaking hard. I've been made a princess by him and I can't stop being a Princess NOW!!! NO WAY!!! Guess I am lucky to have met a rebound guy. I don't care!!! Why do I need to have any morals since it burnt along with the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on a date with this guy @ Is (he's my senior at TLDM high school though it is not his real name). Anyway...  after the first date we went on a few more dates in the same week and I truly enjoyed myself as all my worries and loneliness dissolve. Sorry... but this is what I need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in front of my apartment and were to bid goodnight after a wonderful, romantic date. A squeeze of my hand is enough to make me blush and slowly without warning he was leaning towards me.His face was coming closer to mine and suddenly I could see his this and that's on his face (I don't say it out loud because I'm scared that I'll be getting it myself.. huhu... quite superstitious) I feel like I'm in a movie where everything became slow motion as to show the magic of the first kiss. MAGIC!!!  Are you kidding me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, in my head I just wanted to have B next to me in the car instead. I was wishing so hard that spontaneously I just cried my hearts out and he was taken aback. I don't want HIM!!!  I want B!!! B!!!  That's my wish..  I want B!!!  My heart is broken and the feeling is so real and for once my wish came true because I found myself on my bed with big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. Huh??!!!!  What the hell??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with goosebumps all over my body. My eyes choked up with wild tears and I can't believe that I was crying for real. It turns out that I had it all in my head to make it feel so real. It was the nightmare of ALL nightmare. PHHHHEEEEEWWWWWW....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-5014362055977642821?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/5014362055977642821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=5014362055977642821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5014362055977642821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/5014362055977642821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/04/over.html' title='~ OVER??!!! ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-7942558504300602940</id><published>2009-04-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:09:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Rice Krispies Treats???~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/SdznuCL3-dI/AAAAAAAAADI/Eu4Ir3W0A-4/s1600-h/PICT0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/SdznuCL3-dI/AAAAAAAAADI/Eu4Ir3W0A-4/s200/PICT0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322383637691759058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:  What the hell is that brown blob?&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:  That is what will happen if you use imitation marshmallow to make your rice krispies treats... It becomes RICE SHITTY TREATS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of turning to a thick white fluid, it turned brown instead. "Aikkkkk...  Apsal brown lak.. Bukan ke dalam recipe putih ker?! " So our conclusion is that the marshmallow is not original. What else? It was the first step.. Takkan r dh salah kan... We're not that bad in the kitchen okay... Hmmmmmm... What to do..  At least it was a fun experiment..  hehe.. Anyway..  Nice try sayang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-7942558504300602940?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/7942558504300602940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=7942558504300602940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7942558504300602940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7942558504300602940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/04/rice-krispies-treats.html' title='~ Rice Krispies Treats???~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/SdznuCL3-dI/AAAAAAAAADI/Eu4Ir3W0A-4/s72-c/PICT0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8087985012632378500</id><published>2009-04-05T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:32:24.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ My Lunch Suprise...~</title><content type='html'>huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words just can't decribe my feelings...  I can just cried out huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong you ask? WHAT'S WRONG??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to endure his special pheromone...  So help me god!! And for today's special lunch treat..  I had to endure his balding head. Yeap!!  He's bald!! I know he've got to do it since there's a problem with his scalp and supposedly I prepare myself for these. But huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... I wish it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oh so famous quote is that one can't judge a book by its cover. But looks is important in a relationship. I'm  a visual woman...  therefore what one looks like is partly important. I'm not going to depend on your looks only..  but I'm only human therefore shallow as I am..  I want my B to have a full head of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm.. I'll be counting the days til B get his old looks back. I'll be waiting in anticipation. Thank goodness hair do grow. I can't bear if this is his permanent looks. For now..  a bald head is what I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-8087985012632378500?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8087985012632378500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8087985012632378500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8087985012632378500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8087985012632378500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lunch-suprise.html' title='~ My Lunch Suprise...~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-2400390181183754458</id><published>2009-04-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:42:01.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ My Very Own Pepe Le Pew ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was to be a wonderful Sunday where I'd spent time with B just walking around MP and DP. If we're lucky and right on time we might catch a movie. When he picked me up I could just feel my face lights up just seeing him...  But that was all before I stepped into the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into the car my smile faded as my nose were scrunching up trying to determine something. The thing is that....  I have a problem with my nose where I can't really smell unless the stinct wreak of bad odour. OH MY GOD!!! Why the hell does this car wreak like a bad egg. Seriously!! I'm not kidding!! It smell of a bad e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gg..  The next thing I knew is that I was scruyying fast reaching for the power window switch trying to catch my breath. AIR!! I NEED AIR!!! FRESH AIR!! PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I turned to B and the worst thing of all..  He just sat there smiling all the way without any feeling of remorse. How could he not warn me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now all my happy thoughts was gone and all I could feel was rage.. SERIOUS RAGE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel like strangling his neck to put that cheeky smile of his face. He was laughing so hard that suddenly I heard it..  The deadly smell with a sound.  Now both of us was laughing at the stupid sound and I don't have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; even tell you bout the smell rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to open the window the whole way to town though the unfortunate thing for me is that it was raining cats and dogs.  So someway somehow since I love him so much I have to brace it with my head up high and my nose blocked. Wonder what he ate that made him a farting machine. So we didn't go to the movies as we tried to stay clear from other people to spare them from the misery. But it was a wonderful Sunday no less. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unclestinky.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/pew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 220px;" src="http://unclestinky.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/pew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even if god gave me a skunk...  Guess I have to live with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As long as my skunk loves and adores me and can make me happy..  I'd risk it.  Anyway.. Who say love is easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-2400390181183754458?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/2400390181183754458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=2400390181183754458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2400390181183754458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2400390181183754458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pepe-le-pew.html' title='~ My Very Own Pepe Le Pew ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-8931695014622129086</id><published>2009-02-24T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:56:50.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~IN MY I HATE U MODE!!!!!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE U!!!  Why out of all the days you pick today to have problems with me. I need you. I want you to need me too. Don't you need me? I NEED YOU!!!  I FREAKING NEED YOU!!! You know that you are the only one. I can't replace you!!! There is no one other than you and like you.  You've been with me the longest and supposedly understand me more.  You hold all my secrets and my memories. This sucks...  YOU SUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUURRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby...   I love you but I have to leave you... I guess its over between us.. So sorry..  Sammy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time for me to move on and get a new phone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Hmmmmmm...  What might it be this time.... Nokia? Sony Ericson? LG? Blackberry? HTC? I-Phone? A whole new world to discover...  &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/4672102871761488315-8931695014622129086?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/8931695014622129086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=8931695014622129086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8931695014622129086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/8931695014622129086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-my-i-hate-u-mode.html' title='~IN MY I HATE U MODE!!!!!~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-2356133951099383645</id><published>2009-02-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:06:49.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Saodah...  Saodah....~</title><content type='html'>Some people are just born to be envious of others. Kill your green eyed monster will you!!! Why can't one be happy with what they have or whatever they chose. They are the one who made that lifetime decisions. So be a man (or woman) and face the music. Learning from the past is part of life. It's good that you want to share your experience. But can YOU please not be bitter and generalize the whole male species as a problem. Maybe YOU are the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU is dedicated to a girl named Saodah (so freaking mad at her that even her alias name is so like that. No offence to all the Saodah in the world.) She just broke up with her long time boyfriend of 5 years and in the past year alone this has been the third break up. Since this is her hat trick,  I guess this is would be the final break up(I hope....). All is well in her department because all of her friends are rooting for her new well improve life. We've supported her by making her busy with all the activities and always being there for her but in the end she bite us in the ass. Just because you are single why would you want to influence other people to be like you. Are you looking out for our best interest or are you looking for company to go guy hunting with you. Our days are over for those crap because we are contently happy and fulfilled with our catch. So don't be a b**** and try to ruin our blissful life by poisoning our minds with what jerks guys could be. Your ex-boyfriend is a jerk. That is why he is called an EX. Get it!!!!! So move on and find other single girlfriends for you to go guy hunting with. Just because your love life sucks and you hate guys at the moment, don't freaking disturb and ruin what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS... I know you would be happy to know this. I'm partly on your side on this matter. I know that you can be a jerks. But I can't generalize the whole male species and say that all of you are jerks. That would be saying that all the great guys in my life are jerks. I SO LOVE the male species and don't hate me for it. Hehehehe.... Individualism is key therefore the problem comes from individuals and how they decide with their life and not based on their gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note though....  Yesterday I just celebrated my first anniversary with Hed. I'm so in love.... So don't you dare rain on my parade!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-2356133951099383645?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/2356133951099383645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=2356133951099383645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2356133951099383645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2356133951099383645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/02/saodah-saodah.html' title='~Saodah...  Saodah....~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-7959248404016706590</id><published>2009-02-05T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:06:03.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B**** Fit!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title that's what i've been having for the past month. Being a Cancer it makes it worst coz as you know..  CANCER have a tendency of having a roller coaster of emotions.  What is wrong with me??!!!  I hate being like this...  I'm better than this..  I'm suppose to be this bubbly girl whom love life as it is and she have no regrets nor will she have the green eyed monster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the past month that's what I've been feeling. I hate this feeling. This is so not me. I don't care what I have and what I don't have or what they're doing or what I'm doing. It usually doesn't matter to me coz I live in the present. Having the green eyed monster therefore I'm regretting what I have. huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...  get this out of my system...   I miss the old me. The happy me..  The crazy me.. Please please please...  I want ME back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whomever that have to deal with me..  Bear with me please...  muahsssssssss...   love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-7959248404016706590?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/7959248404016706590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=7959248404016706590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7959248404016706590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7959248404016706590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitch-fit.html' title='B**** Fit!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-7667596390455567556</id><published>2009-01-02T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:39:05.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009... Here I Come!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shooiiinnnggggg away 2008..  I welcome 2009 with arms wide open... 2 days have past for 2009 and it have been great(for now). A whole new year for the possibility of life. 2009 means i'll be 25 soon. Oh My God!!  I'm half a jubilee.. Kind of freak me out but I hope it will all be good. 25.. I'm suppose to have achieve something but when I think about it.. I haven't achieve much. To make me feel better.. I would like to say that I might be a late bloomer. Hmmmm...  That is a good perspective to look at. Melissa Diyana Shaari...  The late bloomer of the lot.. Anyway... As they say.. Lets take one day at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your days wouldn't run out on you unless you want it to. Does that make sense to you? Be a shakespeare and intrepret it yourself aite. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why rush into things and you didn't even get to smell the roses. Oh okay..  I might have spent too much time smelling roses or maybe wasted even some of my times smelling them. But hey.....  As I said..  my weak excuse would be the late bloomer thingy. Naaahhhhh..  I want to call it my most perfect reason..  Not excuse...  Reason!!!  hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... it was a wonderful beginning of the the new year. I spent new year with my B eating the fruit of our loins...   yummmmmyyyyyy.... marinated  lamby and my specialties which is potato salad(thanx to ame's recipe). I might not be out partying my hearts out like all of my other friends but somehow this makes it more special. Compared to last year..  I had a blast with my friends. But somehow I felt alone in the relationship department. So this year it was a total turn around. Like Ame said..  at least you spent it with your loved one which is more important. I hope next year I'll win both ways... to celebrate with my friends and my B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution...  Like any other resolutions that i've made before..  First and foremost I'd want to reach my target weight so that i can eat rice again. In a few days it will be 1 year since I last eat rice. Wow!!  time does fly..  So I would really like it if I could achieve my target weight and start eating rice. How I miss eating fried rice, mummy's chicken rice and strawberry tomyam fired rice. Yuuummmmmmyyyyyyyyyy..  just writing it makes my mouth waters. RICE!!!!!  RICE!!!!  RICE!!!!  Feel like a zombie now... hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year would be a great year for a make over. I have my own trainer which is my B and having your boyfriend as your trainer sucks even more coz he'll push your button to the max. He doesn't say much but he'll do his psycho thingy in the most discreet way as possible. He motivates me by keeping himself in shape. For example, now he is the most boring  groccery partner, since he is counting calories and keeeping away from unhealthy food like the snacks department ( which is my favourite department). Going to the gym and if he doesn't, he'll be exercising at home. He became a health freak. HEEELLPPPPPP!!!  Since I obviously do not want him to look better than me, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;incline to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other resolutions is the same old resolutions which you make every year. One needs to have a plan so that life is not wasted. It would be wasted space trying to tell you about ALL my plans( as if you even bother right...). So I won't even try. Its for me to know and you not to find out. Busybody you...  hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people in the world...  Let's cheers for 2009.. Hope it will be another wonderful year ahead of us. Health, wealth and love...  That all one's need.&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/4672102871761488315-7667596390455567556?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/7667596390455567556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=7667596390455567556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7667596390455567556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7667596390455567556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-here-i-come.html' title='2009... Here I Come!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-7193527897700571192</id><published>2008-09-23T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:23:21.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~An Early Thanksgiving ~</title><content type='html'>I know it is too early for Thanksgiving but never the less I would like to say thanks because I am so thankful for life. By watching the movie "Freedom Writers" It not only make me a more thankful person, I am even more inspired by the stories. Can't wait to read the book. It must be really interesting reading of others life who have to fight everyday just to get through the next day. We would always say that our life is hard, but with this story now I realize that life is hard. But there are tougher life out there so stop whining and just get through with it like a champion. That's all that we can do... get through with it and make it meaningful and worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life may not be perfect but it is as perfect as it can be. I have a great family whom I love unconditionally and who love me as much and with out them who am I. I have a roof on top of my head and do not have to worry where I am sleeping for the night unlike the homeless like in the movie "The Pursuit of Happiness" That's the security I am given. Thankgoodness... Food is a luxury that my babah gave me. He bought every weird stuff he can get his hands on and shove it down our throat. It might look yucky but at least I know what it tastes like. Some of it tastes great and that is why they say never judge a book by its cover. He'll even go the extra mile to buy a certain food that we want like going to Ipoh to buy us dim sum..  mmmmmmm....  yuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmm... Writing this is making me so hungry since it's the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I wanna be thankful of is for having the most wonderful girlfriends... These girls was there for me whenever I need them and at times when I dont need them they're still around. hehehe...  I love you girls so much and I guess that is why I am fulfilled. At the time I can sing Pussy Cat Dolls song "I Don't Need A Man" because they are like the boyfriends I never had... I get my heart to heart session with everyone of them with totally different perspective and it feel so good to talk about feelings without feeling guilty about it nor have someone shut you off. Now I know why some girls go the other way but thank god I am still straight. hehe... And without my girlfriends... I won't get to meet the next best thing I'm thankful of which is my B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last relationship i vowed not to be in another relationship for about a year.  Guess what they say is right again..  Good things lurk around when you are not looking. I wasn't looking for love but somehow cupid got me. A little lovey dovey but i love it since I am a hopeless romantic. It started because I don't have a date for my prom and my enthusiastic girlfriend had asked him for me without my approval. I was screaming my lungs out when she did that. Can I be anymore pathetic?? To not have a date is pathetic enough but to have your girlfriend set it up for you is just dreadful. What a drag to go to a prom with a stranger. But then again...  I fell in love with the stranger and now he is no stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Brighter Than Sunshine"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood before&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what love was for&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broke, my head was sore&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied up in ancient history&lt;br /&gt;I didnt believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I look up you're standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, i don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it happening&lt;br /&gt;I'd given up and given in&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take the hurt again&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the strength to fight&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will remain a mystery&lt;br /&gt;But give me your hand and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is keeping time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats that then...  I am thankful for everything that I have an especially for all the love in my life. One can never grow out of love and it is the most essential thing one needs in life. Ame gave me this quote&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the value of love is not how long you've been together, nor how much love have been given or receive, not how many times you've helped each other but on how you value each other". &lt;/span&gt;Love you guys so much....  muahsssssssssssssssss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4672102871761488315-7193527897700571192?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/7193527897700571192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=7193527897700571192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7193527897700571192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/7193527897700571192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-thanksgiving.html' title='~An Early Thanksgiving ~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672102871761488315.post-2912268620824586734</id><published>2008-08-26T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:28:08.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~a blog...  FINALLY!!!!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finally have a blog!!! Yeay for me!!!  I've wanted 2 have one ever since but was too lazy to sign up for a google account. How can anyone be that lazy u ask? hmmmmm... You wouldn't want to know. Anyway..  Pardon 4 my extreme  laziness. My bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4672102871761488315-2912268620824586734?l=gigglishticklish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/feeds/2912268620824586734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4672102871761488315&amp;postID=2912268620824586734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2912268620824586734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4672102871761488315/posts/default/2912268620824586734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigglishticklish.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-finally.html' title='~a blog...  FINALLY!!!!~'/><author><name>Melissa Diyana Shaari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860784722220630188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2Vfc5xx2iE/TMb6Jz65wWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pmczfCu7WME/S220/mel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
