<?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-1935943758401820091</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:39:08.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticeable</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-6329227500351142703</id><published>2009-12-27T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:24:31.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! Sorry I haven't been around for a while, I've been..... Busy? Thank goodness UPSR is over. Now all I have to worry about now is high school. New school. New people. Harder subjects to learn. Gulp. No, I'm not gonna think about it until I really have to. Which will have to be......... Now. Sweet nibblets. But I'm not gonna talk about it today. I'm gonna tell you what happened over the past few months.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for starters, I got 4 A's for my UPSR which really surprised me because I didn't really go to school this year. We went to Singapore for Hari Raya. Melissa turned one...... yada yada ya..... And oh! I fell in love with a werewolf. Haha! Sounds really weird when you say it like that. I'll tell you all about it on my next post. I'm too lazy to type. Just wanted you to know that I'm still alive and not eaten by a werewolf..... Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-6329227500351142703?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/6329227500351142703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/12/changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/6329227500351142703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/6329227500351142703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/12/changed.html' title='Changed'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-1664142821688819241</id><published>2009-04-23T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:30:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing The Past</title><content type='html'>Hi, hi!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time no blog. Well, UPSR is the reason and an upcoming exam which is coming less than a month but hey! I'm back so lets blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was watching American Idol last night. FYI I don't really follow this season because it's not that interesting..... So yeah I was watching it and I'm sorry that Anoop and Lil' got kicked out. I didn't think they were great but okay.... I hope Allison and Adam will be in the finals. Anyway, as I was watching guess who made a guest appearance on American Idol? I almost screamed when I saw him... DAVID ARCHULETA!!! Ahhhhhhh..... He sang Touch My Hand. I guess he went back to the States to make a guest appearance... I wish I could go back in time just to see his showcase. GTG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I almost forgot. I started Facebook and it's so cool! TTYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-1664142821688819241?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/1664142821688819241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/1664142821688819241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/1664142821688819241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-past.html' title='Missing The Past'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-844082526261259193</id><published>2009-04-12T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:21:37.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SeHARBCaAbI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ekq2l_gWaFw/s1600-h/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SeHARBCaAbI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ekq2l_gWaFw/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323747633097474482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SeHAQzVoAFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aOJhn_6t4lQ/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SeHAQzVoAFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aOJhn_6t4lQ/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323747629419987026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was one of those moments I know I'll never forget. And as you can see, I did go to David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Archuleta's&lt;/span&gt; showcase. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be there if wasn't for JJ and Ean.  They are the kindest people I've ever met. Lets not forget the funniest. They gave me a little tour around the studio. I can't believe I missed David! I arrived at astro at 10! Argggggh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at Sunway Lagoon around 2. It was HOT! But I did get a goody bag while waiting with the Hitz Cruisers. Then we went down a slope to go to the amphitheatre. We had to wait for David for one hour. But there were many opening acts. It was interesting.  I think. Finally, David came. He was so much better live! Too bad he only sang six songs. But it was really worth it. I hope he comes back soon. Thanks Hitz for making my wish come true! I will never let go this memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-844082526261259193?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/844082526261259193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-let-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/844082526261259193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/844082526261259193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-let-go.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Go'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SeHARBCaAbI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ekq2l_gWaFw/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-5466471537189188548</id><published>2009-04-06T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:27:04.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate</title><content type='html'>I'm desperate. For tickets. I want to go to David Archuleta's concert. No. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;to go to David Archuleta's concert. Yes, need is a better word. David will be here on Wednesday which is the day after tomorrow. That's..... Wow! I hope he will visit Izarra's school. It will be very cool. There are a couple of reasons why I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to go to David Archuleta's concert.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, it is a concert and I never been to one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, David sings better live so I've heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are the reasons. I'll better get going. I'll TTYL!               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-5466471537189188548?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/5466471537189188548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/04/desperate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5466471537189188548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5466471537189188548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/04/desperate.html' title='Desperate'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-7948094241504886477</id><published>2009-03-22T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:00:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cinderella Story</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS TO DANIA AND RAMADEE! Who knew weddings could be so exciting! And the bride looked so pretty. But I noticed she wore contacts. Then again, I'm not sure. I'm so happy kakak has her happy ending. It's like a fairytale coming to life. Again, congrats to the new weds! Have fun at Coldplay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember kakak D if you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCF forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-7948094241504886477?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/7948094241504886477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-cinderella-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/7948094241504886477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/7948094241504886477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-cinderella-story.html' title='Another Cinderella Story'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-4998434974050360951</id><published>2009-03-21T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:26:31.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/ScSch_uDnQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIQA7-NvFwA/s1600-h/Another-Cinderella-Story-another-cinderella-story-2753711-640-352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315545568058252546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/ScSch_uDnQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIQA7-NvFwA/s320/Another-Cinderella-Story-another-cinderella-story-2753711-640-352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They live in seperate worlds but somehow seem to have something in common. They are amazing dancers. Another Cinderella Story is one of my favourite movies I have ever watched. It's about two dancers who meets each other in a Ball. They dance the night away and find themselves in love with each other. But at a quater before midnight Mary a.k.a Selena Gomez rushes home leaving her Zune behind. Joey a.k.a Drew Seeley tries to track her down using her Zune. But the problem is, it was a Black and White Ball and everyone was wearing masks. Not only that, Mary works as a maid for her stepmother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will Joey find her? More than that, will he accept her for who she is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well you just have to find out yourself. I would highly recommend you to buy if you like light-hearted movies....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-4998434974050360951?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/4998434974050360951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-classic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/4998434974050360951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/4998434974050360951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-classic.html' title='New Classic'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/ScSch_uDnQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIQA7-NvFwA/s72-c/Another-Cinderella-Story-another-cinderella-story-2753711-640-352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-3625066821646759662</id><published>2009-03-19T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:57:24.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>war of the 'gentlemens'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/ScJFcijHyyI/AAAAAAAAABs/eDEJZhaOqn4/s1600-h/exposure_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314886866863377186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/ScJFcijHyyI/AAAAAAAAABs/eDEJZhaOqn4/s320/exposure_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching Twilight and I'm trying to blog. Edward looks so sparkly! Anyway, back to blogging, today was crazy. We had a little war between the cousins and neighbours. We had a fight between who was better. The cousins or the neighbours. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes the mother came out. And she sort of scares us. We also had a spelling bee, spelling stuff such as anestatic, fire extinguisher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we stopped competeting when the mother came out and started to speak in arabic. And the boy said something about my brother, black shirt. That's the story. I can't wait for Saturday, like Paris Hilton always says, toodles !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-3625066821646759662?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/3625066821646759662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/war-of-gentlemens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3625066821646759662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3625066821646759662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/war-of-gentlemens.html' title='war of the &apos;gentlemens&apos;'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/ScJFcijHyyI/AAAAAAAAABs/eDEJZhaOqn4/s72-c/exposure_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-3622408583627814482</id><published>2009-03-17T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:28:41.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Hear The Bells</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, I DO NOT like the title of this post. Don't ask me why. I have my reasons. Well, in exactly 4 days, someone in my generation will be married. Yes, it is Dania. And she's going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;! Not that I'm jealous, but still..... It's a concert. David PLEASE COME! PRETTY PLEASE WITH CHERRIES ON TOP.....! Anyway sorry about changing the title of my blog. I'll change it soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pinky&lt;/span&gt; swears. I'm supporting David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Guess who will be walking down the aisle next. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zanessa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Owwww&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; gave Vanessa a diamond heart ring. He's so Edward. Guess that's it for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-3622408583627814482?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/3622408583627814482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-hear-bells.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3622408583627814482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3622408583627814482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-hear-bells.html' title='I Can Hear The Bells'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-3403447108382219915</id><published>2009-03-13T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:08:41.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU THE HITZ.FM FUGITIVE?!</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day to find the fugitive. And they are giving out RM14 000! You can buy at least 7 iPhones. But I won't waste my money on it. I woud buy a new phone. Sony Ericson. And of course, buy all the books in MPH. JJ and Ean are so funny! I really wanted to hear Ean's mum on air. But oh well. I think i met JJ once. He was at Mothercare at Subang Parade with his wife and kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Rihanna is NOT coming to Malaysia I would really love to go to David Archuleta's concert. If he's coming. I would go with Izarra. My favourite song right now is A Little Too Not Over You. So David, please come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-3403447108382219915?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/3403447108382219915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-hitzfm-fugitive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3403447108382219915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3403447108382219915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-hitzfm-fugitive.html' title='ARE YOU THE HITZ.FM FUGITIVE?!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-7905401887346416096</id><published>2009-02-22T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:32:30.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJQ-Oym7SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9gXmYFRonV0/s1600-h/CA0ILAEJCAJSGXYJCA9RCSGHCAKRENKJCASWS0VLCA90BK2GCAKV6H5ACAMVVPNNCAXUEO0VCASJNE13CA6D63IVCA3AUTURCAYM59N1CA7T8TLCCA2JNNQMCAOSZQKICAXS90G9CAHF6G0KCACWFQHR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305892341048339746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJQ-Oym7SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9gXmYFRonV0/s400/CA0ILAEJCAJSGXYJCA9RCSGHCAKRENKJCASWS0VLCA90BK2GCAKV6H5ACAMVVPNNCAXUEO0VCASJNE13CA6D63IVCA3AUTURCAYM59N1CA7T8TLCCA2JNNQMCAOSZQKICAXS90G9CAHF6G0KCACWFQHR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 12 years 4 days old. Yes, I'm counting. I feel pathetic. *lost in thought....* Anyways, my birthday was so much fun. I got a cookbook, iPod Shuffle, speaker, iFly and a Nintendo DS. Sigh... I do not feel like blogging. TTYL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-7905401887346416096?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/7905401887346416096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/7905401887346416096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/7905401887346416096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-me.html' title='A New Me'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJQ-Oym7SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9gXmYFRonV0/s72-c/CA0ILAEJCAJSGXYJCA9RCSGHCAKRENKJCASWS0VLCA90BK2GCAKV6H5ACAMVVPNNCAXUEO0VCASJNE13CA6D63IVCA3AUTURCAYM59N1CA7T8TLCCA2JNNQMCAOSZQKICAXS90G9CAHF6G0KCACWFQHR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-3674861500616700722</id><published>2009-02-14T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:45:12.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Today is the day where people give you roses and teddy bears. I got a diamond heart! Just kidding. But it could be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really awful. I was supposed to go to Rihanna's concert. Do you know what happened? Chris Brown. Instead I listened to Rihanna on the radio. Hitz to be exact. I will never forgive him for what he did to Rihanna. Ta ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: My birthday is in five days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-3674861500616700722?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/3674861500616700722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3674861500616700722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3674861500616700722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-4673322993362027596</id><published>2009-02-10T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:54:25.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twiligh Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=826e0897-4373-42b3-8591-a0762278c97c" _extended="true"&gt;Dakota Fanning&lt;/a&gt;, AnnaLynne McCord, Lucy Hale and Vanessa Hudgens aren't the only people jostling for roles in the next installment of the Twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of the vampire love saga traveled far and wide to Vancouver Sunday for the chance to join hottie &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/photos/gallery.jsp?galleryUUID=c5a4d517-cb49-4ab0-8098-7389a32db1d4" target="_blank" _extended="true"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="name" href="http://www.eonline.com/celebrities/profile/index.jsp?uuid=f90ff2b1-197b-4ce5-864c-09914d2a8254" _extended="true"&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/a&gt; in the second film, New Moon, set to hit theaters in &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b73374__lt_i_gt_New_Moon_lt__i_gt__Rises_Next_November.html" target="_blank" _extended="true"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film's casting agents held an open call in the Canadian city and advertised the event on Craigslist. According to the &lt;a href="http://www.vancouversun.com/Tantrums+tears+Twilight+audition/1269199/story.html" target="_blank" _extended="true"&gt;Vancouver Sun&lt;/a&gt;, they sought "first nations/aboriginal actors and actresses between the ages of 15 and 25" who would be available throughout filming from March to May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line began forming as early as 5 a.m. and soon snaked down a street and around the corner. Fans from as far as Florida willingly froze as they studied Stephenie Meyer's book, anxiously waiting their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, so many people came camera-ready that assistants began telling the crowd as early as 12:30 p.m. they could accept no more applicants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sucks," Rosanna Razor, 22, told the newspaper after being turned away. "I was here since 9 a.m. I came up from Seattle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is more than we expected," casting assistant Bim Narine told the publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, candidates were prescreened before receiving afternoon audition times and copies of scripts with recognizable character names blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presumably, those cast would join Taylor Lautner's Jacob Black and the rest of his Quileute tribe on the La Push reservation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-4673322993362027596?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/4673322993362027596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-and-rihanna-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/4673322993362027596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/4673322993362027596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-and-rihanna-update.html' title='Twiligh Update!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-9117990686603335915</id><published>2009-02-07T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:26:46.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece Of Cake</title><content type='html'>Whoever created homework and exam, I swear I'll hunt them down, and kill them. I'm doing more work than my brother. I feel like... ARGHHH! How hard is it to do UPSR? It's like any other exam. But with pressure. Yeeesh! I feel like my brain is going to explode! How hard is it to do tests? You colour the right answer, you get one mark. You make a good sentence, you get a mark. How hard is it? Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I haven't been blogging that much. It's because I'm studying my head off. Killing me slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go. If I haven't been blogging, it's because I've been drowned in a pile of books or screaming into a pillow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-9117990686603335915?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/9117990686603335915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/piece-of-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/9117990686603335915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/9117990686603335915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/piece-of-cake.html' title='Piece Of Cake'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-4994450349861842731</id><published>2009-02-06T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:42:24.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>To my brother, who is ten today..... I wish you a happy 10th birthday. Although we fight almost everyday and irritate each other.... I'm here to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to irritate you more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mazhar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-4994450349861842731?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/4994450349861842731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-10th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/4994450349861842731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/4994450349861842731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-10th-birthday.html' title='Happy 10th Birthday!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-8562954808876096544</id><published>2009-02-06T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:09:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Update!</title><content type='html'>Gossips is in the air. Celebrity gossip, school gossip, family gossip.... But lets just scratch out the family gossip. I'll be breaking all the rules if I told you those kind of gossips. So it's time for Twilight updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news girls, Rob Pattinson will be acting in New Moon! I guess he realized nobody can be Edward except for him. He's like the perfect Edward. Moving on, it is comfirmed that Dakota Fanning will be playing as Jane in New Moon. FYI, she hasn't even read the book! Don't believe me? Go to E! online. Surprise, surprise AnnaLynne McCord a.k.a Naomi in 90210 might also be playing in as Heidi in the movie. I don't know who Heidi is but I think she works with the Volturi. Speaking of 90210, Kellan Lutz had been playing in 90210 in a few episodes. Lutz played George Evans, a star lacrosse player who comes from a wealthy family. Now drum roll please! Yesterday, you officially got &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b73298_stephenie_meyer_new_moon_movie_wont_suck.html" target="_blank" _extended="true"&gt;a director&lt;/a&gt;, and today, you officially have a release date: New Moon will cross the horizon on November 20, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my updates are useful to you Twilight fans. Will update you soon. TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-8562954808876096544?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/8562954808876096544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/8562954808876096544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/8562954808876096544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-update.html' title='Twilight Update!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-4901115480574534808</id><published>2009-01-30T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:46:06.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Rush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SYMDRYiZodI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpwR06hWPP4/s1600-h/minnie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297081183897231826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SYMDRYiZodI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpwR06hWPP4/s400/minnie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was really crazy. I went to school which I dreaded to go. So you know, did school stuff yada yada ya..... Then after school, I went out with Cik An and Izarra. But Izarra picked me up alone since Cik An was doing her hair. So Izarra and I talked about nonsense stuff. Dakota Fanning playing as Jane in New Moon. That kind of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to 1 Utama, we met up with Suraya and Mansur. They were so cheeky! Suraya was in her&lt;em&gt; manja&lt;/em&gt; mood. So she kinda screamed a lot. Anyway, after Cik An finished doing her hair, we ate at 1920. We all ate spaghetti. It was delicious! Next, we went to the new wing and bought Mansur's stroller. Later we went to MPH. Not many interesting books..... So Cik An bought me The Catcher in the Rye and Izarra got To Kill a Mocking Bird. Before we knew it, it was already 5! So we went back. We didn't go to many places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a rush!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.s thank you for the book and the Disney presents, Cik An!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-4901115480574534808?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/4901115480574534808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/4901115480574534808'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-4523500934631866379</id><published>2009-01-30T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:58:29.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-505a3599aea48bcb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-2618752341710568652</id><published>2009-01-24T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:41:33.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SXvcQ44sb2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/QmSViuFiAgg/s1600-h/pavilion+monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295067969610346338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SXvcQ44sb2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/QmSViuFiAgg/s400/pavilion+monkeys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came across this picture when I slept over at Izarra's house yesterday. Let me tell you what happen here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azuar, Mazhar, Izarra and I had an outing with Cik An. We went to Pavilion. It was fun. Ate four bowls of unagi. It was delicious. Shared drinks with Suraya. Bits of carrot were at the bottom of our drinks. It was......you know. We went to Times after that. There were so many books! Book stores are like my second home so I was kinda excited. The boys went to the magazine section checking out the football magazines. That was before they were crazy about wrestling. While they were doing that, Izarra and I were looking at our books. There were so many choices. But after checking out so many books, Izarra got her Golden Compass and I got my Polyanna and the boys? They got an ice cream each. Now my favourite part of the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Paul Frank. There were so many monkeys! Everything was so cute! Then we saw the pillow and thats when we got crazy.... This happened two years ago. Even though it happened a long time ago. The memory will always be with me. Our craziness.&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/1935943758401820091-2618752341710568652?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/2618752341710568652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-times.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/2618752341710568652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/2618752341710568652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-times.html' title='Good Times...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SXvcQ44sb2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/QmSViuFiAgg/s72-c/pavilion+monkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-3148615045562566264</id><published>2009-01-20T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:04:13.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically Challenged</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month since I've been blogging. But do you know me? Well you know Sleeping Beauty scares me. You know I'm sitting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UPSR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You know I'm in love with Edward Cullen (Obviously..). But is that all? No. What you don't know is that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt; or so you say disabled person.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born on 19 February 1997. And was diagnosed with a brain tumor at the age of 4. I had a lot of treatment and medication. I even took pills which now I'm a pro at. I didn't go to school at all. But after two years, my aunt introduced me to a children 's hospital called Princess Margeret in Perth. We went there and for the first time, the doctor said he could operate even though it was risky. I had the surgery but I also had a shunt in me... With a lot of excercise, I was able to walk........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later, I could'nt walk again. So many years has passed and I'm known as wheelchair girl. But don't feel sorry, things has improved over the past 8 years. I finally been accepted to a school in Shah Alam. I'm sitting for UPSR. I can finally be a normal girl except on wheels.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: DO NOT stare at people who is in a wheelchair that much it is really uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-3148615045562566264?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/3148615045562566264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/physically-challenged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3148615045562566264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/3148615045562566264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/physically-challenged.html' title='Physically Challenged'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-7962759521071795390</id><published>2009-01-16T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:08:25.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I'm so looking forward to Chinese New Year. I need a holiday. But my school is only off for 2 days which is so irritating. My brother and sister, even my cousins have a week off only me. School is a nightmare don't make me go there! My teachers are scary don't make me go there! DON'T MAKE ME GO THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... School is definitely the last place I want to be right now. Can't I skip time, please? I don't want to sit for this not-so-important test on Tuesday. Arghhh! I'm going to fail my BM..... I'm doomed. So so doomed....... Well guess have to get back to the books. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-7962759521071795390?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/7962759521071795390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/7962759521071795390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/7962759521071795390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-nightmare.html' title='School Nightmare'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-5842760896193929766</id><published>2009-01-14T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:39:21.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maisarah!</title><content type='html'>My 4 year old sister just started school. She's really enjoying it. But she will hate it. Soon. I'm really jealous because the name of her class is sooo cute. Poppy. Adorable isn't it? Everytime she comes home she will tell us about school. What she sang, ate and well..... everthing. Maisarah is the kind of girl that makes everyone sigh. Big, round eyes. Long eyelashes. Curly hair..... But the problem is she talks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. She talks a lot. The only time she doesn't talk is when she sleeps. It takes a lot of energy to talk to her. But besides that, she's fine..... Oh wait! She's also very cheeky. She gets scolded but will also be forgiven by those puppy eyes. She has won many hearts. Even Aziff! Now she is his favourite cousin. Great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-5842760896193929766?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/5842760896193929766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/maisarah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5842760896193929766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5842760896193929766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/maisarah.html' title='Maisarah!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-488642879387617737</id><published>2009-01-09T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:39:07.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 so far</title><content type='html'>Okay. The worst years I have ever experienced. Hmmmm... I guess I have to say this year since I have UPSR. I have to admit being in the hospital and having lots of needles stuck to you is more relaxing than UPSR. In the hospital,  you can lie in bed and relax until you're fully recovered. But UPSR? You have to take down notes until your hand aches. I need a plan. I know! I'll ask Hiro for his power and skip time. OR! I'll ask Edward to bite me and stop aging! What a brilliant plan! Wait a minute..... They both don't exist. Even if they did I wouldn't want to stop aging at the age of 12... I would want to stop aging at the age of 17. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins... Especially Izarra. The last time I saw her was 4th January. Even though it's been a week. It feels like a month! Guess have to wait...... So this is my 2009 so far. Well buh-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kakak D I'm reading your Twilight and going to Rihanna's concert! MUAHAHAAAAA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-488642879387617737?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/488642879387617737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-so-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/488642879387617737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/488642879387617737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-so-far.html' title='2009 so far'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-5766594939003072817</id><published>2009-01-05T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:50:08.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>I've never fell in love with a book before. Well except for Harry Potter. But this was different, way different. As I told you before, Twilight was a book I read by accident. I guess it's a good thing I read it since nothing I read seemed to interest me. But after reading Twilight, I think I got carried away since I'm reading Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost finishing Breaking Dawn. Which surprisingly upsets me because I feel like I'm a part of the book now.The other reason is that there will be no more of Edward Cullen. I will miss the quotes he says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care of my heart, i left it with you...... you are my life now..... &lt;/em&gt;or maybe.... &lt;em&gt;i'll do whatever it takes to make you safe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.... So sweet! I can't wait for Midnight Sun.. Well it's Twilight except it's Edward's version. Yeah.... Anyway Breaking Dawn is broken into three books. There's book one, two and three. I hate book two because it is mostly about Jacob Black. I HATE HIM!!! He &lt;em&gt;imprited &lt;/em&gt;on Renesmee who is only a baby and Bella's daughter. Well enough for today. TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-5766594939003072817?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/5766594939003072817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5766594939003072817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5766594939003072817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-998880935841372303</id><published>2009-01-02T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:45:17.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>2009 has finally arrived. You know what that means.... School. You will be given tons of homework. And of course the exams. If you think your exam is hard, you will hate UPSR(also known as Upsetting Papers which Scares Reality). Well I guess I can't run away from it since it's here. You are so lucky Maisarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this year is going to be different. Hmmm... There's really not much to say since the year has just started. All I know is that Azuar and I are going to sit for UPSR and Izarra and Ilyas are going to sit for their PMR. Bad year for us, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Marisa&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-998880935841372303?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/998880935841372303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/998880935841372303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/998880935841372303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-5858057639268298180</id><published>2008-12-28T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:32:30.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>I love fairy tales. Especially Beauty and the Beast and Snow White. And the thing I love the most about fairy tales is that there is always a happy ending. It makes me feel like I'm floating on cloud 9. I love all fairy tales except..... Sleeping Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 2 to 3 years old when my mom introduced me to the movie. A shot of excitement flickered down my spine. As I sat there, my excitement turned into a fright. I was scared. Scared of the witch, the princess. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is 10 years later and I'm still scared (do not laugh!).I don't know why it is like what Azuar always say it's&lt;em&gt; Chessy Mccreepy. &lt;/em&gt;But I guess I have to face my fears since  Maisarah is starting to watch it. Save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:If you agree or disagree with me that Sleeping Beauty is scary please do write a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1935943758401820091-5858057639268298180?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/5858057639268298180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeping-beauty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5858057639268298180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/5858057639268298180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1935943758401820091.post-6771146732208668336</id><published>2008-12-25T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:33:36.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire</title><content type='html'>I never really liked vampires in particular. Until Edward Cullen appeared in my life. It started off with one day, I saw Izarra clutching Twilight. I asked her what it was about and all she said was 'it's about vampires' and started reading it with enthusiasm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second time I saw her was exactly 22nd December, my parents' anniversary. And she was walking around the bookstore searching for the sequel to Twilight, New Moon. I have to say, she looked 'thirsty'. I thought she was a little bit weird. What's so special about this story about vampires she was obsessed about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My third visit,  we went to Bangsar Village together. She, this time again, talked about buying the fourth and final book, Breaking Dawn. I again thought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what was wrong with her?&lt;/span&gt; We searched up and down searching for it. She found it, happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day she came to me, telling me Robert Pattinson was going to be Edward Cullen in the movie. I had to admit, I was pretty excited. We together watched the trailer. I was interested and started reading it. I was hooked. My eyes couldn't tear off from the book. I am now reading Breaking Dawn and in love with Edward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1935943758401820091-6771146732208668336?l=marisa97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/feeds/6771146732208668336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2008/12/vampire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/6771146732208668336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1935943758401820091/posts/default/6771146732208668336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisa97.blogspot.com/2008/12/vampire.html' title='Vampire'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07215684420396839351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0MPsTlJCPU0/SaJYRnen9VI/AAAAAAAAABA/y0eiO2XeuAw/S220/CA7QVH2VCABFDUG0CAB0GNNZCAIOVBVZCARRA4JKCATOZW83CAUZL4G3CACNC4HQCA2F2QJ5CA09L3FKCAC04FBBCAJUS6RRCATY6XQNCAFMM8DCCA60RHJ2CAGICOR5CAUV2GL7CAKMXTJXCAJPHZJ7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
