<?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-8305076792409078080</id><updated>2011-08-02T07:32:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tia's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-teenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305076792409078080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-teenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>najwa's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930702903859484984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyTQiGpmlKI/AAAAAAAABDY/V3So8aEwHxo/S220/bs4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305076792409078080.post-8890428786676270079</id><published>2009-12-14T16:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:59:50.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.. i am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX7ClbKZHI/AAAAAAAABEs/y3NS_6S-feY/s1600-h/syabil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415010148807238770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX7ClbKZHI/AAAAAAAABEs/y3NS_6S-feY/s200/syabil.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hi everybody. the King is back. if you do not know me by now, my name is iqmal syabil bin shawal. i will be two years old on 31st december 2009. now i know my birthday is the last day of the year, but it is because i am special. everyone thinks i am special, save for my aunt, who makes my life miserable everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX68-vnlUI/AAAAAAAABEk/oJtmIJJO7Kc/s1600-h/7f7d7424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415010052524709186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX68-vnlUI/AAAAAAAABEk/oJtmIJJO7Kc/s200/7f7d7424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;like when i innocently enter her room(although i made a mess of her umbrella, but still, who asked her to leave it lying around? the umbrella called my name), she screams very loudly until i can see her tonsils waving at me. she says 'syabil!! get out! DON'T TOUCH MY LAPTOP. ' now, when did i ever touch her laptop? save for that one time where i playfull snatched it and it nearly fell. i can tell you, the glare and scolding i got, was like as if i already destroyed her laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX65m6LzXI/AAAAAAAABEc/MHswMunk5Bk/s1600-h/7827_1161183903538_1046037421_384031_3200958_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415009994586967410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX65m6LzXI/AAAAAAAABEc/MHswMunk5Bk/s200/7827_1161183903538_1046037421_384031_3200958_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but, despite having a crazy aunt, her friends love me. this is kak filzah who cooed at me when she came to my grandma's house. i instantly fell in love with her. she is so much better than my aunt, who knows nothing but asking me to get out each time i enter her room. even my wide-eyed innocence does not work. but her friends helped me, or i would be dead meat by now. i love them! they are so good-looking unlike someone i know.. *looks at my aunt*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX61aoX-yI/AAAAAAAABEU/3Q-0JttCdLY/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415009922571565858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX61aoX-yI/AAAAAAAABEU/3Q-0JttCdLY/s200/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; she was showing me my baby pictures one day on her Facebook. i was trying not to cover my ears when she squealed at how adorable i was.. i mean, doesn't that go without saying? i mean, look at that face! i appreciate my aunt's attempts to make me famous by putting my pictures at her Facebook, but if she can stop scolding me for not looking at the camera, i am already thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415009850890181314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX6xPmM2sI/AAAAAAAABEM/WDOz-syn84M/s200/untitled3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she said that she wished i didn't grow up so fast because she loves it when she had the power to lock my walker, so that i cannot move. this picture, if you guessed, is her attempts to take a decent picture of me( not that i always take ugly pictures) and when i refused, she locked my walker, and threatened to let it stay unlocked if i did not cooperate. so, i obliged the crazy woman, scratch that, my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415009693864027602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX6oGoP5dI/AAAAAAAABD8/5S2xYqzkedI/s200/untitled5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oops! i would love to blog somemore, but i hear her footsteps so near... i will be back with more! ( p.s: when you put on that facial expression, even someone as crazy as my aunt will cave in).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305076792409078080-8890428786676270079?l=confessionsofa-teenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyTQiGpmlKI/AAAAAAAABDY/V3So8aEwHxo/S220/bs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6hHTB5naFk/SyX7ClbKZHI/AAAAAAAABEs/y3NS_6S-feY/s72-c/syabil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305076792409078080.post-6634808131856533717</id><published>2009-12-14T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:31:35.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hi people. this post will be short, because there is nothing much to say about this topic. i have deleted the old blog, because it was a bit kiddish and too... dramatic for me i guess. though someone is laughing because of the word dramatic, i believe that this new avenue for me to offload my thoughts shall be made more... nicer and less private. the old blog contained more of random incidences but there were some posts which reeked of anger and who were targeted at some people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;though it was never made known to whom my anger was directed at, i thought that was characteristic of typical bloggers who use the blogs as a means to insult people. i will not do that here. you can insult me all you like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you tag, i delete. it is as simple and as difficult as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305076792409078080-6634808131856533717?l=confessionsofa-teenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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