<?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-8729626847955909878</id><updated>2012-01-21T13:16:37.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicate Passion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6209443808672727353</id><published>2011-05-08T04:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T04:24:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to blog!</title><content type='html'>Tonight's a Sat night, and well.. Ive stayed home tonite. Doing nothynk, mainly.. and most of the time munching. Im at the point im effynk frust with myself. Walk the talk ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoah, for a moment, i sounded like i hate myself. lol. yawn. just a lil quick update on my life status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life - #1 gaining weight hard AND fast. everythynk is piling on my cheeks and tummy. =S eeks. #2 lost my beloved hp. #3 im left with about $*00 to last for the rest of the month. hope can make it last. #4 enrolled on bike, but hadter cut it short, UNFORTUNATELY. sacrifices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work - cracking my head to solve this one lil mini project system. other than that, things have been pretty peaceful, ever since I lost my phone. heh, shouldve thot of just changing num duing tt "drama" period. silly me. moving onnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal life - our differences are getting too vast. i guesss... jessie's nobody's perfect might say bout it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im betting i'll blog in 5 minutes time agaen. itz 4am, i cant slp. cant think of doing nethynk else. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-6209443808672727353?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6209443808672727353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6209443808672727353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6209443808672727353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-blog.html' title='back to blog!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5242519477879649469</id><published>2010-08-02T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:27:54.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae, i saaaad... *whiny mode*&lt;br /&gt;Things DID NOT go well in skool and i am fearful for MY LIFE if i repeat... I am scared shitless. Why oh why... Just pls ah... Let me graduate in peace n joy.. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvly came to fetch moi and away from worry world. Hehe.. Had a lil snack n chat bwh blk and then he's off for night shift. And here i am, heavy eyed and all.. But interesting story coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest izz zaidan screamed his bloodhurling scream that made everyone freeze. Confirm he saw sumthynk kan? Then my mum sprint into action and picked him up and he terwee on my mum. So after a while, mummie go mandi after he da all settled and his cries are soothed. Then mummy came out of the toilet a while later, and screamed too! Guess who or wad she saw????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz was a lil boy.. Height about, an average pri 3 student.. All bald. Staring straight at her. My mum say all her blood turned cold. But when she screamed and turned agaen, the thing was gone. He was wearing like a light brown2 kinda thing... Like buddha wear.... Scarie or wad..... And i thnk tt was wad izz zaidan saw too. My mum kater since tt time kite baru balek jalan2, so prolly tt thng followed hme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarie ahhhhh!!! How to suro dier kluar then??? Action smer ajak kluar jalan2 lagik?? Hahahahaha... But yeah, tt was scaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5242519477879649469?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5242519477879649469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/08/todae-i-saaaad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5242519477879649469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5242519477879649469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/08/todae-i-saaaad.html' title=''/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6487765945700726101</id><published>2010-08-01T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:45:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one sweet day..</title><content type='html'>Speak and ur thoughts would be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Pray and ur wish would be granted.&lt;br /&gt;Love and ur heart will be contented.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and ur soul will be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those words just flow out from this mind of mine, u thnk itz true? But dear heart... Why so much turmoil? So much... Hesitations? Is he not enough for u? is he not able to make u happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is, he does.. so make sure u love him and embrace him with tt love before he takes his leave. And stop, with the prangai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.r.a.n.g.a.i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, wad a detested word.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''u can say that uld rather slp than entertain this prangai..but baby. Please dun play with this heart of mine.. Lalala...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... But kan, sweet ah darling tdk. He majok, then we wanna go play pool, but tmpt tk best so ended up eating at coffee bean je, but afterwards, he talked nice afterwards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aneways, im just thankful i got to spend time with him, say just a while tho. If things were my in my perfect world, uld be my perfect guy and i'ld be ur perfect grl. =) ild have bouncy ponytail and long legs and uld be just as u are now. we would sit late at night, coffee and hot chocolate(urs, haha) between us, and we'ld talk the whole night away. We'ld laugh so hard uld carry me (like u did a while ago by the roadside) and ild drool on ur shoulder from too hard a laughter. And uld drop me from too much laughter and we'll lie side by side, happily and contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekee, that was a night to rmbr, altho a different version. But, memories dun lie. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u sweet munchieekynnz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-6487765945700726101?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6487765945700726101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-sweet-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6487765945700726101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6487765945700726101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-sweet-day.html' title='one sweet day..'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5084675739892958067</id><published>2010-06-30T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:42:55.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to tumblr OR NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TCrX_Qy2JKI/AAAAAAAADVE/kf217_ji31o/s1600/tumblr_kxxagoTLoo1qb5kdto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TCrX_Qy2JKI/AAAAAAAADVE/kf217_ji31o/s400/tumblr_kxxagoTLoo1qb5kdto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488436577744331938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved her since FOREVERRR...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of switching to tumblr... coz blogger's been a tooot lately ah.. should i or should i not? Ive moved too many timess.. and i dun like tt. I prefer to stick to one thing. from bliss-beautifullour.. to delicate-passion HAHAHAHA, think back bout it, itz just ONCE. hahahahaha... but, butttt.... yeah, i hate switching and switching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, kum is officially under my left list. Got so upset yest, had a lil breakdown. I'll think of sumthynk myself. Thanks sweetlove for being there for me. And food always makes me feel better, so did the hot prata hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna recce tumblr. Hmwacks!&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/8729626847955909878-5084675739892958067?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5084675739892958067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-tumblr-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5084675739892958067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5084675739892958067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-tumblr-or-not.html' title='to tumblr OR NOT.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TCrX_Qy2JKI/AAAAAAAADVE/kf217_ji31o/s72-c/tumblr_kxxagoTLoo1qb5kdto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7362896563733281334</id><published>2010-06-28T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:57:08.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, i officially am in a deep mess. Skool stuffs are in a mess. Im very very far back behind the others and i reeeeaaallie need to catch up on things ive missed. And, and computer game programming, serves me right laaaaaa... now me have no partner. And i doubt i wanna work with him, coz we just cant click la.. So conclusion, im doing it alone laaa.... Gonna need tonnes  of helppp... wahsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, HK was nice. The fireworks was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aweeesommeee..&lt;/span&gt;. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i add a teeeny weeeny, hm observation?&lt;br /&gt;There's just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumthynnnnkkkk&lt;/span&gt; about botakboys with tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad IS IT?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TCjFRvcgc_I/AAAAAAAADU8/j5Kpo0q8F1Q/s1600/500x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TCjFRvcgc_I/AAAAAAAADU8/j5Kpo0q8F1Q/s400/500x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487853054535431154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8729626847955909878-7362896563733281334?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7362896563733281334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7362896563733281334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7362896563733281334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='=))'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TCjFRvcgc_I/AAAAAAAADU8/j5Kpo0q8F1Q/s72-c/500x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8731472455079384109</id><published>2010-06-16T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:01:29.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superb day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TBjzf0d0yLI/AAAAAAAADU0/a3Qzlr9Xwyo/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TBjzf0d0yLI/AAAAAAAADU0/a3Qzlr9Xwyo/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483400274308810930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was aweeeesome. my head literally swirled in ecstasy. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;rainy day.. todae was like the whole grand IKA AJ's happy package.&lt;br /&gt;woke up after a deep deep slumber, all glowy and contented.&lt;br /&gt;i love rainy2 day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomr is back to reality and the thing that ive been running away from, and that is... jengjengjeng the mp. major project aka merepek project. nyeahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been so happie these past weeks, dun tell me sumthynk bad's gonna happen and definitely i hope not nethynk to do with my graduation! coz i badly wanna get out of tt skool alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my sweetheart pouty boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;*hug and kisses*&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/8729626847955909878-8731472455079384109?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8731472455079384109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/superb-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8731472455079384109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8731472455079384109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/superb-day.html' title='superb day'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TBjzf0d0yLI/AAAAAAAADU0/a3Qzlr9Xwyo/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-9217947561342229823</id><published>2010-06-15T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:50:20.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday, project tk biken2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;term break's coming to a an end soon! oh no! cuz me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; thoroughly enjoying every DAY of it!&lt;br /&gt;wad with bebe... with hunnymunchieekynzz, with d faaam... bestnyerrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sun is the bf's bdae. and i have no ideaaaaa wad to doooo...&lt;br /&gt;how how how. wad is the one thing that he would like and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aneways, next week gg Hong Kong! wheehee.. but, i tell u SECRET... im not really that psyche gg HK. me not sure why.. but i bet the Disneyland's gonna be fun. Tho the real one, AND I STILL REMEMBER THE MEMORY at the US's disneyland. WAS AWEEEESOMEEEE!!!! hehehehehe... i loved every minute, every second of it! esp. the small world ride. that would forever be a sweet memory eh. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hopefully! If and when we go to Macau, me wanna play casino! Mwahaha, with the big boys bebeh! *kachingz!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmwacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TBZcQkTigbI/AAAAAAAADUs/qzwyHZbDMZQ/s1600/Lolla%28466%29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TBZcQkTigbI/AAAAAAAADUs/qzwyHZbDMZQ/s400/Lolla%28466%29a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482671036063449522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-9217947561342229823?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9217947561342229823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-project-tk-biken2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9217947561342229823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9217947561342229823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-project-tk-biken2.html' title='holiday, project tk biken2!!!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/TBZcQkTigbI/AAAAAAAADUs/qzwyHZbDMZQ/s72-c/Lolla%28466%29a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4240684204456732904</id><published>2010-06-07T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:32:31.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tt fateful night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn shagged right now. slogged me ass off cleaning the house, laundry cleaned, hanged and folded. Toilet scrubbed, even used old toothbrush to get to the corners of the sink and all.. hahaha.. prepared a lil breakfast for dahdiee n sgee and cleaned the hall. *huge SIGH!* This is tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, had a blast of cold shower after all that. And me found so many2 bruises on my bodylaaaa... my arms, my knees, my back, me butt. Hahaha... And 2 lil bumps on my head. All coz of the Saturday maha embarassing incident. I swear i woke up early the next day, had a longgggg cold shower and begged ju to balek siang before the rest of them all woke up. I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tt&lt;/span&gt; paiseyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i could rmbr was.. i bulldoze my head onto the wall, dunno for wadever reason! I thnk i wanted to follow ju out.. HAHAHA. And laid down there, wanted to get up, will myself to get up, but the body wun work. And i rmbred me sprawling outside the toilet, sumone was inside the toilet for damn long.. me cant tahan alrdy.. hahahaha.. me rmbr.. ju saying sumthynk to me, i thnk a joke and i laughed like nobody's business. He was straightening up my hair or sumthynk. Haha.. tt was a sweet moment. =) I felt like his baby. And like we shared a truly special moment for a while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a vague memory of the grls trying to get me up. I rmbr i saw Ida.. but she was swaying. The rest of the night was pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u babysweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for troubling u. I din even feel anythynk and suddenly tt happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmwaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great esp the sambal ikan pari. yum2. Company was great too. =)&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/8729626847955909878-4240684204456732904?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4240684204456732904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/tt-fateful-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4240684204456732904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4240684204456732904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/06/tt-fateful-night.html' title='tt fateful night.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7985844803598118409</id><published>2010-05-27T10:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:03:51.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed my computer game programming test, or the 3rd time now. The teacher must be effynk pissed out with me. I just cant do it la.. I rather get 0 than fail. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All or nothynk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is feeling bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;Itz okay, keep mum and hold ur head up high.&lt;br /&gt;take it as another reason to add to ur list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yb6inn6wJMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yb6inn6wJMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA, i cant stop laughing, this guy has a reallie nice voice no doubt. tapi kening dier keep bobbing up and down.. hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ut3Ng77ePmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ut3Ng77ePmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the same.&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/8729626847955909878-7985844803598118409?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7985844803598118409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-missed-my-computer-game-programming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7985844803598118409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7985844803598118409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-missed-my-computer-game-programming.html' title=''/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3067113450765961808</id><published>2010-05-26T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:12:38.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last song, torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dun feel like blogging, but this particular sentence from a song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"conversation has run dry"&lt;/span&gt; makes me wanna write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has more entries on imperfections than anythynk else i guess. And this is nothynk short of difference. Currently, i FEEL different. But that's the thing, feeling and being it are two different things. I thnk this is particularly why i prefer so much to be a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy going out by myself, keep to myself in my own world be it books or movies or just plain watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuallie, im not sure where this is going. The weather is so effynk hot. Itz affecting my mind. HA HA. I wanna watch last song. Good ol love. Oh, but boredom is a sheer killer of anythynk.. Boredom, routines, snappy2 times, changing.. changes.. turn off... the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tear was shed at all and nothynk that resemble regrets is near at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows, itz a right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;insyaallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S_06JgvlUQI/AAAAAAAADUk/uTv3bY-Xh3I/s1600/3004097604_6c09b993cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S_06JgvlUQI/AAAAAAAADUk/uTv3bY-Xh3I/s400/3004097604_6c09b993cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596657035137282" border="0" /&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/8729626847955909878-3067113450765961808?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3067113450765961808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-song-torn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3067113450765961808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3067113450765961808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-song-torn.html' title='Last song, torn'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S_06JgvlUQI/AAAAAAAADUk/uTv3bY-Xh3I/s72-c/3004097604_6c09b993cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5115250837312362116</id><published>2010-05-24T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:50:24.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ika</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this article. bout writing a letter to ur 16 year old self. beats me why you would wanna write to a past age, i rather write to a future age kan? hahaha, but seems like writing sumthynk that you know would happen is more reassuring rather than writing or more of hoping for the unknown. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Ika, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the year you hit rock bottom. And since im writing to sumthynk that has alrdy happen, i couldnt possibly change the fact that you TOTALLY flunked your O Levels. Yup, im still mad at you for tryna be a smart aleck in Science pract when they asked you to just choose X, Y or Z. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IDENTIFY&lt;/span&gt; chemical X, Y or Z. Seriouslie, wad WERE you thinking?? read the INSTRUCTIONS, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please!&lt;/span&gt; Yup, you would thot the 21 yr old u wouldve forgiven you huh? Haha, fat hope. But just remember, the harder you fall, the higher you bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, forget wad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. You're gonna have A BLAST at ITE! And who wouldve thot? The guy you've been hopelessly crushing on is gonna call you. *secret smile* Im not telling more, but you're gonna have a HELL of 2 years. Call that the honeymoon period baby. With loadsa fun at skool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be okay, til at least for these years now.. I just wished at 16 youre not such an INNOCENT and PURE lil thing, so that the 21 old you wouldnt suffer meeting&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; expectations. Well, those arent reallie my words, but reallie, at 16, your mind and memory is practically all rainbows and roses. So do treasure it. Oh and, please, wash, tone n mosturise your face EVERYDAY. and stop the coke intake, please. or at least, apply those whitening teeth agents ttz been piling on your closet. Coz reallie, itz not gonna be applied itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are gonna be a blast. You're gonna be able to drive soon! MWAHAHA, spoiler alert. You're gonna cry during tt practical test coz the special sumone kids on not waiting on you. hahaha... and he's not gonna forget about that too. :) do take the bike liscence, dun mind wad anyone says. just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, hahaha, at 21 you still cant spell liscence.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: hope this lil pic here makes you smile that secret smile. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S_lcDIuiVSI/AAAAAAAADUc/eYqw7Sh6VDY/s1600/28918_392883654581_576839581_4085526_519196_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S_lcDIuiVSI/AAAAAAAADUc/eYqw7Sh6VDY/s400/28918_392883654581_576839581_4085526_519196_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474508030997583138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your evil and rotten 21. &lt;/span&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/8729626847955909878-5115250837312362116?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5115250837312362116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-ika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5115250837312362116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5115250837312362116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-ika.html' title='Dear Ika'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S_lcDIuiVSI/AAAAAAAADUc/eYqw7Sh6VDY/s72-c/28918_392883654581_576839581_4085526_519196_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3191547334658733706</id><published>2010-05-15T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:25:12.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chanteqq</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S-6SObFuwDI/AAAAAAAADUU/h1y7g3l87j4/s1600/sexy_body_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S-6SObFuwDI/AAAAAAAADUU/h1y7g3l87j4/s400/sexy_body_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471471373789347890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now me body aching, i feel like my body;s made up of chunks and chunks of stones all lumped together in one sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the bf in an hours times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmwacks!&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/8729626847955909878-3191547334658733706?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3191547334658733706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/chanteqq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3191547334658733706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3191547334658733706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/chanteqq.html' title='chanteqq'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S-6SObFuwDI/AAAAAAAADUU/h1y7g3l87j4/s72-c/sexy_body_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8997921489623868710</id><published>2010-05-04T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:09:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>namelss friend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, good news. Somebody called me saying that a friend of mine recommended me to him and says tt i was looking for a job. Whee! He called me at 4plus, but i was ngah mandi so when i called him back, then when he told me that and i asked him wads the name of my fren, he cant recall. So, to whomever my fren is! THANK YOU!!! a small lil voice tell me itz q? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she pnah work at Watson's. the place tt's offering me.. i think i wanna take. Coz reallie, i can reallie use the money. Summore weekly pay. Wheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onlie prob is which outlet! HAHAHAHAHAHA. Jurong have bout 4 outlets i think. Heh, mcm nk amek yg paleng dkat nie! Hehehehe, i think i shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) thank u FRIEND!&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/8729626847955909878-8997921489623868710?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8997921489623868710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/namelss-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8997921489623868710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8997921489623868710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/namelss-friend.html' title='namelss friend :)'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5808294137518256533</id><published>2010-05-02T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:46:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when i stumble, ure there to break my fall... THANK YOU.</title><content type='html'>happie sunshiney sunday ppl!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me just back from mc, had breakfast alone after the bf headed down for work. Yeap, on a sunday, full day summore, til mlm... =( cian him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, im hoping for a date with him this saturday. A proper date. Itz been so long! hope he'll not be working/at least not on duty for this sat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to d gym ah todae... Go for a run.. The adrenaline rush is so addictive n best. Wheehee. Should i shld i? but if janji lin cant backout alrdy, but i thnk the gym's gonna be full.. Decision decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my honeymunchieekynnz.. Very very much. i'll be even more protective of u now. At least of ur heart. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak pepatah melayu, bagai menamping minyak yang panas! Ceyyyy!!!! Hahahahahahahhahahaaha KENTALNYERR ASSYADIKA!!! cikgu erna would be so proud of me. Lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5808294137518256533?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5808294137518256533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-when-i-stumble-ure-there-to-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5808294137518256533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5808294137518256533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-when-i-stumble-ure-there-to-break.html' title='and when i stumble, ure there to break my fall... THANK YOU.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3528320344290126297</id><published>2010-04-30T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:08:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of life, relationships and friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If ever I have a baby one day, Im hoping and praying it will be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; coz I dun want it to go thru the sufferings I have went thru as a female. There are many and countless numbers of double standards and I dun want my child to be in any pain in any ways. I have so far lived my life the way a grl should, u noe the usuals, tau jage diri n all and im not complaining -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yet&lt;/span&gt;. Those, i believe, are essentials for any human being be it male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think, there's boundaries in everythynk, exceptions in every rule? I envy those grls that enjoy life to the fullest and  still noe now to jage maruah diri and everythynk. I reallie do. Because, at least they have the choice to be living in the way they want to. Free in spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure how ppl catergorise me either. Neither do myself. Im just a lone individual. I feel bad when I do things that I shouldnt (or tt my parents disapprove) and I cant bring myself to do thngs tt my parents just dun approve of. So i dun. And having ppl mock and laugh at me for these things that i din do, are part of the things tt i consider, a quiet long pinch inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not affect me, but after a while, a bruise forms. And it gets a sharp pain now and then when sumthynk knocks on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, the guys are basically seen as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getaway&lt;/span&gt; for everythynk. They can get a away with anythynk and everythynk. They will love the ladies their heart hold and keep them ladies close to them. but once the love is gone, they are able to completely leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fight when meeting acquaintance, but they'll turn to lifetime frenz to whomever they fight on their ferst meeting. They smoke, drink, club, pop the pills, slp around etc2, but in the end, if they are back to their partners, itz ok, coz grls, being grls &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and im declaring, not all grls) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;settle for tt. They think, hey at least at the end of the day, he's thinking bout ME. The others are just some fun. Reverse it and u get a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my life is free of all these nonsense, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;. at the end of the day, no matter how i fight battles in my head everyday, re-logic everythynk in my head from different perspective, i always end up with the wrong perspective, the wrong answer. I'll be the kasar and the biadap, not understanding piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is, the WHOLE point.&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of me thinking, wad is my purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sad fact, to have laughters booming around you, joining in.. sumtimes being a part of it, sumtimes being the cause of it, sumtimes, just being the joke of everythynk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; i am truly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;sick and tired&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the guys in skool commenting on my boobs. or pinching or slamming thier hands on my back. seriouslie, the joke wears off. SERIOUSLIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, yeah, sad to have shared laughters and yet solidarity when it comes to cries and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the whole point;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes, i get so lonely, i make-believe an imaginary friend. Sumtimes, an imaginary hero. It varies, but one thing is certain. the face is always the same. I cry and pour my hearts out to him. Sumtimes, i make-believe hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S9rq-aFql6I/AAAAAAAADUM/yNWrvi2q-3o/s1600/411486408_4df0f32dfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S9rq-aFql6I/AAAAAAAADUM/yNWrvi2q-3o/s400/411486408_4df0f32dfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465939455643391906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's right.&lt;br /&gt;Im just a 14 yr old in a 21 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;It's just, i feel so confined in my mind, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so, so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebbe the whole thing of doing and making rights are finally catching up with me, damaging my strength that ive long built up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im real scared, of losing just about eveythynk familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what im tryna say is, im guilty of trying to please the ones i love, but it will never be enough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Im always sumthynk missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dun now how lucky they are when they can go out of the house without the feeling of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;They dun noe how lucky they are when they can thoroughly enjoy their night without worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dying, always living in guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt when im driving the car.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt when i head out.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt when I hafter lie who im with, since i only have one person in my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt when I retaliate back for making me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guilt is eating me out.&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/8729626847955909878-3528320344290126297?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3528320344290126297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-life-relationships-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3528320344290126297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3528320344290126297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-life-relationships-and-friends.html' title='of life, relationships and friends.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S9rq-aFql6I/AAAAAAAADUM/yNWrvi2q-3o/s72-c/411486408_4df0f32dfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-998171955634010374</id><published>2010-04-21T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:02:52.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out goes assyadika..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like a misfit now. I miss my hun. &lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel.. Currently, i feel old.. I feel like an outcast. a child misfit. And sorely like a boring person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life, agaen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways... &lt;br /&gt;Weird set of lecturers this sem. Came to lecture and found out from d grls tt the lect was talking bout porn during the ferst few mins of lect. (i was late so din hear nethynk) apparently, he(the lect) loves watching porn. like wad?? Wads the info for.. Lol. And in d middle of his lect, he showed us cool ad vids.. Then continued back lesson. I thot tt was his way of ending his lecture&lt;br /&gt; Haha.. Weird but at least he's no bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another one. This time lecturer all guys. (gd! Females can be toot most times) anyway, this other lect, hardcore sarcasm king. and he picks on my name! Hmpfrt so now he noe my name n tt sucks.. but he's ok too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Gd thng is all d lects r interesting with characters this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw one(must be freshie), totally jap-style. Mai was being herself, suddenly like halting and gg ''eh! I suddenly feel like im in japan!'' hahahahah.. many2 different characters nmpk back at skool.. Hm there's guy with super red nice awesome hair, mohawks r everywhere... Heels with hot pants or mini dresses.. Thick socks up to d knee, lovely babydolls, boots.. Oh, dreadlocks too, saw 3 alrdy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;i&gt;underdressed&lt;/i&gt; gg to skool. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s: edited - the top part has no link watsoever with other parts of the entry... More to lifestyle. Tt all there is to it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-998171955634010374?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/998171955634010374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-goes-assyadika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/998171955634010374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/998171955634010374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-goes-assyadika.html' title='out goes assyadika..'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7988167224679926224</id><published>2010-04-17T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:06:12.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8lOwpR-PII/AAAAAAAADUE/0R_kPMYXtuM/s1600/80983358_07db762440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8lOwpR-PII/AAAAAAAADUE/0R_kPMYXtuM/s400/80983358_07db762440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460982620785360002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent WHOLE day with the bf yest. sweet friday. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;watched my spy, vantage point.. and... other2 videos.. cooked together.. then mlm went bbdc taking train.. walked in the rain.. lolll... and then had his haircut and went jp for mua coke n curry-o fix and walked back home. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THOSE TIMES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon luvly munchieekynnz!&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/8729626847955909878-7988167224679926224?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7988167224679926224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/hold-my-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7988167224679926224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7988167224679926224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/hold-my-hands.html' title='hold my hands'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8lOwpR-PII/AAAAAAAADUE/0R_kPMYXtuM/s72-c/80983358_07db762440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2890505298268127958</id><published>2010-04-16T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:10:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>monday is back to skool. cant deny that i so drag gg back to skool, and the mind-killing journey from jurong to tamp!! 5yrs now ok.. times 4hrs per day times 365 days a year and times 5 for 5 yrs! How many hours wasted is that?? Actuallie, haha scratch that. How many hours of &lt;i&gt;sleep&lt;/i&gt; is tt. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds no skool, and thuts is just 1 hr of lecture. Heh heh. Friday full day, 8-1, tuesday 12-4 and monday... I cant rmbr.. 10-12 and then 3-5.. 3hrs of break.. but hey, im thankful! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make use of tomr to the fullest. Todae, nothynk much, met the bf, teman him go x-ray, go balestier do his vintage from tahun 1980's nyer helmet (lol), got stuck at shell coz of heavy downpour + lightning (eeks).. Oh! We were stuck at bugger long road bukit timah and jam rabak, and raining. Pastu this moto pat depan keep wobbling and itz effynk funny if u observe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcm ngah joget sndrik, ah! Like the coke ad!! Hahahahahahahahhaha!!!!! ferst i grin, then i smile then i cant help bursting into fit of laughter!!! All while the bf was ngah susah2 selit2 in btwn cars. Haha, klakar abez tt guy. Then ju also da laughing then few minutes ltr, this belo car hit us from the side!! Buggerdel! Naseb stakat bump! Kene pipe and just a wee bit of the side of my foot. Haha, speak of karma, babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-2890505298268127958?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2890505298268127958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2890505298268127958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2890505298268127958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2813383644466987913</id><published>2010-04-14T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:17:51.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8V5v0mqinI/AAAAAAAADT8/Zz_WgZPPfhg/s1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8V5v0mqinI/AAAAAAAADT8/Zz_WgZPPfhg/s400/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459903985738222194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take your harsh words. but u should go.&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/8729626847955909878-2813383644466987913?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2813383644466987913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/sumwhere-over-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2813383644466987913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2813383644466987913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/sumwhere-over-rainbow.html' title=''/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8V5v0mqinI/AAAAAAAADT8/Zz_WgZPPfhg/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3853927584390136340</id><published>2010-04-14T00:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:19:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya allah ya tuhanku, &lt;br /&gt;kabulkanla doaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u mean &lt;i&gt;sumthynk&lt;/i&gt; to a person, but that person means &lt;i&gt;everythynk&lt;/i&gt; and the world to u.. is it wise? Or do u wait for a person who will take u to mean everythynk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, why then am i always trying to run away from it? the only reason i noe is coz he's perfect in my eyes.. but he's loved by just an imperfect person. Ive loadsa imperfections, flaws.. He has it too, but to me, he's like the perfect desire i couldnt fully own.. He has got this amazing eyes n nose n the most beautiful mouth ever, i realise that im not in his league. Too many sniggers and doubts have been thrown to me by ''friends'' but i never ever voice nor took any heed to them. I do embrace all my imperfections and took in my stride, why then could he not accept as for how i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in the saying, there's always some truth in 'just kidding'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as years go by, i pray, for the right path.. If he reallie is for me, then i pray to have bliss happiness in me. A silent stable peace in me whenever im with him. That was verily wad i felt.. Years ago.. I was truly, i swear, happiness just came like that. i felt like ive been given on silver platter sumthynk i couldnt even bring myself to dream of.. Wad else, belonging it.. But he's not an object. He's a real person. just came back knocking at my heart's door just presenting himself like we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the prayers've changed... And why do i have a feeling sumthynk is nudging me the other way..  It felt like all those were lightyears years ago.. It felt like i wrote on crisp dry rusting papers.. Those beautiful years. All im left with now, is him minus the angel. He's still brilliant, but only at times when things are well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i enjoy the rain, drenching my clothes and jumping and laughing in the rain like ive got no care in the world with him? I couldnt see that nemore. i used to trace his face side profile while he's at rest, but now i realise i dun do that nemore. Itz true what they say, shower ur loved ones with good words.. It can kill sumone. Mebbe we're both murderers in our own bliss. We got too blinded by the light we fought and slay each other to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have these tears from me. But of coz, theyre worthless. uve seen to much of them. But mebbe, i just wish i could have a lil of urs to noe i mean at least sumthynk to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;''tertutup sudah pintu&lt;br /&gt;Pintu hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Yang pernah dibuka waktu hanya untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Kini kau pergi dari hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Ku harus relakanmu walau aku tak mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjuta warna pelangi di dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;Sejenak luluh bergeming&lt;br /&gt;menjauh pergi &lt;br /&gt;Tak ada lagi cahaya suci&lt;br /&gt;Semua nada beranjak&lt;br /&gt;Aku terdiam sepi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dengarla matahariku&lt;br /&gt;Suara tangisanku&lt;br /&gt;Kubersedih kerna panah cinta &lt;br /&gt;Menusuk jantungku&lt;br /&gt;ucapkan matahariku&lt;br /&gt;puisi tentang hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Tentang ku yang tk mampu menaklukan waktu&lt;/b&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love begged is tragic. But i shall stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3853927584390136340?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3853927584390136340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/ya-allah-ya-tuhanku-kabulkanla-doaku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3853927584390136340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3853927584390136340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/ya-allah-ya-tuhanku-kabulkanla-doaku.html' title=''/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2246372328667265615</id><published>2010-04-10T18:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:24:50.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shrinking world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bf out of town. come meet my luvlie scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8BfRcY55yI/AAAAAAAADTs/wcqlxhxtgK8/s1600/joime+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8BfRcY55yI/AAAAAAAADTs/wcqlxhxtgK8/s400/joime+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458467501656106786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8BfR-IhufI/AAAAAAAADT0/3qXgA58ACG0/s1600/joime2+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;closer...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8BfR-IhufI/AAAAAAAADT0/3qXgA58ACG0/s1600/joime2+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8BfR-IhufI/AAAAAAAADT0/3qXgA58ACG0/s400/joime2+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458467510714218994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) yes, she's genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great lips. great hair. luvlie eyebrow dun u think?&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Saturday! Not going out coz no. 1 bo lui, no. 2, i just dun feel like going out!&lt;br /&gt;idk y i get excited on that tho. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Bay Sands called!! Woohoo!! this morn! while i was still asleep, so i kinda said a groggy hello but he was all sweet about it, asking me how am i and all.. lol... So i din wanna waste his time and all saying i reallie want the job and all, just told him tt i was looking for part time and he said itz a waste, coz they onlie took fulltime. Fulltime babysitter saper eh nak. haha.. dang, sounds like fun tho. if PART TIME. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLIE WANT A JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*ok even i myself i was reading tt one, keep in mind tt i was the one writing all thse down, and i hadter scan thru twice the 'tyvm'. thinking wad tt was. lolllll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actuallie kn, i hate all these acronyms. why? coz i DUN UNDERSTAND THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceptable:&lt;br /&gt;- LOL&lt;br /&gt;- FAQ&lt;br /&gt;- IDK&lt;br /&gt;- WTH&lt;br /&gt;- BRB&lt;br /&gt;- AFK&lt;br /&gt;- ASAP&lt;br /&gt;- BTW&lt;br /&gt;- AKA&lt;br /&gt;- FYI&lt;br /&gt;- TTYL&lt;br /&gt;- JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;un&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;acceptable&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- CWYL&lt;br /&gt;do YOU noe wad tt is meant to be??  see? once u hafter THINK, means it's a no-goer.&lt;br /&gt;tt means chat with ya ltr btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BOC&lt;br /&gt;but of course.&lt;br /&gt;(confuse me with because)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FITB&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blank? tt's suppose to be an instruction. *roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GMTA&lt;br /&gt;great minds think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- KMA&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i think this is cool tho. like u ask tt person to kiss ur ass, and the other person will be like wads KMA? so all the dumb-er he/she will feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PEST&lt;br /&gt;pls excuse slow typing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HAND?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha, i cant stop laughing at this when i found out. HAND.&lt;br /&gt;i was wads with HAND? as in hands??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhaahahha, itz HAVE A NICE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;this is another i hate to use. haha seriouslie. how do u even pronouce tt.&lt;br /&gt;rotfl, rotfl.. hahaha, like u wanna spit but midway u got ur tongue twisted. so it came out rotfl.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&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/8729626847955909878-2246372328667265615?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2246372328667265615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/shrinking-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2246372328667265615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2246372328667265615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/shrinking-world.html' title='shrinking world'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S8BfRcY55yI/AAAAAAAADTs/wcqlxhxtgK8/s72-c/joime+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7850877599380154975</id><published>2010-04-09T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:08:16.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bo lui alrdy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sumtimes i feel like im losing it. =(( how ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, todae, me (helped) bathe Kinky and Kankee. Actuallie, i did wash them. Teehee, shower them and sabon kn them. Best!!! But they keep running away... hahah... But the best thing and satisfaction was when kinky snuggled up on my lap. Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sidenote, i wish i get the part time babysitter job. Lol, its not reallie babysitting. Itz like a place where parents leave their kids, (actually at IR) haha.. So while the parents gamble their nite away, they leave their kids at this place and i hope to get it! Sounds fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S780jFkoI8I/AAAAAAAADTk/KGS9axzxDBs/s1600/Lolla%28480%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S780jFkoI8I/AAAAAAAADTk/KGS9axzxDBs/s400/Lolla%28480%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458139050792199106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"youre the only one I ever want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i only wanna make it good&lt;/span&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/8729626847955909878-7850877599380154975?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7850877599380154975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/bo-lui-alrdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7850877599380154975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7850877599380154975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/bo-lui-alrdy.html' title='bo lui alrdy!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S780jFkoI8I/AAAAAAAADTk/KGS9axzxDBs/s72-c/Lolla%28480%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5951646658389459478</id><published>2010-04-08T04:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T05:00:56.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one about the CHIKENNN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time check is 4.40... im not in the least sleepy at all. Went for class chalet just now. Was awesome. I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT guess wad. I FORGOT THE CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to prepare the chicken for bbq, and suddenly lin called me said they were on their way here. and i FORGOT totally bout the chalet. plus if ive had rmbrd, i thot the bbq was done on the 2nd day. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we hadter make our way to the bbqtore at eunos. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were so effynk pissed with me. hahaha... my bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I cant stay long tho at the chalet, but heh, great enuf Wen Kai fetched moi and biler alek, meh honeymunchieekynnz amek. But I always leave when the fun is just about to start. Ah.. story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent at darlyn's. He's such a sweetheart. On for me a movie to watch, while he vaccuum and mop and doing other housechores. And then frying DELICIOUS chicken nuggets (or sumthynk like tt, it was like chicken nugget BALLS fritter!) effynk nice! Alar.. wadever he cook/fry or anythynk will always taste extra nice la.. hahahha.. and me made chocolate banana spilt. Ooozing choc hersheys... yummmies... and he extra pamper me tt day. teehee... then ltakkan ubat at my foot all.. i love u la cen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like cycling... tomr? i doubt so.. prolly sunday?? teeheeee.. nak ajak sapeeee ehhh.... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out: 1.25, 1.37, 1.57. HOTNESS.&lt;br /&gt;why are botak guys soooo effynk HAWT?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRjKmjgRd8k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRjKmjgRd8k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8729626847955909878-5951646658389459478?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5951646658389459478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-about-chikennn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5951646658389459478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5951646658389459478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-about-chikennn.html' title='the one about the CHIKENNN!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4085644428443227699</id><published>2010-03-22T18:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:42:57.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztojSh3BI/AAAAAAAADS8/-qffSTnSgoQ/s1600/Lolla%28419%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztojSh3BI/AAAAAAAADS8/-qffSTnSgoQ/s400/Lolla%28419%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457498129389706258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztoGoHQMI/AAAAAAAADS0/6dlM6savh4A/s1600/Lolla%28409%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztoGoHQMI/AAAAAAAADS0/6dlM6savh4A/s400/Lolla%28409%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457498121695609026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;moi just came back from rollerblading with d bf. met pagi, had mc lunch and skate3! Hehe, but his rollerblades fell apart one by one as we blade thru. Hahahahaha, last2 tinggal nie. (i'll insert pic ltr, heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztp_GyvKI/AAAAAAAADTM/f96LNY_EezI/s1600/Lolla%28430%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztp_GyvKI/AAAAAAAADTM/f96LNY_EezI/s400/Lolla%28430%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457498154036542626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztpGB-MvI/AAAAAAAADTE/yBHki67G_mI/s1600/Lolla%28428%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztpGB-MvI/AAAAAAAADTE/yBHki67G_mI/s400/Lolla%28428%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457498138715501298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztqTIMxoI/AAAAAAAADTU/FFpKOOFu2Z4/s1600/Lolla%28434%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztqTIMxoI/AAAAAAAADTU/FFpKOOFu2Z4/s400/Lolla%28434%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457498159411152514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ate agaen at banquet. Yum, now i just wanna snuggle myself in bed. Feel of the sun's still in my skin, then had a gd scrub n here i am in bed! Wheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could fly, so tt my wings can take me anywhere i wanna be. =)) and oh of course, the&lt;b&gt; freedom&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naptime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-4085644428443227699?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4085644428443227699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/fly-me-to-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4085644428443227699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4085644428443227699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='fly me to the moon'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S7ztojSh3BI/AAAAAAAADS8/-qffSTnSgoQ/s72-c/Lolla%28419%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1387034714658475613</id><published>2010-03-15T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:37:13.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to langkawi</title><content type='html'>ok quick one before i hit the sack. Actuallie, im alrdy AT the ''sack''. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadayada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, met nana n maidi (i accidentally typed madidi n literally terlaughed out loud jap haha) n the bf and also one of their fren, faiz. mkn den watched alice. For d second time tadah! Haha.. Hun slept thru it. One day wanna ajak nana go ice skating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2more hrs before i hadter get up and siap2... Superb early. things i wanna do there: snorkel, jetski, maybe parasailing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha, dream on. no money no talk la mat. &lt;br /&gt;pout.&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-1387034714658475613?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1387034714658475613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-to-langkawi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1387034714658475613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1387034714658475613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-to-langkawi.html' title='off to langkawi'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1238645026409799888</id><published>2010-03-14T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:03:27.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pizzeria talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5yW8KO8SCI/AAAAAAAADSs/-RM3jl9ogDA/s1600-h/sarpinos-pizza-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5yW8KO8SCI/AAAAAAAADSs/-RM3jl9ogDA/s400/sarpinos-pizza-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448395609494800418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! coz of fadhil's pizza pic, me craviinnn for pizza.. so instead of Domino's (which dorang tk antar at Jurong) so we ordered Sarpino's instead. yummie, pizza hut da tk sdap alrdy. Dough always tk masak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomr gg Langkawi, and we're suppsed to be back here by Thursday morn, but AirAsia suke2 hati dier cancel flight on tt day (after so many re-timings and cancel and re-ader) and changed to Friday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENANG2 HATI DIER, DIER TUKAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days at Langkawi nk buat aper eh?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/8729626847955909878-1238645026409799888?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1238645026409799888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/pizzeria-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1238645026409799888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1238645026409799888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/pizzeria-talk.html' title='pizzeria talk'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5yW8KO8SCI/AAAAAAAADSs/-RM3jl9ogDA/s72-c/sarpinos-pizza-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1119944962808144092</id><published>2010-03-13T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:27:27.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungree hungree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5tktcnspsI/AAAAAAAADSc/f0vfSwl5e5c/s1600-h/dfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5tktcnspsI/AAAAAAAADSc/f0vfSwl5e5c/s400/dfb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448058906174334658" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my hair. messy kn! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wetty wetyy saturday! but itz ok =))&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like going out pon. coz tonite! we dine in hell! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the bf for &lt;s&gt;breakfast&lt;/s&gt; brunch tdk. ate at aiman cafe, wanted to have thosai pastuuuu, tkder plak. boryn~ one day shall drag him to AB to have my tosey fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5tma5QLQXI/AAAAAAAADSk/L4XSr8BfTzs/s1600-h/Lolla(307).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5tma5QLQXI/AAAAAAAADSk/L4XSr8BfTzs/s400/Lolla(307).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448060786466046322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this at the kitchen. mcCafe nyer choc muffin but i added hershey's choc. i dun reallie like mcCafe's food n drinks eh seriouslie. itz not nice. The drinks r still ok, but the food... nope2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahdiee buying for me kwae teow hong kong. why am i talking food language all the way? but still, neways, glam it up sket, im having chinese n in-house movie tonight. WAHAHAHAHAA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;chinese!&lt;/i&gt; but btol wad. ttz wad book authors love to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan lebeh &lt;i&gt;KOOOL&lt;/i&gt;... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8729626847955909878-1119944962808144092?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1119944962808144092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/hungree-hungree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1119944962808144092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1119944962808144092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/hungree-hungree.html' title='hungree hungree'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/S5tktcnspsI/AAAAAAAADSc/f0vfSwl5e5c/s72-c/dfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7169760734655019275</id><published>2010-03-13T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:30:38.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday nite gone so soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;plan todae was just chill n prolly get bnj yummie icecream, BUT d bf fell hungry so instead we had bk at ochardcentral. Mwahaha, call me kental but tt was my ferst time jln2 inside tt new building. Kool kan, lift everywhere. Glassy2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U would pray ure not inside or anywhere near tt building should an earthquake attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, no puh-lan, we just chill at esplanade, and lucky us, mosaic festival was on. =)) i thnk he just managed to make my heart leap, after sooo long. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Simple gesture kannn, but still! I was sitting on the tmpt ddk(duh?? Haha) and just took off my heels to ltak plaster, and the place i was sitting on was high. So then he just took over my hands and tampalkan the plasters at my toe. and as he was doing tt, i just looked down at his head and felt INTENSE gushing love towards him. Hehe... But just senyum sndrik je laaa.... Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neways, we spent the rest of our nite kat situ just talkin'. =) itz days like this i feel ur warmth agaen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so let's see... Mondae, we had pastamania n karaoke.. Wednesday, we went his kdai moto n had sakura n kepale kaler ape(kakakaka, inside joke), and todae fri we had bk and chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Productive week, i shall say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nite! Time to dream. but pls, not the eerie dream agaen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did i mention? The dream ive been having&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? Yg at this one setting/location, hybrid of theme park hotel n hospital. Plus the scarie granny. Neways, after a long while, i dreamt of it agaen. But this time however, i din go to the corrdor tt leads to the door where d granny's sitting inside n tt leads to d basement maze staircase. *sharp inhale!! whoa.. Long sentence, haha* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead!! Guess who's there?? None other than mr. Juraimi bin jumat. Wonder why he's there... Sesat ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ttz no place to be. Scarie eerie place. =s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tonite, i shall not forget to say my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-7169760734655019275?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7169760734655019275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-nite-gone-so-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7169760734655019275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7169760734655019275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-nite-gone-so-soon.html' title='friday nite gone so soon.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5079293191854494119</id><published>2010-03-12T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:57:06.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scraped out my nail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah, itz so da berzaman since i last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;blogged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; logged in that i even forgot the password! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Should i head out todae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theredshoeisallimthinkingof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job oh job, where r u?&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/8729626847955909878-5079293191854494119?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5079293191854494119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/scraped-out-my-nail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5079293191854494119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5079293191854494119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/scraped-out-my-nail.html' title='scraped out my nail.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5408698283113663675</id><published>2010-01-26T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:23:39.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boys dun cryyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;hello me! im playing with the big boys now. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Sample project accepted and now im awaiting my VERY IMPORTANT as stated by A***. ;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Suhcared but very very excited. The presentation went well I guess. Well, scratch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; but i thnk it was ok. Considering he din frown nor got moody. Whee! And my voice din shake like the ferst time! HAHAHAHAHA.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Well, ok, I have EXACTLY 1 mnth to deliver. Minus this week, so i have 4 weeks to give him wad he wants provided I now the task BY THIS WEEK.  He sorta explain what I hadter do, so it was ok. Minus the fact of the TV functions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;=)) I had a well day todae. And mlm meeting the grls ltr. Yeah3! Let's make it a swelling day by tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Throat's not getting any better, did i say i vomitted yesterdae? I tell u, Im the type pf person who DOESNT vomit. Not that i dun or wad, I dunno how to. MWAHAHAHA... The other night, went out with ju so while walking to the bike, I almost vomitted by the side of the road. The sound is gross. Almost had it out. =S details are spared ok? Neways, I vomitted yest, and the after taste in ur mouth is just HORRIBLE. Lucky I always have my toohbrush&amp;amp;toothpaste / my Listerine. Wonder how some ppl just vomit n vomit pastu walk away like nothynk happened. Arent they bothered by the TASTE of their mouth???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Newaes, enuf bout vomits. Khakha, wad a topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Did i alrdy say bout resolutions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;So let's see how im doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;put back things where i took them from-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;NOT DOING TOO GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;2) DO NOT use money before getting them (superb bad) -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;GD, but needs improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;3) Learn the guitar, QUICK and proper. duh. full song!!! -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;NO TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;4) Bike lisence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 1pt; text-transform: lowercase; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; (strike that) -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;gosh, i just might. I need a job ferst tho. Itz sooo easy once u have transport alrdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;5) Push myself harder.-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;6) socialise more. -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;will u please STOP? socialising is so NOT me, currently. but tonight's gonna be a gd night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;7)  eat healthier. -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;let's see.. drink check - orang juice with pulp (GD), food check? JCo Donut, uh.. okla... *thumbs up!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;8)  Read more intellectual books. -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;yahoo news?! And pls, Haiti is at Carribbean Sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;9) SWITCH OFF ELECTRICALS WHEN NOT IN USE. SAVE THE EARTH!! -&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; I SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, GOOD JOB IKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5408698283113663675?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5408698283113663675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-boys-dun-cryyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5408698283113663675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5408698283113663675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-boys-dun-cryyyyyy.html' title='Big Boys dun cryyyyyy'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4686858246291974209</id><published>2010-01-11T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:21:04.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of guys being colleagues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I realise,  that words and thoughts just flow inside my mind like fruitful juices once my feet steps inside the toilet. So, on my 5th visit to d loos, one more or less significant thought hit me. Itz actuallie great working with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz #1: They dun take it personally if u dun smile at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*not that i DUN SMILE, but sumtimes, u noe.. ppl forget to reciprocate or sumthynk like tt. Or mebbe, reallie, u dun realise it. Seriouslie. Grls take things the hard way. *roll eyes* yeah, im a grl too, but i dun bother bout ppl with stuffs like tt. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great huh? Lol. If youre working with grls/ladies or wad, confirm the whole office is busy networking on their comp with each other passing bitchy notes like saying im haughty or arrogant or wad nots. The up factor of working with men. Coz reallie, i cant be bothered to make friendlies here. Not that i am arrogant or wad, coz i noe i alrdy suck here, wad with my attendance and all, the least i want is for them to ask me wads up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aneways, one guy did. He's always the one ready with a smile when i walk in. So one day, after lunch, I was heading back to the office when he said hi. He was behind me, so i din realise him. Aneways, i returned the smile n said my hi too, then he paused to throw sumthynk while i was still walking. So i kinda slowed my pace, but his rubbish fell off the bin, so should i continue or should i wait for him since he alrdy said hi and itz onlie polite. In the end, i acknowledged him and walked off, kinda awkwardly too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;See? I suck at this being friendly stuff. Im just more comfortable being by myself at certain places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I rmbred, me waiting outside the pantry, coz there's this VERY VERY frenly guy inside. HAHAHAHAHAHA... pretended to be reading those pamphlets they pasted on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So more or less, my thought. Im kinda seeing more n more of the good sides of being here as the attachment is drawing to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Pls, dun have me repeat this sem. That's the MOST IMPORTANT of all things right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-4686858246291974209?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4686858246291974209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-guys-being-colleagues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4686858246291974209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4686858246291974209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-guys-being-colleagues.html' title='of guys being colleagues.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-129856766248096334</id><published>2009-12-31T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:54:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am. On my bed, thinkin' bout stuffs. A lot, bout the fam. the future is scarie to think about.. Haiz.. Im scared, too. Very. And everytime, when i look.. Tears nvr fail to fill my eyes.. Anger all will magically dissapear, and love will grow overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet on the other hand, when i cant get wad i want, i feel like i cant be like all the others out there.. Going where they want at wadever time they want to. Nt like i dun thnk of the importance of it at d end of the day, and itz all for my own good, but at times, it gets about a wee too much for me to reason it out with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe im not a kid anymore, and i shld noe all these, but.. *sigh* i guess, i cant explain it down to word forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, ttz the least of the prob compared to the whole bigger picture... When i think bout d future, my heart just turn cold with fear and i cant help the tears tt run down my cheeks.. I hope, and i pray everyday, that we'll be ok. And that, me n my sibs will be anak yg soleh dan solehah.. &lt;i&gt;Amin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aneways, hope 2010 will be a gd fresh new year. And skool will stop being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;please, hear my prayers for the fam..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-129856766248096334?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/129856766248096334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/ponders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/129856766248096334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/129856766248096334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/ponders.html' title='ponders...'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1884146555113253424</id><published>2009-12-29T02:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:59:37.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, itz 2am, and i noe im suppose to sleep, but insomnia wins. Tomr, FINALLY! Another appointment for my locked jaws. So hopefully tomr i get a silent and smooth moving jaw. like a normal person's. :)) And the bf's gonna send me, whee. Then go catch Alvin n d chipmunk? Coz just now, we went to fetch my hp from the nokia service store, and after tt nak go tgk tt movie, but itz full house everywhere. On a MONDAY. Lotsa tourists i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics here n there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj-6qTKKfI/AAAAAAAADR8/W9kWay4Cb90/s400/CIMG1727ab.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420362435280906738" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj_vYufD-I/AAAAAAAADSE/KQI-sAmbQ0Q/s400/CIMG1769a.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363341096751074" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj_wJslKSI/AAAAAAAADSU/FExA1ukKbtc/s400/CIMG1837a.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363354242099490" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj_vy49lYI/AAAAAAAADSM/Uv7J5tUKgls/s400/CIMG1777a.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363348120016258" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj70bvFeVI/AAAAAAAADQ0/Nfv28oxxhaA/s400/CIMG1890a.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359029757409618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj71Wx8uAI/AAAAAAAADRE/n08nJtacLSw/s400/CIMG1886a.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359045607110658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj70yD5fsI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Jryd3-YSF3Y/s400/CIMG1806a.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359035750284994" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj8sudR-dI/AAAAAAAADRM/Go2pdT5UfjI/s400/21962_221163309581_576839581_3093073_2352953_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359996855679442" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj8tAnTWaI/AAAAAAAADRc/BnnbBwYevlc/s400/21962_221166714581_576839581_3093088_3376419_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420360001729550754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj9VEz51TI/AAAAAAAADR0/Un0fCKGfCL8/s400/21962_221163274581_576839581_3093071_958718_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420360690050913586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj8thqNrFI/AAAAAAAADRk/DTIFUbE6d64/s400/21962_221167834581_576839581_3093091_5095087_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420360010600131666" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj8tiRBORI/AAAAAAAADRs/iFUca1ABcj8/s400/21962_221168294581_576839581_3093099_7956005_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420360010762893586" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj8s5MtcUI/AAAAAAAADRU/JrJdE-O8IX4/s400/21962_221163329581_576839581_3093075_249739_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359999738966338" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, many2 things've happened since i last blogged? And, guess, since itz the end of year, i wanna blog and review of of the things which happened this yr. Or past events.. This or that, either or. Give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, well... let's see. All that's going thru my mind these past few days' that im very much thankful for the presence of my bf in my life. I mean, of coz certain things, or rather, many things i do says otherwise, but eventuallie, or deep in my heart, im always thankful for having him beside me. What i can see right now is that, he can change within a snap if i said like.. i rather u do it like this or like that. He'll just cater to me and heed the change. And doing it genuinely. That's once thing i'll forever appreciate. And i noe all he does, is for the better, for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz not easy or simple as ive thought to finding sumone who has sumthynk in them that u can call home. One quote thatz been frequenting my mind nowadays is sumthynk like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, you can nvr find perfect love but u can always build a perfect love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; Makes sense?? It does to me. A lot. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess kn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;itz my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, i dun wanna say itz MY turn, coz i fear history might repeat itself. Take its toll on me, unappreciated, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; i do believe, it takes two to give n take. BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, and i hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, to take care of him from now and forward. My high hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; resolution (a tad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, but one can try, lol) is to nvr hurt his feelings and protect him from hurt/pain from the external world too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;so let's get to more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; important-stuff-too stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;- put back things where i took them from&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: waste time, waste energy, plus it always gets me worked up and frustrated for such stupid reason!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;- DO NOT use money before getting them (superb bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn the guitar, QUICK and proper. duh. full song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bike lisence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (strike that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Push myself harder.&lt;br /&gt;seriouslie, i NEED this to the verge of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;desperation need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;. WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Be motivated. Think BIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; So that when ure thinking of the bigger pic, getting up n the morning is peanuts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; rmbr?? I even borrow books on getting motivated ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- socialise more.&lt;br /&gt;kinda hard. im kinda such a bipolar person, i can be so frenly and go getter one minute, but the next, if the same person i get along so well with wanna hang out / meet / just chill, i back away. itz like a cycle. dun ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eat healthier.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that means, LOSE WEIGHT. places to focus: tummy, face, thigh. And please, tone the arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Read more intellectual books.&lt;br /&gt;haha, like what eh? Business economics today? EWWWWWWWWWWW. World issues? NO WAY. Maybe, more about 3rd world country. Yeap. Being ignorant is not cool, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SWITCH OFF ELECTRICALS WHEN NOT IN USE. SAVE THE EARTH!!&lt;br /&gt;(i can just leave the fan + laptop using charger + hp charger without hp attached on the whole day, but im not using them. gotta change that. MUST change that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hm, there's more la, but, im kinda sleepy alrdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Wish me luck on these and also for tomr. They're gonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;manually align&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; my jaw. Scariee merries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8729626847955909878-1884146555113253424?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1884146555113253424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1884146555113253424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1884146555113253424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-list.html' title='2010 list'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Szj-6qTKKfI/AAAAAAAADR8/W9kWay4Cb90/s72-c/CIMG1727ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-628911624315934660</id><published>2009-12-10T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:47:06.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;MY LIFE IS A JOKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seriouslie, itz a joke. I take A, B is the right one. I take B, A is the right one.&lt;br /&gt;Itz such a mock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8729626847955909878-628911624315934660?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/628911624315934660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/628911624315934660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/628911624315934660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/joke.html' title='joke.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-9140167037874860623</id><published>2009-12-10T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:42:37.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left or right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olla.. Am at skool library right now, just finished "discussion" with Kumbar and Kwan, wahsey, talking to them can make me reallie pissed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aneways, i thnk this crossroad has come to an end, a chance/opportunity came and passed and i hope, i pray and i wish, that the decision made is a right one. Even tho i noe itz not, itz sumthynk i chose to choose. Many many times i asked myself why, but the answer within me is so scarie that i dare not voice it out. Coz itz &lt;em&gt;ridiculous&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit like instinct, there's a small voice saying that mebbe i should just take the risk. Sumtimes, some signs are given. But i dunno whether it is, or am i just &lt;em&gt;hoping&lt;/em&gt; that it is? Itz kinda surreal... Maybe im just gutless. Sticking within the &lt;s&gt;norm&lt;/s&gt; comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the thing that gets to me&lt;br /&gt;is we'll never reallie see&lt;br /&gt;and the thing that freaks me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is i'll always be in doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a lovely thing that we have&lt;br /&gt;It is a lovely thing that we have&lt;br /&gt;It is a lovely thing that we have&lt;br /&gt;The animal&lt;br /&gt;The animal&lt;br /&gt;The animal instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My instinct is telling me mixed messages? I thnk. Haha.. mebbe itz a game of test, mebbe its another distraction or mebbe itz karma or mebbe itz destination and fate and ive pushed it away.  Pushed it away, cant look back now.&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/8729626847955909878-9140167037874860623?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9140167037874860623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/left-or-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9140167037874860623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9140167037874860623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/left-or-right.html' title='left or right.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5510873056616564181</id><published>2009-12-06T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:26:04.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if onlie ure loved.</title><content type='html'>im at the corner of my room, thinking whether itz still possible tt ol' skool love still exists. The type where u love sumone so sincerely, that u dun need anythynk else, literally... Itz just enuf with ur other half and u can do anythynk, if u have just each other. I thnk ive been too ambitious to have tt work for me, but isnt a grl allowed to dream.. Of course there'll be arguments, but arguments like wall colours, socks lying on the floor... Just tt. nuthynk heavy like 3rd parties or finding out who u are... I was so and mebbe still am so blinded by so many things, and things are slwoly pulling their own blankets and leeting me dee so much now. Im feeling as tho a veil has just been raised up from my head.. And the world looks so different, almost cruel and harsh like anythynk and everythnk is a sharp slit of glass. Once upon a time when ur loved one is ur blanket of coomfort, now itz left u bared. And i just realised why ive been wearing this sweater for a whole week now... Coz it smells of him... I just realised tt.. Haha... Wad do u do when sumone isnt the person u thot he was... When the person uve oved is a person tt has ceased to exist? Itz like holding on to a hot iron... U try to hold on to it, but it gets too hot and u just hafter let go even thi u do not wnt to, coz ita so precious.. And then wad if a person uve thot itz all in ur dreams came along in reality? Do u take d risk or do u chance it away.. Mebbe after all, the thing tt uve always wanted has always been within ur graps... And the thung u thot u lve wanted, is not after all wad uve wanted. But, the saddest thing is knowing the person u truly loved dun need u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and the feelings of getting a flower... some grls experienced it during their special days, even sweeter as a normal day surprise.. I had it once, special it was, a stalk of white rose...  Once, but dear to my heart til now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a letter my grandma wrote back in 1923. Grandpa kept it in his coat but he shoqed once to me, he said boy u might nt understand but a long long time ago, granmaa's daddie din like me none, but i loved ur grandma so... We had this this crazy plan to meet and run away together. &lt;b&gt;Get married in the ferst town we came thru and live forever... &lt;/b&gt;but nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead. I found this letter, and this is wad it said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u get there before i do, dun give up on me. I'll meet u when my chores are thry, i dunno how long i'll be here, but im not gonna let u down darlyn wait and see and between now n the till i see u agn i'll be loving u. Love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read these words just before grandma passed away.. Down in the hallways of the church where m n grandpa starts to pray. I noe ive never seen him cry in all my 15 yrs,but as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u get there before i do... Dun give up on me. I'll meet u when my chores r rthru, i dunno how long i'll be here, but im not gonna let u down, darlyn wait n see and between now n then till i see u agaen i'll be lovin' u... &lt;br /&gt;Love, me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz ok when u dun get wad u asked for, u can always work for it urself...  Love is within urself, carry it with u and the world will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5510873056616564181?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5510873056616564181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-onlie-ure-loved_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5510873056616564181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5510873056616564181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-onlie-ure-loved_06.html' title='if onlie ure loved.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1207643987720516999</id><published>2009-11-18T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:00:47.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-ants day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another day at work, and i feel the NEED to blog. I HATE ANTS. today. They bother me, they're a nuisance and i dunno where they're coming from!!!! chant of the day is: KILL ALL ANTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I keep blowing them away, but they keep coming and coming........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, nvm them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thnk now, electronics are all hating me. Coz my laptop DIED/CRASHED on me. And now my hp is playing sumtimes dead sumtimes ok, sumtimes prangai slow. why ar? Wad wrong have i done to electronicssssssss... whineeeeeeeeeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thank God for julie's cuzzin. Phew. Hopefully, lappie revived next week, with photos..... pleaseeeeee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Met Nana &amp;amp; Maidi yest after so long! And me n Nana planning an outing on Dec? She thot of zoo*here comes another ant!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dammeeeeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* aneways, zoo fully booked. So another option is picninc at Botanical Garden? Cool huh? Hee, hope it happens, then imma bake brownies. ;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til the next entry. Hmwacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-1207643987720516999?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1207643987720516999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/anti-ants-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1207643987720516999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1207643987720516999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/anti-ants-day.html' title='Anti-ants day'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3454706489904310027</id><published>2009-11-09T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:54:05.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okie dokie! been a while since i last blogged and i miss it so much! Haha.. i know nobody can be bothered to enter this site nemore, coz itz been abandoned for so longgggg... hurhur, so imma just rant n rant. wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOTTTT has been going on. So much emotions and changes, i thnk my world is spinning on around me too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the attachment. Week 4 now. uhh.. 15more weeks to go i thnk. omg, itz sooo efyynk boryn. Can u imagine, sitting all day, alone at ur work station (which by the way is filthy like hell, til i bawak kaen just so i can wipe it everyday, might wanna buy a small dettol bottle. eeks, imagine ar &lt;em&gt;bulu2 kecik &lt;/em&gt;ALWAYS at the keyboard n table, where did THAT come from?! haha, fida say most prolly itz the aircon, haha... maklumla.. *racist-censored content* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to point A. yeah, sitting at ur workstation all day, without human interaction is &lt;em&gt;depressing!&lt;/em&gt; Lucky for me, Mai is with me the WHOLE day at msn. hehehe... we talk nonsense whole day long. ;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is ok, coz fida was there. haha, just now we were at the pantry, doing our coffeee and eating up most of the biscuits there, choosing candies all, then si fida tamak-on suro bukak check fridge ader ape. HAHA.. so i pulled the fridge door la, and itz ketat to the max. So with, dgn penuh smngt kekentalan tried to tarek with much more force, den cam frustrated sndrik uh coz tt thing was effynk ketat. THEN we rembred the fridge door songsang! It was the other way around!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA... naseb tu fridge tk terbalekk jatoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, i know it doesnt sound funny here, but when ure at my kinda situation, wad witht the depressing environment, even fida digging her nose becomes funny. Not tt she doesla, just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and tt grl took the mini biscuits so much tt she took a cup to fill it all in. Hahaha, i was malu rabak ok. Ramai laktu saw her bringing tt cup filled with biscuit! Haha, perangai burok smcm. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, there's some changes in my life now. I reallie need to knock my head hard and prioritise my life eh. Itz just one task, needs &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; much time n effort... why cant it be like, hm buying stuff eh? Kn best. Want #1: BOUGHT. Want #2: BOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehz, i thnk right, my path is all wrong now. What am i gonna work as with CODINGS? coding sucks eh. Oklah, if doing website, i'ld still enjoy it. But coding? for binary bytes??&lt;br /&gt;EW EW EWWWWWW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferst in line is to complete diploma. This attachment is like a HUGE obstacle block from it. Attendace, &lt;em&gt;attendance.&lt;/em&gt; Why do i always have probs with that?! Gahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's another matter. Which i think ramai ppl in my life oppse me of doing it, but i sooo want it. Coz it'll make my life so much easier. I want it. WANT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is so wordy kn. Hahaha... thnk i'll post some pics up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Svg5mJ4iYnI/AAAAAAAADQk/4tkIX6JKQEs/s1600-h/bally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402131080681775730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Svg5mJ4iYnI/AAAAAAAADQk/4tkIX6JKQEs/s400/bally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, bali. Berzaman yg lalu. I miss tt place so much. Parents gg agaen on me dahdiee's bdae on the 28th ltr. &lt;em&gt;Bestnyerrrrrr~~!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish me n hun can go on holls together ehhh.. i thnk we'ld slog ourselves in island gateaways... Ttld be niceee...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my curly head juraimi. I miss my botakhead juraimi. Heehz, cant deicide which i like better. He's now a goodboy hair juraimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think bout it, i miss &lt;em&gt;us &lt;/em&gt;when we were both skooling. The innocence. The excitement. The carelessness of our strong trust. Heehz. It was&lt;em&gt; so easy&lt;/em&gt;. But, we must live in our presence, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shld slp now, but i just feel like rantinggggggg... hahahahahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, blessed anyways. I feel blessed and cursed at the same time. Boleh tk? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly blessed coz the person I love is mine. I thnk the whole world noes how im crazee in love with juraimi since sec 1. I feel cursed coz.. lalalalala.. haha not telling y. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop before i continue sprouting things not meant to be seen by public. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hmwaaaacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blesssed more aneways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mat sgee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3454706489904310027?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3454706489904310027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3454706489904310027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3454706489904310027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/rants.html' title='rants.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Svg5mJ4iYnI/AAAAAAAADQk/4tkIX6JKQEs/s72-c/bally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-925384605404872663</id><published>2009-10-05T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:27:32.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrations, frustrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i officially have 3 blogs now. And this one is stagnant. Ho ho. Dun ask me why i have 3 blogs, one is now dysfunct, another one was just made yesterday. Lolla Rogue! &lt;em&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SsoBbKjoGhI/AAAAAAAADQc/nq_K658r3AQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389121470304098834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SsoBbKjoGhI/AAAAAAAADQc/nq_K658r3AQ/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These day, there are just some days when I feel like as tho im so effynk... scratch that la. I feel myself as tho, im at the &lt;em&gt;low side?&lt;/em&gt; U noe.. like, there's so much I am able to do, so much that im missing out on, and i feel like im here, but i &lt;em&gt;dun&lt;/em&gt; wanna be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna be here at this stage of my life. How my life is going right now. With things. With... &lt;em&gt;gaahhhh&lt;/em&gt;.... Just &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;, like &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;. can i do this -&lt;em&gt; *gesture arms widly around*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how exactly, but i have a glimpse of what i want. In my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz just so depressing when you are going i wish i wish. Shit the I wishes. I want it to &lt;em&gt;happen&lt;/em&gt;. Sumtimes, I feel so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suffocated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Like, i just wanna untie myself from being in this deep black ocean and reach out for the air and &lt;strong&gt;WHOAAAAAAAHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;finaaaaally!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*emerge from bottom of ocean suck in deeeeeep breath of air!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sorry, but im feeling, graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, im not depressed. Nolah, but cam, i feel so much frustration inside me, almost anger, directed at so many things and places and people.. And itz making me lose my grip on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dammnit eh.&lt;/em&gt;&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/8729626847955909878-925384605404872663?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/925384605404872663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrations-frustrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/925384605404872663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/925384605404872663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrations-frustrations.html' title='frustrations, frustrations.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SsoBbKjoGhI/AAAAAAAADQc/nq_K658r3AQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8309834530231371001</id><published>2009-09-17T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:06:36.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about the long lost blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blow dust away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello me superbly abandoned blog.&lt;br /&gt;Heehz, i totally had no mood or any sort to blog or even on the laptop for weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks &lt;em&gt;ke?&lt;/em&gt; Last entry was.. 1st sept. Yeap, weeks. Aneways, days have been pretty interesting. Hmm.. hun alrdy got his baju mlayu altho we're still looking for the one for our spasang. Heehee.. danng, i wish we reallie could find one tt he likes. Mat crewet btol la tu satu. me mr pretty&lt;em&gt; vain&lt;/em&gt; boy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prolly Fri hit Geylang and &lt;em&gt;PRAAYYY&lt;/em&gt; we could find one tt he likes, else we're not gonna be spasang this yr! Oh nooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a job&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; quit a job. Hahaha... dun wanna talk bout it altho, the ppl there are effynk sweet and hilarious minus the person, name rhyming with MERCY- the f up manager. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive got another job call this morning. From Prudential. Pass it tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. i think itz been berzaman when i went out the other day... wait.. yeah, itz been weeks ago.. hahaha, seems just like yesterdae. Pooling with hun, where i got beaten flatout by him. Even tho he skipped sooo many turns just to make way for me.. hahahaha... i need practice alrdy. Yeahyeahh~... ive nvr been good at tt aneways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME EVERYTIME I WANNA WATCH A CERTAIN MOVIE, mestiiiiiiiii &lt;em&gt;adeeer&lt;/em&gt; je tk kene... like, time slots la... placesla.... or avalibilitylaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pull hair!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, i reallie wanna catch The Time Traverler's Wife, altho technically speaking, ive watched it alrdy online.. Haha.. Still.. itz not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSfccMgbI/AAAAAAAADNQ/TLGTEGasDI8/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173729848328626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSfccMgbI/AAAAAAAADNQ/TLGTEGasDI8/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters have been superbly sweet for my bday this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Sgee! Ttz my brudder btw. He did the sweetest thing! He bought for me a bday gift! I think ttz a ferst, heehz, coz usuallie, his are more of actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;em&gt;awwwww...&lt;/em&gt; no wonder he kept asking me wad color i want for my hp cover. Coz i rmbred telling him many2 days back about how i saw this one hp cover. Then from tt day onwards he kept bugging me wad color i want, insisting me to describe how it looks like etc2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i reached home, tt day (on me bdae) he walked to me and shyly gave me sumthynk. I looked at it, and he said happie bday quite coyly! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing!! Like he looked &lt;em&gt;soooooo &lt;/em&gt;shy liddat! Hahahahhaha... and cant help but gushhhhh bout how sweet he was. HEEE. Loola said he actuallie put the hp cpver on my bed, so tt when i got back i could just see it. But then he said, he thot i was coming back home late, so since i reached home early he gave it to me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alalalalalaaa... my sweeeet darling darling brudderr... *hmwaaachss hmwaachs!!*&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave me a kiss. Heehz, syg mat sgee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTwKjXvfI/AAAAAAAADOI/KbUZ9slIsfE/s1600-h/page10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382175116615990770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTwKjXvfI/AAAAAAAADOI/KbUZ9slIsfE/s400/page10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the story of another of my sweet sibling - gagak inakuu... she bought me one whole box of cheesecakes. =)) gave me niceeeee banglesss (i love it and juju pn love it, hee) which she call bird nest. So much thought puttt in. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGIK8_ouPI/AAAAAAAADPY/3ZO12IZLA4s/s1600-h/Lolla-(466).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232751437560050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGIK8_ouPI/AAAAAAAADPY/3ZO12IZLA4s/s400/Lolla-(466).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, yeap, da mkn dulu la cake2 baru amek gambar. Shld see the video, tinggal brape keping then sing bdae song. HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Loola also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She planned a birthdae countdown for me, but appppparently &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; about it! But i knew alrdy, heehz, coz she can nvr keep sumthynk she's excited about to herself. HAHAHA. She bought gazillion balloons, a princess tiara and wand, some party hats and even party spray! And kept it all at rumah kak ina. Plan was to have a chic countdown, Sgee supposedly be the dj and we dance the night away. Her bdae this yr, i did a spontaneous bangla-countdown party which we had a blast of a time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, agaknyer inspired la kn.. haha.. nie &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt; sket tho. Club countdown! Heeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butttt.. since she da kelupe knn... so.. i cant stop grnning while looking at her blow her lungs away to those balloons.. smangat kebolehan nor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFT3BbGlzI/AAAAAAAADOw/uZ6yxoCYFfw/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382175234424477490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFT3BbGlzI/AAAAAAAADOw/uZ6yxoCYFfw/s400/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehz. And she kept me excited by giving me a red envelope. I saw her smiling broadly while sneakily stuffing somthynk inside. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaah, she gave me cash bebeh! Heheeee!! So while she blow up her beloved balloons, me was kept busy being excited by those papers. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGILxpLUQI/AAAAAAAADPo/8JnbPetRuQc/s1600-h/Lolla-(409).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232765570437378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGILxpLUQI/AAAAAAAADPo/8JnbPetRuQc/s400/Lolla-(409).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGILRiFCvI/AAAAAAAADPg/PAxsSjX96sY/s1600-h/Lolla-(407).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232756950731506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGILRiFCvI/AAAAAAAADPg/PAxsSjX96sY/s400/Lolla-(407).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked into my room and tadaaaah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANTEQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGJBtlEPrI/AAAAAAAADQA/cdr8SgBMGIs/s1600-h/Lolla-(446).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382233692192390834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGJBtlEPrI/AAAAAAAADQA/cdr8SgBMGIs/s400/Lolla-(446).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGJBDq-XMI/AAAAAAAADP4/jm2BoCyrG8M/s1600-h/Lolla-(442).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382233680942881986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGJBDq-XMI/AAAAAAAADP4/jm2BoCyrG8M/s400/Lolla-(442).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGIMvlaU7I/AAAAAAAADPw/Ilf0c8_Z1ik/s1600-h/Lolla-(420).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382232782197642162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrGIMvlaU7I/AAAAAAAADPw/Ilf0c8_Z1ik/s400/Lolla-(420).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil roooom all filled up with pink and black balloons. &lt;em&gt;Heeeeheee.&lt;/em&gt; Even now im still threading my feet between heaps and heaps of balloons. Sumtimes i just stepped on them then wince when they threaten to burst. Ooh scarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ur room is filled with air from my lungs"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh mummie lagikk -  hp, kasot, lingerie all she gave. Hee, in short, meh mummie gimme wadever me want. but above all, a mother's love is &lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt;. and then me dahdieee bought us to the place me wanted to try - Stonegrill a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;CARNIVORES &lt;em&gt;gone rawww!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Presenting mdm grumpy of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTReUK8_I/AAAAAAAADOA/GM2PhtITVfE/s1600-h/page9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382174589345002482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTReUK8_I/AAAAAAAADOA/GM2PhtITVfE/s400/page9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTwfteHnI/AAAAAAAADOQ/lvDD9bxJI0M/s1600-h/page11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382175122295496306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTwfteHnI/AAAAAAAADOQ/lvDD9bxJI0M/s400/page11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTQwaBBYI/AAAAAAAADN4/YVZC6D3u2ic/s1600-h/page8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382174577021486466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTQwaBBYI/AAAAAAAADN4/YVZC6D3u2ic/s400/page8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgee attacking his chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSN03WcWI/AAAAAAAADNA/CKhUSDIaTZ0/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173427167031650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSN03WcWI/AAAAAAAADNA/CKhUSDIaTZ0/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? mdm grumpy's so grumpy, she picked a fight with d papparazzi.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSXN2NpYI/AAAAAAAADNI/5jZqQGo0p-Q/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSo7ALB1I/AAAAAAAADNY/7bnA_3Gta_M/s1600-h/page4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173892671113042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSo7ALB1I/AAAAAAAADNY/7bnA_3Gta_M/s400/page4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSXN2NpYI/AAAAAAAADNI/5jZqQGo0p-Q/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sgee: forever engrossed deep in his psp world or his ears plugged to some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;budak zaman2 skrg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ANTI SOCIAL btol.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173588491969922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSXN2NpYI/AAAAAAAADNI/5jZqQGo0p-Q/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee.. coool arrr.. we eat like some sort atas tree house liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382174067453923890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSzGHpEjI/AAAAAAAADNg/xCOF6fc-yZg/s400/page5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my bloody rib eye. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSzGHpEjI/AAAAAAAADNg/xCOF6fc-yZg/s1600-h/page5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTAfE25-I/AAAAAAAADNo/X8sFnn6W8P4/s1600-h/page6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382174297491433442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTAfE25-I/AAAAAAAADNo/X8sFnn6W8P4/s400/page6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee. We enjoyed every sec of it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTQQWVqtI/AAAAAAAADNw/v4NaMVSdg_0/s1600-h/page7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382174568416127698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTQQWVqtI/AAAAAAAADNw/v4NaMVSdg_0/s400/page7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up plates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ntah eh, like wadever i said tt day justr came true in a snap. I rmbred saying tt morning i felt like having cappucino ice blend. and i ordered tt there. But i din realise tt, tt was wad i wanted this morning! Only after i've down it all then i realise... heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dahdiee's tennderloin was the best tho. My ribeye was kinda tough, i left it too long on the stone i guess. Itz 400degree celcius btw. Volcanic stones, so... no itchy finger there uh, unless nak tgk ur finger melt away. Sssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFT2oatYxI/AAAAAAAADOo/IU_XPjg4V7U/s1600-h/shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382175227711939346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFT2oatYxI/AAAAAAAADOo/IU_XPjg4V7U/s400/shoes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my shoe. Wanted to buy the white one actuallie... but chix leg sis n loola said itz too hooker-like. Reallie? I guess so la.. haha... i asked hun he said no initially, den mumbled maybe uh.. hahahhahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said my shoee niceeeeeeee... lalalalala! I love it too! But so tk kene for rayer. I wasnt even thinking for my rayer actuallie.. haha more suitable to be worn with my ever reliable jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTxfUEhEI/AAAAAAAADOg/_hxeQ2uftJ8/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382175139368830018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFTxfUEhEI/AAAAAAAADOg/_hxeQ2uftJ8/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chix leg's sis shoes. i saw the left one ferrrst, no size tapi. at ferst she say obit, pastu beli jgak.. pfrrt! wadz tt word?? gaudy?? heehz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVT34fqRI/AAAAAAAADPI/0kIuU3wlJao/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176829591234834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVT34fqRI/AAAAAAAADPI/0kIuU3wlJao/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n ma bf. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aneways, on the day of my bday itself, hun took me out, and he told me i choose whereever i wanna eat.. he bust his brains to provide me options - Swensen's, Breeks, Pastamania (hey tt was my thinking!) blah3.. but i insisted me wanna break fast at Zamzam jgak. Coz i wanna buke where there's ramai mlayu. HAHAHA... alar, just to get the mood going... puase nak kat abez nie.. so we sat by the roadside. Heh! Direct sblah traffic light lagik. Heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVUcyQJzI/AAAAAAAADPQ/WoG-eLtWWGw/s1600-h/page4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176839497164594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVUcyQJzI/AAAAAAAADPQ/WoG-eLtWWGw/s400/page4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(third pic cam nak tumbok the cameraman je? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den when me order, skalik org tu ckp tkder goreng2.. means no mee hoon goreng all.. only briyani n metabak... alar.. den me da start wilt inside... me want mee hoon goreng... so hun just ordered metabak (supposed to be our side dish but i ate alone, hahahaha) and his briyani. I think he sawww... then he pujok me say we'll go eat agaen later if i still hungry with sooo full of love in his voice... &lt;em&gt;teehee....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVTpvvlMI/AAAAAAAADPA/HneaMOyr_qY/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176825796433090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVTpvvlMI/AAAAAAAADPA/HneaMOyr_qY/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after much options given agaen.. we went to ride the flyer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee... the effynk hilarious part was when we were at the corner, just minding our own business ( we shared cabin with a mat salleh couple, another malay couple and 2 gay partners btw) and so smartpants me nak amek gambar self-timer. So we posed and on the self-timer. Only tt, my hp's self-timer gave out mcm bom nak meletop countdown!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hun's face was &lt;em&gt;PRICELESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; I cant stop laughing even now eh!! Hahahahahhaa... betrabor eh kite off tu bende. hahaha.. ader later whole flyer kene stop and we got escorted out for bombing attempt. Heehz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVS3-w9bI/AAAAAAAADO4/md_oOKgBrqU/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176812437665202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFVS3-w9bI/AAAAAAAADO4/md_oOKgBrqU/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kiter pandai right, when the flyer was going up, when there wasnt reallie any scene to look at we were standing and busy oohing aahing BUT when the flyer finally reached the top and all the views can clearly be seen and appreciated, we onlie took a bit and then HUNla tired and sat down on the seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cajoled him to stand and look for a while more then he sat back down agaen. Then i also got tired. Haha.. we shouldve sat when the thing was gg up like everyone else and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; walk about and oohing aahing when the thing &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;already up. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ride, him bought his new-found fav snack pizza bar (padahal da berzaman eh i love tt pizza bar... hahaha, katakbawah tempurung) and me bought superbly chocolated muffins and drinks and sat and just enjoyed our loot. Him tak abez2 tell me im comot. Hmpfrt. Ferst2 lap, pastu da tak.. i think coz lap pn pastu adek balek.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U made me real happie, luvly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmwacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSEirAd2I/AAAAAAAADM4/9QYB4aI6HCQ/s1600-h/Lolla-(459)+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382173267664598882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSEirAd2I/AAAAAAAADM4/9QYB4aI6HCQ/s400/Lolla-(459)+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&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/8729626847955909878-8309834530231371001?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8309834530231371001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-long-lost-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8309834530231371001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8309834530231371001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-long-lost-blog.html' title='about the long lost blog...'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SrFSfccMgbI/AAAAAAAADNQ/TLGTEGasDI8/s72-c/page3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8394171389153854999</id><published>2009-09-01T15:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:49:35.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of excitement over walls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am feeling effynk horrible right now, coz of terrible teribble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(how to spell terrible huh.. teribble.. terrible.. &lt;em&gt;hmm..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actions. =( how to apologise to meh dahdiee? howwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, ive done my walls. Hee, in a span of (put together) i think 6hours onlie la! Heee.. Drawn and painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, k pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMxy5PrKI/AAAAAAAADLY/o8GSlevjbtQ/s1600-h/Lolla-(251).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376397211021061282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMxy5PrKI/AAAAAAAADLY/o8GSlevjbtQ/s400/Lolla-(251).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walls all nicely scrubbed! Heee, i dunno why but scrubbing walls have always given me this HUGEEEE sense of satisfaction and achievement. HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOcrfMZPI/AAAAAAAADL4/PXVv0rkka5Q/s1600-h/Lolla-(256).jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376399047278748914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOcrfMZPI/AAAAAAAADL4/PXVv0rkka5Q/s400/Lolla-(256).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOdFXU1FI/AAAAAAAADMA/zHuncwfh01M/s1600-h/Lolla-(261).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376399054225069138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOdFXU1FI/AAAAAAAADMA/zHuncwfh01M/s400/Lolla-(261).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start of paintttt... heee, once i start, i just couldnt stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOdTOVZnI/AAAAAAAADMI/7QbCDfx1_RE/s1600-h/Lolla-(264).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376399057945454194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOdTOVZnI/AAAAAAAADMI/7QbCDfx1_RE/s400/Lolla-(264).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOeV3fMZI/AAAAAAAADMY/bWgckO0l4Uw/s1600-h/Lolla-(266).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376399075834802578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOeV3fMZI/AAAAAAAADMY/bWgckO0l4Uw/s400/Lolla-(266).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOd9sF9gI/AAAAAAAADMQ/j9w2ra74e04/s1600-h/Lolla-(268).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376399069344560642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzOd9sF9gI/AAAAAAAADMQ/j9w2ra74e04/s400/Lolla-(268).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im am &lt;em&gt;soooooooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;LOVEEEE &lt;/strong&gt;with the eye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gradient painting on wall is HARD! I dunno how i did manage to come up with tt gradient shading!!! Hee, reallie i din realise, den tadah! When i snap off from my reverie, im just &lt;em&gt;in love&lt;/em&gt; with it. Itz like in a trance or sumthynk, it got me THAT involved! Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the right there, a small lil &lt;em&gt;'j'&lt;/em&gt;.. and left sket there's an &lt;em&gt;'i'&lt;/em&gt;? Hee, guess wad that stands for? And in the middle? Hehehee, i was drawing when hun msged me and told me bout his dream. And ttz when i added tt inspiration in the middle. Kekekeke, secret!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, eh suddenly i rmbr, me and him was waking along town, then we heard this song, so both of us sang. THEN i realise, my lyrics smer betrabor. Hahaha, i sang sumthynk like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet dreams are made of thee&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and in the seventies&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. the bf yg tau. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMy11YHjI/AAAAAAAADLo/DsTZ8qXSnSg/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376397228990012978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMy11YHjI/AAAAAAAADLo/DsTZ8qXSnSg/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMzJT2UZI/AAAAAAAADLw/Fa4LDJ4fEYw/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376397234218094994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMzJT2UZI/AAAAAAAADLw/Fa4LDJ4fEYw/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i added diamantes to the kening. Hee. Searched in my accessories box, and tadah, stick it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, like here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzSI59CtVI/AAAAAAAADMg/JyA3Oes4BuU/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzTo77QQhI/AAAAAAAADMw/vXoRzzQpYHI/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376404755407979026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzTo77QQhI/AAAAAAAADMw/vXoRzzQpYHI/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. nie pat stadium eh tgk bola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzSjV8VfUI/AAAAAAAADMo/FZZtsDbPrNg/s1600-h/Lolla-(285).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376403559800995138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzSjV8VfUI/AAAAAAAADMo/FZZtsDbPrNg/s400/Lolla-(285).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttz my other wall done years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMyUH15HI/AAAAAAAADLg/nTyuMIwfrDw/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376397219940656242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMyUH15HI/AAAAAAAADLg/nTyuMIwfrDw/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, we went Angsana. The plan was to tgk2 his baju. I already got mine. Hee. But guess wad we did. We went to one shop den the brat complain pnat alrdy. So we found one bench and talked til time buke. Haha.. buker at Imano, and funny eh the guy that wait on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I askla, if the salad leh tukar to mashed potatoes, den dgn slambe, he said "saye pn tak tau, saye baru" hahaha, the WAY he say it yg klakar. Heehz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun had tom yum spaghetti which was superbly superbly nice! I had some lasagne and pasta and mashed potato combo. drooling alrdy? Hee, din mean to.. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after buker, lingered outside for a while, where he smoked enough for the whole world to choke on, den we went back! Hahahaaa!!! Like, went there just to break our fast. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun stopped at Shell/Esso for a while, bought some drinks anf off to jurong hill! Wah, long time no go there alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, i just wanna thank Nash, Faiz, Hikerl for fetching me the other nite. Help is deeply deeply appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey..&lt;br /&gt;i think ive exhaust myself of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loadsa louve to meh h****** monster!&lt;br /&gt;khekhekhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-8394171389153854999?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8394171389153854999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-excitement-over-walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8394171389153854999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8394171389153854999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-excitement-over-walls.html' title='of excitement over walls!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpzMxy5PrKI/AAAAAAAADLY/o8GSlevjbtQ/s72-c/Lolla-(251).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3973564228800011097</id><published>2009-08-28T03:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:35:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chores and more chores.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ollllaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan was to read and doze off to sleep, plus itz raining heavily outside, and superbly cold here, but me too hyped up for sleep. So here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is like undescribebably chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpblZ7u5QFI/AAAAAAAADK4/0q0SF-Jhx3Y/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374735439007137874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpblZ7u5QFI/AAAAAAAADK4/0q0SF-Jhx3Y/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? all out of place! hehe, intruded sgee's room too, coz im doing rearangings.&lt;br /&gt;same ol same ol stuffs. why cant i just throw all those mags away?&lt;br /&gt;i love cleo too much.&lt;br /&gt;collecting inches of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek biseng wimme everytime she looks at my room. coz my bed is positioned senget. she said macam how they ltak mayat. &lt;strong&gt;hmpfrt&lt;/strong&gt;. but i love it senget. disorderly. hee, so the other time she came it was still diagonal. she still nags about it.. hee, but wad else can i do? luv it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;#1 scrape off the laminations off my windows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(itz so effynk da lamer, til when u scrape, it does not oeel off as one sheet, dier jadik berderai, sheesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lucky meh mummie help. heehee. and she was so determined, i just sat on the top of the ladder and admire her determination. hee, even when she was coevered with the pieces of the laminations. and we chatted and chatted til both of us fell exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, me need to drag mummie along to they DIY shop to buy new laminations. Hee, i wanna the color2 one like the swensen's signature lamps. Like my old house. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noe wad? Yest night, i forgot i had the laminations off, and me went to close my room's door and just wham, whip off my t-shirt and when i was choosing my shirt, i realise im standing on clear vision, HALF NAKED!!!!! Shit ar!! tros duck down and just slip on any shirt. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a lady standing right opposite my window. I turned just intime to see sudden movement. Hahaha, think she got traumatised. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. &lt;u&gt;Note to self&lt;/u&gt;: blind must&lt;em&gt; always&lt;/em&gt; be down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpblacXSW9I/AAAAAAAADLA/iZENEBLCdz8/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374735447766490066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpblacXSW9I/AAAAAAAADLA/iZENEBLCdz8/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to capture the rain. it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;but got the lorry instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee, aneywas, just a reason to hang out at my clean-ed windows.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;must pick up smoking alrdy. ttz wad they always do, hang out by the windows puffing out smoke, polluting the air. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 wash the windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soapy water check. clean water check. windshield layer checked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 scrub walls clean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;onlie managed to do one wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ferst layer water, den with clean water den towel it dry.&lt;br /&gt;phew. the climbing of ladder is the bugger part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;#3 wash zee fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boryn chore.&lt;br /&gt;my hanging fan is still making a lot of noises. wonder y eh! can i just oil it with baby oil? takot meletop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;pls be ok, coz i wanna get riof the standing fan. takes up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;#4 rearrange my room arrangements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(redundant word there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm, me wanna make this one &lt;s&gt;costy&lt;/s&gt; therapeutic corner. aneways, wanted to buy the transparent drapes from IKEA, like layer it.. budden i found a gold langsir from hidden treasures at mummie's room. Hee, nvr been used before, so tt'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might prolly layer it up on top of my blind, then my deep pink drape &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;the transparent gold. whoohoo. think it might be too heavy for the eyes? i think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;#5 draw me walls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whee!&lt;/em&gt; the highlight and motivation to my cleaning of meh room. heeheee.&lt;br /&gt;rmbr my wall drawings last time? hehe if not nehmind. tried finding the pics but it was at bliss beautifullour. my old very &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;much missed blog. memories since 2004 eh tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aneways, me wanna draw tiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpblbYcRPkI/AAAAAAAADLQ/x1ZyN7Yt1QY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374735463893515842" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpblbYcRPkI/AAAAAAAADLQ/x1ZyN7Yt1QY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besar2 at the bottom corner. where supposedly the corner would be.&lt;br /&gt;but right, how come i got the feeling ttz not gonna happen? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz, reason numero uno: im bad at following sketches.&lt;br /&gt;numero duo: i havent got enough black paint. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebbe, just draw this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Spbla3EmexI/AAAAAAAADLI/VmFfyWwFgIQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374735454935874322" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Spbla3EmexI/AAAAAAAADLI/VmFfyWwFgIQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small one beside my light switch eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see la. i might just draw my fav swirls again. more of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;or mebbe the drawings wun even happen. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of talking about chores alrdy. i think ive got myself a job. =)&lt;br /&gt;was just blindly surfing when nizam window chat popped up. bugging me to play farmsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, told ttz a superbly sad game. he got so excited by the fact that when u sow the seed, u wait for a certain time, then they'll harvest. haha. so lynkn je, and became his neighbour. my farm is a measly 4 plot of lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, we became bored and he started singing kurung biru, which he call, &lt;em&gt;kain biru&lt;/em&gt;. hahahaha... lagik bleh ckp, eh kite kraoke, kau nyanyi situ, aku nanyi sini ar? and he went on and on typing those lyrics on.. hahahaha... funny eh seriouslie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so while we chatted, told him i was looking for a job. and bam, ive got myself my old job back, i hope! heehz, but now, at tiong baru. instead of wheelock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den came bugger linda. hehe.. no words for her. ireeeeeetatynk smcm! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for sahur alrdy i guess. whee, i din sleep another whole night. the other night me din sleep at all then yest slept til ptg. and now din sleep jgak. haha, wad a bad pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and tadik went to bazar jw. hee, bumped onto Asyraf hy. hee, we round2 the baza like 3 times! and he was just buying and buying non stop. I thot he was for for his whole fam when he told me, tt all for him. he was on duty. hahahaha... &lt;em&gt;gagahhhhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Fazly from rulang.. just senyumed tho. i dun think he rmbrs me, but he smiled ferst. hmm, but right, im insecure liddat. i wun tego sumone unless im sure tt person rmbrs me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;em&gt;reallie&lt;/em&gt; on blabbering mode. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop.now. i think if im with the bf, he'll cover my mouth and say i biseng. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt time go carik his dad's bday present. and we waltz into hugo boss boutique, thinking to buy the tshirt, budden, 200plus for the tshirt, i think is a waste. coz, the tshirt pn cam blapok onliee. so went to search for perfumes, and got ck uhh, forgot the name. intense sumthynk2.. but not the intense version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the aftershave n rollon. much nicer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we passed tiffany's, told him i want tt for our wedding ring, and he said said sumthynk.. kekeke... he's the most annoying pest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamat bersahur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3973564228800011097?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3973564228800011097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/chores-and-more-chores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3973564228800011097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3973564228800011097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/chores-and-more-chores.html' title='chores and more chores.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpblZ7u5QFI/AAAAAAAADK4/0q0SF-Jhx3Y/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2448848854259677405</id><published>2009-08-25T03:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:20:43.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gd hair day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todaeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;, imma be a narcissist and post me pics.&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Just coz i think im having a gd hair day! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(very rare!)&lt;/span&gt; heh, so, me happie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpLrSeaxfKI/AAAAAAAADKg/jsMmhfks-30/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373616008041954466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpLrSeaxfKI/AAAAAAAADKg/jsMmhfks-30/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, was on the way down to meet the bf below (meet MP). So while waiting for the lift, i bit gently on my ondeh2. Hee, dahdiee bought for me. *beam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess waddddlaa.. the whole sugar part just spurt out on the side, landing on my right cheek, the whole length of my arm, and sleeves and even on the lift dooor! That powerful ok!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just as i cried shit in shock, the lift door open. And it was full. So, i had just screamed right in front of them, &lt;em&gt;hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;, seriouslie muker this apek right in front of me was &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;. Prolly he was teranjat i screamed, or the fact that i have this brown substance all over my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recovered and stepped in, (tt apek da kluar, he got the cheek to turn all the around while walking just to give me the look, chet) and another guy gingerly said theyre gg up. So as quickly as i went in, i went out agaen. All the time head down, trying to cover the mess i was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the kdai bawh and i was like &lt;em&gt;uncleee, tisssuuueeee!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha, and he &lt;em&gt;laughedddd&lt;/em&gt; at me!!! Hmpfrrrrrrt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So note to self: next time nak mkn ondeh2, telan the whole thing skalik. Takyah bite2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aneways, am reading &lt;strong&gt;the time traveller's wife&lt;/strong&gt; for the 2nd time now. The ferst time around was i think last yr.. And i still rmbr the scenes vividly. =) Itz one of meh fav book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH_Z3hhrW6c&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH_Z3hhrW6c&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpL0d3GfNoI/AAAAAAAADKw/6PVho1jHzvs/s1600-h/time-traveler-wife-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373626099250968194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpL0d3GfNoI/AAAAAAAADKw/6PVho1jHzvs/s400/time-traveler-wife-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was EXACTLY how i pictured him to be. The vest, and Clare being just a grl. But the Meadow in my head was different. Aneways, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mighttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have an opinion that the book is &lt;em&gt;wayyy &lt;/em&gt;much better than the movie.. coz i just watched snippets of it. &lt;em&gt;Heeeheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferst fav (i think! so many!!) being this book about A&amp;amp;E-revolved story. I dun rmbr the title nor the author. (as ive said millions of times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz bout this mysterious disease, where it was quickly spreading around this small town. And the person wun noe he's contracted the disease, until he acts erraticly and do strange stuffs like jumping off a bulding &lt;em&gt;while&lt;/em&gt; operating sumone's brain. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he's aware of wad he's doing inwardly, but he cant control his physique. And so this disease spreads. And how these 2 cops tried to investigate wad causes it and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book that i can reallie picture in my mind is &lt;strong&gt;The Astronaut's Wife&lt;/strong&gt;. Ive nvr watched the movie, (always got it confused with another movie.. OH! The Forgotten, if uve ever seen it) but the book was just wow - The Astronaut's Wife, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpLy4hnBURI/AAAAAAAADKo/1tF_W7J6grk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373624358315053330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpLy4hnBURI/AAAAAAAADKo/1tF_W7J6grk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kite Runner is great too. Caught the movie as well, which is banned in Spore for&lt;em&gt; some&lt;/em&gt; reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fav character, is this guy, with a snoopy tattoo on his butt. ;&gt; Dun rmbr the story tho. Hee. I think his name started with an F. Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz 3.49am and I cant sleep. Might as well just hang around til sahur..&lt;br /&gt;But I think i might be getting sleepy alrdy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i might just finish watching t.t's wife movie... hehhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalalalalalalalalalaa.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-2448848854259677405?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2448848854259677405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/gd-hair-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2448848854259677405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2448848854259677405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/gd-hair-day.html' title='gd hair day!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SpLrSeaxfKI/AAAAAAAADKg/jsMmhfks-30/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6071593616699018832</id><published>2009-08-22T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:54:05.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramadhan is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olla!!&lt;br /&gt;Slamat berpuase nor??&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to seize theis Ramadhan's berkat as much as possible, InsyaAllah. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many2 things to say, but butttt, most are private. &lt;em&gt;Kekekeke&lt;/em&gt;... Aneways, went sheeshaa with zee grls last Thurs, plan initially was karaoke. Haha.. but righttt... i think, yeah, spare some ears the bleeding with my voice la hokays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mai pn not into karaoke. so our 2nd fav thing to do? sheesha. my ferst fav thing to do actuallie. Alar, sum sort la.. part of the list. Ferst fav thing to do is annoy the bf. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q89KlE2I/AAAAAAAADJA/x2-jY2dwOsU/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372700844664099682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q89KlE2I/AAAAAAAADJA/x2-jY2dwOsU/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with these 5 lurvelies!&lt;br /&gt;eh. 4. heh..&lt;br /&gt;mai. lin. rab. julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fida din join us.. &lt;em&gt;hmpfrtttt!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just let the pics do the talkin'.&lt;br /&gt;Speaks a thousand words nor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q9Vp5tmI/AAAAAAAADJI/Im9gconsJl0/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372700851237926498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q9Vp5tmI/AAAAAAAADJI/Im9gconsJl0/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rZiPfnDI/AAAAAAAADKY/8lZdcDYa0OQ/s1600-h/page7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372701335653162034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rZiPfnDI/AAAAAAAADKY/8lZdcDYa0OQ/s400/page7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q-i_77jI/AAAAAAAADJg/VJtKOyw_aE4/s1600-h/page6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372700871999876658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q-i_77jI/AAAAAAAADJg/VJtKOyw_aE4/s400/page6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q-V42rPI/AAAAAAAADJY/hZACkii541I/s1600-h/page5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372700868480511218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q-V42rPI/AAAAAAAADJY/hZACkii541I/s400/page5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q939dAfI/AAAAAAAADJQ/bTaevJAdMa8/s1600-h/page4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372700860446736882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q939dAfI/AAAAAAAADJQ/bTaevJAdMa8/s400/page4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rZE7nnbI/AAAAAAAADKQ/Q3bKpG1gyns/s1600-h/page8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372701327785172402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rZE7nnbI/AAAAAAAADKQ/Q3bKpG1gyns/s400/page8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rSAtDrmI/AAAAAAAADKI/CxB3j7ofF2U/s1600-h/page9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372701206391271010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rSAtDrmI/AAAAAAAADKI/CxB3j7ofF2U/s400/page9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rRvChlTI/AAAAAAAADKA/N8rFlYQZgEY/s1600-h/page10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372701201649472818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rRvChlTI/AAAAAAAADKA/N8rFlYQZgEY/s400/page10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rRPoI0zI/AAAAAAAADJ4/pPXcBbfGivc/s1600-h/page11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372701193217299250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rRPoI0zI/AAAAAAAADJ4/pPXcBbfGivc/s400/page11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rQoHAwAI/AAAAAAAADJw/JFO2_jmOZ6M/s1600-h/page12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372701182609375234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rQoHAwAI/AAAAAAAADJw/JFO2_jmOZ6M/s400/page12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me this is not irritatynk?&lt;br /&gt;nurhaslinda's version of masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rQf2gpWI/AAAAAAAADJo/ofoOznnYXNg/s1600-h/page13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372701180392678754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-rQf2gpWI/AAAAAAAADJo/ofoOznnYXNg/s400/page13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was effynk fun. then the manager arrr moodkill us. Malas wanna explain. But she was uber unprofessional and lalala, last2 she apologised jugaaakkk, tho not sincere. budden, apologise jgak. WAHAHAHA. pdn muke pdn muke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i dreamt i went swimming with them. Hahaha.. i wore this cute swimming suit with lilttle skirt. HAHAHA.. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, the other day i was craving for a mcGriddles. Was reaaalieee reaaalie craving for it. Told meh dahdiee and hun bout it. Then guess wad?? TEEEHEEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day woke up to a call from hun saying tt he alrdybought for me my McGriddles. Awww... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*meltmeltmelt*&lt;/span&gt; then i went out of my bedroom to get ready, then meh dahdieeee pn blikn mcGriddles, da pat atas meje. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*swooon*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;heee..&lt;/em&gt; feel soo lurrrved. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. of the days... had an interview, was late so hun antarkn. The director offered me the fulltime job, but i wasa looking for a part-time job, so cant huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blah3, me changed from my skirt to a jeans at Iluma. Skirt n heels on the bike is serious hell. So changed to jeans was like a HUGEEE relief. Was all hyped up, me n hun, so we planned to go Angsana.. since i told him i saw this baju which will definitely match wimme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den suddenly he got a phonecall from his dad.. And so the plan was cancelled coz his pakcik is already in a nazak state. So he sent me back home and hurried there, onlie to get another phonecall saying his pkck da meninggal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz very sudden his pkck's death.. Ive nvr spoken directly to him, but we've been to his home, watch movie with the whole ectended fam, watched him pool.. oh then i spoke to him once direclty thena t the pool table. Superbly humble person. And very.. relaxed type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yest, went for his kebumikn.. and i must say the Ustaz was very very detailed and very informative. And it was the ferst time i went to a funeral, which was held in a very relaxed manner. i meant, the Ustad wasnt rushing in a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all sedekahkn &lt;em&gt;Al-Fateha&lt;/em&gt; to hun's late uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And may his soul be blessed and be amongst the praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&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/8729626847955909878-6071593616699018832?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6071593616699018832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6071593616699018832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6071593616699018832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-is-here.html' title='ramadhan is here!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/So-q89KlE2I/AAAAAAAADJA/x2-jY2dwOsU/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1849910203694256830</id><published>2009-08-16T21:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:11:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who what when where how</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogbBXyfSVI/AAAAAAAADH4/rlZshMuU3Q0/s1600-h/picLolla-(109)%5Da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370572266018916690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogbBXyfSVI/AAAAAAAADH4/rlZshMuU3Q0/s400/picLolla-(109)%5Da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weekends are gone! Mwahaha, but FEAR NOT! Coz holls is here for 2 months!!! &lt;em&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twirl twirl, dance dance!*&lt;br /&gt;*hop hop hop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i get a job soon tho! Heh. Then puase is also coming.. =)) Ive always love the serenity of Ramadhan. BUTTT, this year no open field smbyg rayer. Coz they making this carpark extension at the field itself. BORYNN~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogbBykoNOI/AAAAAAAADIA/qz1FCodW-YY/s1600-h/Lolla-(108).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370572273208538338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogbBykoNOI/AAAAAAAADIA/qz1FCodW-YY/s400/Lolla-(108).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogcEJPnmuI/AAAAAAAADII/f16794YPeNk/s1600-h/Lolla-(110).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370573413165800162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogcEJPnmuI/AAAAAAAADII/f16794YPeNk/s400/Lolla-(110).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogcEjolUII/AAAAAAAADIQ/HaWu_ycUzpo/s1600-h/Lolla-(111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370573420249829506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogcEjolUII/AAAAAAAADIQ/HaWu_ycUzpo/s400/Lolla-(111).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was just so filled with lurrve. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Initially the plan was to go his frenz pit, but plan was changed, and so we went Cathay to catch UP. He wanted G.I Joe.. but &lt;em&gt;but...&lt;/em&gt; i din find it the least appealing. So he let me chose instead. And Up it was whee! but at Suntec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up - wasnt it sweeet. But a wee bit borynla for a cartoon animation truthfully. But the couple part was uber sweeet. Held darl's hand so tightly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a short day, but find tt day so deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogZGoo5eNI/AAAAAAAADHo/dDzR_xDFjis/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370570157418182866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogZGoo5eNI/AAAAAAAADHo/dDzR_xDFjis/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdCxLBf_I/AAAAAAAADIY/rXU6QB7luiU/s1600-h/Lolla-(119).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370574489035833330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdCxLBf_I/AAAAAAAADIY/rXU6QB7luiU/s400/Lolla-(119).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdD_HZ5rI/AAAAAAAADIo/JMAI_2Pt8iA/s1600-h/Lolla-(121).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370574509958620850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdD_HZ5rI/AAAAAAAADIo/JMAI_2Pt8iA/s400/Lolla-(121).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdEBwd1-I/AAAAAAAADIw/jHKAjvvM0ts/s1600-h/Lolla-(122).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370574510667716578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdEBwd1-I/AAAAAAAADIw/jHKAjvvM0ts/s400/Lolla-(122).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, and caught the end tail of Silent Hill on teevee. Alaaar!! I rmbr i think it was 4 yrs ago? Me, him, Nana, Maidi and Rizal was at town (i just finished my shift tt day, they were hanging out at CB) and we were sitting by the side.. and trailer Silent Hill was on the big screen at lido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still rmbr Nana telling me wad the it was about, ttz it was from a game. And we planned of watching it together, all of us, but it din happened. But just the movie triggered tt memory! Heehz! Still rmbr tt night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdEggDqGI/AAAAAAAADI4/zILNZ8or6sg/s1600-h/closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370574518920390754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogdEggDqGI/AAAAAAAADI4/zILNZ8or6sg/s400/closer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn, me watched movie Closer. Citer dier was slow, but superbly niceeee eh!!! Surprisingly. Plus itz starring Jude Law. How bad can it ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;the blower's daughter&lt;/em&gt; track is on repat mode on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THAT SONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae went hosp with dahdiee, nenek warded. And the nurse was effynk kasar eh! Hmpfrt!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hun say next time tego. True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me n dahdiee went West Coast which was spilling with people. For rojak mama! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;Tomr, mcgriddles for breakkie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;yeah2.. i noe im putting on weight.&lt;br /&gt;gym, linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehehehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Blower's Daughter.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;br /&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-1849910203694256830?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1849910203694256830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-what-when-where-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1849910203694256830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1849910203694256830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-what-when-where-how.html' title='who what when where how'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SogbBXyfSVI/AAAAAAAADH4/rlZshMuU3Q0/s72-c/picLolla-(109)%5Da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5881318426375934957</id><published>2009-08-12T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:26:57.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a porper entry alrdy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i say Happie National Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teehee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttz just a pretense tho, coz i din even watch the parade, not even at teevee. Ha. I think i was slping? Was damn sleepie, coz we were from Geylang i think.. go mkn at the new pasar Geylang. Not nice eh there! But keramaianla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and the preparation for the bazaar.. excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, the day b4 the nazional day, me woke up late.. groggy and clumsy. Was walking straight from the bed to the dining table (teehee) when Loola asked me to tag along with her Khalil go jln2. Wheeeeee~! Even iron for me my dress. So sweet or wad? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil fetched us, and voila~! At Sentose! We were all so ready and hyped to get our picnicking started, mat - check, food - check, games - check, shades - check! So headed off from the car, and we were busily talking. And walk and walk and walk til we reach the very very very end of Tanjong Beach, cool shaded spot - check! Then guess wad?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant find the mat!&lt;br /&gt;Khalil searched his bag like crazee and then we all rmbred we left it at the car's boot while busy talking. Padahal ttz the ferst thing we took out. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgDEwfXDI/AAAAAAAADG4/yDoGWymkUFc/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748205479517234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgDEwfXDI/AAAAAAAADG4/yDoGWymkUFc/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us couldnt be bothered to walk all the way back, we sat at the bench. Haha.. defeat the purpose of coming to Sentose la.. Hhaha.. we did even walk at the sand or go near it at all. Hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgEYbaiGI/AAAAAAAADHQ/32boIizeRH4/s1600-h/page4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748227939698786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgEYbaiGI/AAAAAAAADHQ/32boIizeRH4/s400/page4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, random. But one question. Why do ppl like to tan?? I get the fact that all the fresh golden glow from the suntanning is fabulous. But wad pleasure is there to tan if the skins color is very dark alrdy? I mean, im just so amused by tt fact. Isnt it just like burning ur skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one hate tanning. Or getting tanned. Coz i'll get red and&lt;em&gt; itchy&lt;/em&gt; under the sun and then superbly dark in just a few while. And not the fab golden glow tan. Hmpfrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgD0tDLaI/AAAAAAAADHI/rs5d2w526AY/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748218349989282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgD0tDLaI/AAAAAAAADHI/rs5d2w526AY/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ate ferst! Must! Haha. They had chix rice. Me mee hoon goreng. And crackers n sort.&lt;br /&gt;Played card games and monopoly. The monopoly no kick eh. Ha.. duet kecik. Rental penalty is 18bucks onlie! Then we were like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh? *hand penalty fee* Alah! Keep the change la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke.. and me banker stole at least 800bucks from the bank. Kekee.. each round is only 200bucks. not 2000 tau! Boryn la.. Money wise la. Fun wise, couldnt get any better. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played til we cant see nethynk. Ttz when ho flashlights comes into handy! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgOtx4vjI/AAAAAAAADHg/9h83k_PceRY/s1600-h/page6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748405469789746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgOtx4vjI/AAAAAAAADHg/9h83k_PceRY/s400/page6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the dog la yeah? Wadz new? We were chased by a dog. Chased is a wrong word tho. Coz only the dog was running full speed, me n my sis screamed like therez no tomr while she jumped onto the table (suddenly her feet got auto spring! haha!) and me frozen at my seat (still screaming) and looking at the dog. Khalil da Shoo! SHOOO! *frantic arm movement!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the dog owners did NOTHYNK. ZILCH! NADA!!! Stooopid right?!! I think superbly brainless ppl eh. I mean, usuallie ppl if liddat, would've alrdy chased their dog and drag them back or THE LEAST call them back. Nie nothynk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til i think our nonstop screaming made him run back to the nincompoops. Angry! Then even after Khalil called out to them to cntrl their dog, they did NOTHYNK!! Not even an acknowledgment. Just looked at us blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn inconsiderate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgDei4gaI/AAAAAAAADHA/TnFPXRrQH_o/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748212401766818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgDei4gaI/AAAAAAAADHA/TnFPXRrQH_o/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Neways, stayed til night, den went Vivo. Look for Khalil's shirt. But non appealed to him. Bumped onto Fyz. Hahaha.. he working at Topman. Heehz, din even realise it was him standing right in front of me. Til he tego. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since, non of it catches his attention, we went several shops, and all that he picked was a black polo with a small brand logo on the front left. Hahaha.. exactly the same, (even the one he's wearing is the same!) different brand je. He wearing Everlast, he's holding the exact replace shirt with different brands at different shops! Hahaha.. If our expressions could be translated into typing symbol right, this would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooooooo dun do these expression typing symbol things! Mai taught me!&lt;br /&gt;know wad this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im clueless too. She told me, but i forgot. Hahaha.. i thot it was t.t. As is titi. Or titty? Hahahahaha.. dunno. But itz a face expression, apparently. Seriouslie, i cant even see how ppl can actuallie read that as a &lt;em&gt;facial&lt;/em&gt; expression. Heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, wanted to sit at Vivo's CB / Starbucks, but since both full, we headed over to WCP McCafe. And continued games after games of taiti. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Im reallie good! ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgEsIeZ2I/AAAAAAAADHY/yI922gfscns/s1600-h/page5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748233228969826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgEsIeZ2I/AAAAAAAADHY/yI922gfscns/s400/page5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then the next day, was NDP right. After sending my fam to Kranji (they go Genting), heehz, so i got the car all to myself til Weds! Wooohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Mai's place at Sembawang. I swear! One more time i go her place and sesat agaen, im nvr gg there alrdy! Called her, and asked her, and she herself dunno her area! Wahsey.. So rounding la kiter. Til i almost masok checkpoint. Hahaha, seriouslie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keke, then, i feel bad at Linda.. heee.. sorry la my larling larlinggggg...&lt;br /&gt;pastu she pout pout pouttt.. den i kiss her pout away! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND monday!! Was suchhhhh a &lt;em&gt;grrrrreaaaat&lt;/em&gt; start!&lt;br /&gt;(haha, skip la if this is getting too long alrdy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n hunny spent the whole day together, like siang2 da kick start the day. Haha.. Then went Mustaffa, went Ikea coz i wanted to eat the hotdog, den went Queensway, he wanted rojak cine, but couldnt find.. so we round round round.. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby darling honey munchieekkynnz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hmwaaaackss!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, got to drive to skool agaen todae. And tomr. Joyness. Even lunch just now, me, flo, mai hui min drove out to Tamp Mall for lunch st Swensen's. Haha.. dey ajak go Changi, tkde keje... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleepie alrdy. Nite2!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5881318426375934957?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5881318426375934957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/porper-entry-alrdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5881318426375934957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5881318426375934957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/porper-entry-alrdy.html' title='a porper entry alrdy!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SoGgDEwfXDI/AAAAAAAADG4/yDoGWymkUFc/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3256760642349895432</id><published>2009-08-05T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:24:47.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valking zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;shagged as i am, i do realise itz been eons since i updated this blog if mine... And even now as im typing, im lying down flat on meh back. Teehee so convinient nor my phone aka lolla. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created a lil frenzy with this new phone back at d lecture coz i was real infamous with my puzzle phone aka transformer phone aka germ infested phone n etc etc. Hmpfrt, tapi i love my last phone jugak.. Even tho da rabak smcm n kene bnyk kutok from many ppl including a lecturer. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aneways, skool is a living terror now. The projects n my constant worry for my atttendace... But last tuesday ke wednesday was best! After eating, we went in search for ice cream under the killer weather n then guess wad?? We play iceman, at the playground! Woots! Den wen kai fetch us usimg the car he rented. Da mcm bapak2 take us back to skool... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newaes caught the hangover with the darl. Haha.. Itz enjoyable. Plus the boys get sneak peeks. Haha.. But the grls got the bushy n d flabby view. &lt;em&gt;Ewww&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye. Hmwaackss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NeH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3256760642349895432?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3256760642349895432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/valking-zombie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3256760642349895432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3256760642349895432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/valking-zombie.html' title='valking zombie'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6330294548024060025</id><published>2009-07-23T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:54:56.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghraahhhh... *fangs!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fangs are sexy, &lt;em&gt;no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Bite. Bite. &lt;em&gt;Bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Heehz.&lt;br /&gt;Book's getting to me(not Twilight, cant say better or not, coz ove nvr read them), now im gg around pretending i have the longest, sharpest fangs ever. Baring it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. sorry bsuk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, long day todae. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went joho agaen, but by wdlands this tyme, coz darling nak lpaskn rinduu. Hehe, pat ramesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reeeealie want fangs now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-6330294548024060025?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6330294548024060025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghraahhhh-fangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6330294548024060025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6330294548024060025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghraahhhh-fangs.html' title='ghraahhhh... *fangs!*'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4091564068275276257</id><published>2009-07-22T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:10:22.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wads ur meat choice tell me wads ur meat choice.. WADS  YOUR MEAT CHOICE... lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lalalala.. my face is tired, my skin is tired too. Lack of sleep, coz cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;If still have d pills kn bestt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this morning rain was just pure bliss, isnt it!! Heehee.. was deep burrowed under my comforters, i swear almost grinning in my sleep! The weather was just perfect. Couldnt get up. And wads the consequence?? A BLOOD TEST!! why?! coz the doc like toot. if want mc, must take blood test. Take, take laaaa.. think i scared needles mehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win. 2 days baby! whee *skip around!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the price of pleasured sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, over the weekends, went Joho for lunch with darl. So long tak gie Joho alrdy! Wheee~ I was jabbing his ribs so hard at one point, coz he bawak too laju alrdy!!!! Patah la leher!!! Toot btol, and my shirt behind was flying2 alrdy!! Mrajok alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpfrt. Neways, hahaha, after eating, we still felt hungray. So thought of buying another round - burgers. And guess wad he chose??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burger ARNAB!!!&lt;br /&gt;As in RABBIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai wasnt surprise at this coz apparently, itz rather common. But, hello?? eating ur home pet??&lt;br /&gt;rabbit is a home pet, generally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ferst bite was tentatively wary.. but once the ferst bite was swallowed, the rest was quickly chowed down with gusto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a bit after his ferst bite, coz he said it tasted like sausage mcmuffin very convincingly. So i tried, and it did tasted like one, but all the while, my mind was picturing this huge image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361298358640662786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Smcoc6mpWQI/AAAAAAAADGg/XGTXS-qa7Zo/s400/rabbit1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;white house rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361298362542593330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SmcodJI8FTI/AAAAAAAADGo/Cvjcta_NrHU/s400/rabbit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or prolly it was brown. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;But rabbits, nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wondering which part of the body the meat was made of. I reckon the thighs.. ttz the fat part right? But hun said itz prolly the back. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301830636845746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SmcrnAzCurI/AAAAAAAADGw/6BC3LA8kmzU/s400/rabbit3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt tasted nice, but hahaha.. i hard a hard time swallowing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried duck meat n camel's meat. Both i dun like. Duck meat too rubbery, and camel's, too rough. Haha, guess i'll just stick to cow. Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta hit the pillows now! &lt;em&gt;hmwaccchhss!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-4091564068275276257?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4091564068275276257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/wads-ur-meat-choice-tell-me-wads-ur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4091564068275276257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4091564068275276257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/wads-ur-meat-choice-tell-me-wads-ur.html' title='wads ur meat choice tell me wads ur meat choice.. WADS  YOUR MEAT CHOICE... lalala'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Smcoc6mpWQI/AAAAAAAADGg/XGTXS-qa7Zo/s72-c/rabbit1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4106126430822019911</id><published>2009-07-17T21:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:20:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooots!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fridae night, home alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*pout*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aneways, had a fantabulous aweesome day yest with d grlz! Not all tho, Mai n Fida had some things gg on. And then Flo, pract i think. Aneways, the plan was actuallie to go Party World, mwahaha, so cheena liddat, but i got free room for 4 hrs. In teh end, when i called, itz just literally free ROOM, for every 2 person that goes into tt room, itz 48bucks. Said it was tidbits or fruits charge blah3la. So ex!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, in the end, went to Cashbox! Whee~! Me, Linda, Rab and Juliana Barnos. Me came a lil late coz my lessons ended later than theirs. And imagine ar!! The moment I stepped in, the song Beat It started!! And i was to sing it!! Hahaha.. irritatynk to the max! Me n Linda! There's like truckloads of videos, which will be uploaded here soon!! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And summore Rab, Julie Lin's voice all superb superb eh! I felt like katak croaking! Hahah.. tapi, just for the sake of fun kn! Plus, their songs all very GIRL! Hehehehe.. like, Misha.. like, Siti Nurhaliza, Elite all.. the songs i noe all (MALAY songs) are all influences from MR JURAIMI JUMAT. Who is a very jiwang person. So songs like arrow, spoon, fork n knives n sot i noe. Not, Misha nor Aisha ke aper! Hahahaha... So when an odd song came on, they'll be like "Ah! Nie lagu ika!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. I love it when they sang Trauma. Lagu kenangan2 lamerr. Heehee.. Linda sang Misha's song realie2 nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dangdut started. My goodness!!! DANGDUT people?!!! Senggol-seonggolan! Hahaha.. WATCH the video!! Cek Barnos kiter joget! And Linda the cheeky munkee of the day doing her thang! Mischievious lil munkee. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here! The video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(videos cant be played! see bottom! mwahah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K, part tu dun expect ME to be gelek2 ok! Haha.. Then then, wad songs lagik eh we sang, beribula! Itz like 5hours in tt room ok! Haha, actuallie 3hrs onlie right? They offered us time extension, as long as we want, mwahaha, coz nobody also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had, Itz my life! Which me n Linda head-banged, and action like we're holding out a mass concert! Wakakakaka!! There was only the 2 of us in the room then. Hahaha.. Oh! Bye bye bye!! Hahahahahahahahahahhaa... K, tt part i danced my heart out! And i was the onlie one!! Hahahahha.. then lin join, her steps look more like the video la than from my version! Julie was laughing her ass off at me! Haha! Toot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i alrdy said? Rab's voice was like&lt;strong&gt; WOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Sambutla Kasih. All 4 of us sang, rock-style! Haha.. I think there's a video on that.&lt;br /&gt;Then after 4 hrs of continuous singing or so, we began mellowing down, me sang guess wad guess wad??!!! MLTR!!! 25 MINUTESS!! OH yeaah&lt;em&gt; oh yeahh! &lt;/em&gt;And MC My All, which tak abez la, haha, dun ask me y. Wakakaka. Lin sang 2nd round of Pulangla, which Rab closed her eyes all the way, dun wanna c d video. Ahaha, and Rab n Julie songs which i dunno the title. Khakhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we tire ourselves from singing and laughing so much, went teman Julie buy her jeans from DP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And todaeee.. din go skool. =( if not, full week, attendance alrdy. Hmpfrt. Aneways, afternoon was spent @ darl's. His mummie buy for me potato chips! Thotful kn! Hehehe.. which d inrritatynk bugger kept eating from me! Hmph. Hehhh!! Maen2 je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And todae, darling ate the wayyy-preserved brownie which i made for him on his bday.&lt;strong&gt; READ:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 MONTH AGO. It was frozen. Meant to be. And i found out, eating brownie frozen is &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; much moree better!!! Yummie!! Thanks to honeymunchieekynnz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Sgee and ChixLeg sis watching Harry Potter, shouldve said i wanna tag along kn! Now Im bored alrdy! *fold arms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wanna catch the Ice Age 3D tho. For darling. Cian him, since the uhh.. forgot tt time citer aper yg kluar 3D, but we din manage to catch it even tho i promised him. =(&lt;br /&gt;Cinema timing sucks eh. Will try next week. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;HASLINDAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Videos pretty please????&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u darlyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edittedNote: think the video cant be played. will find out y,&lt;em&gt; plus&lt;/em&gt; moreee videos! lin da upload wheee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, since each video will be posted as per entry (since the videos cant be played here, so i hafter direct import from photobucket) but itz gonna be soo many2.. so i'll just post the link yea? shorter n neater tt way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009002.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin - i dunno wads the title of this song! Berakhirla sandiwara i guess??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009003.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same song as above. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009004.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin - Bunga2 cinta. This i noe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009007.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rab &amp;amp; meself - Bila Rindu. Rab's voice is just phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009008.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambutla Kasih - everyone. Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009009.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin &amp;amp; Julie - hm.. nana nana? haha, dun laughla!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wadzthe title for this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009010.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rab &amp;amp; Lin - Pulangla&lt;br /&gt;dun miss the last part. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009011.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan madu fantasia - everyone. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009012.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin n me -jasnita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...bersamamuu juraimii..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009013.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie &amp;amp; me - sungguh comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009014.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Rab - Trauma&lt;br /&gt;Love this song. Very zaman KRU dulu. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009015.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin - seribu tahun. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rab &amp;amp; Julie - Dia. Superb voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009016.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rab &amp;amp; Julie - Senggol-senggolan.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Plus one cheeky munkee dancing!&lt;br /&gt;WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009017.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rab &amp;amp; Julie - menjeling menjeling.&lt;br /&gt;I find this song so makcik2 jempotanlaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009018.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab said my ketahuan is "out of tune maut nyer!" his exacy words!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. i beg to differ. NOT. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16072009019.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/linda_blair/th_16072009019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman tapi mesra - all.&lt;br /&gt;Catch Rab's &lt;em&gt;whoah &lt;/em&gt;voice here too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-4106126430822019911?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4106126430822019911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/wooots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4106126430822019911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4106126430822019911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/wooots.html' title='wooots!!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8513700352752557460</id><published>2009-07-15T23:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:20:05.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing sing sing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olla! Ding dong! &lt;em&gt;12am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Was effynk drained out this afternoon, came back from skool and tros crashed til mlm. Heh, actuallie ttz hows itz been for past days. Aha, da berzaman tk gie skola straight.. haha, i even forgot which bus to take home, if not for Ahxin who stopped me, i think i'll be sesat at Bedok or sumplace alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, Sunday was cool to zee max. There's this Bikerz Idol thing gg on, by the SBI &lt;em&gt;*ehem*&lt;/em&gt; (Singapore Bikes Inc) wahh! i noe alrdy! Wakaka.. itz kinda like Spore Idol thing, but itz a bikerz thing? Fahamtul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So since dahdie is part organiser ov it too, i came with mummie. Darling, org suro masok with his team, he dun want. Hee, reallie laa i've always been in love with his oh verryy veryy sedap voice. *beam*&lt;br /&gt;And aneways, he's working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was like almost 20 designs, all their helmets they put in a row on the stage. Buut coz by the time pn itz alrdy almost finals. So i think some go home alrdy. Tt thing started at 11am. I came at urm, 6 plus, den went home, freshen up and out again, and at 7 plus we're there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz superbly full house. The basketball court was the carpark plus the bwh2 block n makansyiok. That's all considered the carpark for the day. WAHAHA. Hehe, but i still got seat, coz me ferst row. Mwahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, fast forward, it was funny coz they're all up and all out on the stage for dangdut, but not when it comes to like reggae or sumthynk. Haha.. &lt;em&gt;kentalan2.&lt;/em&gt; Kn darling?? Hahaha, oops!! Wakakaka.. samer2 la awak jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics nor videos tho or anythynk, malasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mcm2 if u see. Ader nyanyi dangdut, which seems to take up FOREVER! Ader nyanyi lagu yg our fav song during ITE&lt;em&gt; "hari ini kau dtg riang tersenyum buat ku senangggg".&lt;/em&gt; Kenangan eh lagu tuu. I rmbr q singing her heart out while we're walking back.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But smer the voice was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one guy, *shakes head* i cant stop laughing when i was storying to hun. The guy was soo feeling eh! Hahahahah.. he sang lagu Anwar Zain and urm, yg senota musim salju and siap with feeling poses all.. *stifle laughter* hahahaha.. alar, gitu2 pn second jugak ok! haha.. but reallie, the pose was, PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward, tomr, &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; gg karaoke! &lt;em&gt;Wheeheeeheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me, lin, fida, mai, julie, rabz n flo! Flo u dun last minute tkde ar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for ujan ribot tomr! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmwacks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-8513700352752557460?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8513700352752557460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/sing-sing-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8513700352752557460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8513700352752557460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/sing-sing-sing.html' title='sing sing sing!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-96883620360444903</id><published>2009-07-11T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:54:08.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one named peter, the other named paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No inspiration to blog nowadays. Heehz.&lt;br /&gt;Got my butt off the bed finally on Thurs and Fri and go skool. Hardest thing ever! Mon tues weds, i was all reeady and prepared, but the hardest part is to finally step out of house and ACTUALLIE board the train. Adeee jee alasan to go back home, to detour, to buat bende.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in skool, the lect finally saw my face, and went like "Oh, ika, ure here! I need to speak to u later on" heehee, he called me smart but unmotivated. He din actuallie said unmotivated tho, in his own soft ways. Reallie i should buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so grumpy that Thurs morning, coz everyone (esp the bf!)made me go to skool, and i felt like they were my enemies. HAHAHAA, cam bdak kcik kn! I noe!! But i dunno why! Hahaha.. Aneways, i was so dragging to go Tamp, i walked superbly slow, as tho walking slow cam make classes dissapear. Back to story, walking superbly slow, and guess wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train nyer bende kiap2 tu actuallie kiap-ed me!! TWICE!!! Coz I was so shocked sumthynk was hitting hard on my waist, then i looked down, and the things da bounce back, and it rebounded back to my hips again. All the while, i was standing there doing nothynk! Coz i was shocked kn, but itz just mere 2 secs i think or wadla. Malu man. But continue cam takder happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recorded a video of me singing tadik, my goodness!!! HORRENDOUSS!! itz was so effynk out of tune and shiok sndrik, i was lauging like maddd eh!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;But all the while i was singing so seriouslie! Horribly oblivious to my offkeyness!&lt;br /&gt;Heeh, ok Fida u win. I wun sing to u nemore. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;lol!&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/8729626847955909878-96883620360444903?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/96883620360444903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-named-peter-other-named-paul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/96883620360444903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/96883620360444903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-named-peter-other-named-paul.html' title='one named peter, the other named paul'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3533941001857574524</id><published>2009-07-06T12:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:26:00.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the scenes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realise my titles nvr match my entries! Hahaha, im bad at it la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, deeply in love with Broken Strings. :)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should i go, should i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pull hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;practially almost every entry has got to do somethynk with dragging to go to skool. The distance is &lt;em&gt;killing &lt;/em&gt;me! I wasnt the least bothered by it for the last 3 yrs, and then suddenly itz killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGEEE RELIEF&lt;/span&gt; that both loa has been approved tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana Barnos' birthday turn! Bdak2 july nieeee... Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Happie Birthdae babe!&lt;br /&gt;keep 'em coming! &lt;em&gt;you-know-who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hahaha, ure a boy magnet, au naturel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355197018894518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SlF7UM1wR4I/AAAAAAAADGY/gVea-bbs_S0/s400/n671932915_1521035_9778.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was julie's bday, but all of us couldnt go out. Each had own places to go, but me, haha, cant go out. HA HA. Fair deal tho. So then pester my fam to go out. Chix Leg sis is gd at this. Plan was just to go eat @ Swensen's in the end, when i came back to fetch mua dahdie, he was bringing bakol and durians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where we're going?!&lt;br /&gt;ECP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEEEEHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meh dahdie bwk durians, sis brought candles (romantic candles okie! teehee) and all the relevants stuffs. We fetched mummie and went arab street to buy for our hungry tummies briyanisss and mertabaks and chachos and cokes.. *tummy grumblin'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was effynk packed. We hadter wait 1/2 hours just to exit out into ECP! Cars after cars. So finally we're in. And lucky us,. there's an empty table a few feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loola din join us tho, BORRRRYNN!!! Mwahaha. We ate, played taitis, ate more, and laughed non stop! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During ite class breaks, they always play taiti, but i can only rmbr winning 3 straight games. Of all the times we played! And itu pon kire naseb!! Wahahaha.. Then they stopped teaching me alrdy. It was luck i swear. I was clueless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, totally drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday met meh hunnybunches, where we got stuck in the rain at the busstop at westcoast. Rainy2 day huh? Me like very much. ;&gt; but not exactly when we're atthe road, actuallie. Plus with thunders n lightnings.. err... serious doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pat bus stop tu jgak we took out our poker cards. Hahaha, i told hun skalik kene tangkap eh. That boleh jadik crite klakar alrdy. Haha, stuck in the rain, and got tangkap for &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; gambling. Wahaha, and seblah kiter 2 banglas sitting beside each other each holding thier umbrella above their heads. under the bus stop shelter. heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milp panas, 2 pratas kosong campo kuah under the rain. Romantic? Keke.. almost there.&lt;br /&gt;How i lovee zee rain.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3533941001857574524?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3533941001857574524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/behind-scenes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3533941001857574524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3533941001857574524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/behind-scenes.html' title='behind the scenes.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SlF7UM1wR4I/AAAAAAAADGY/gVea-bbs_S0/s72-c/n671932915_1521035_9778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5242393087727015977</id><published>2009-07-03T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:34:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies never lose compouhhuhohhsure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whee! Itz a FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im still a bit sleepy, but, sumhow feel like blogging so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;Ferst and foremostly, happie birthdaeee to (belated, actuallie! i havent been online so din manage to do this..) NUR HASLINDDDD..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354111822061027490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sk2gVbmqwKI/AAAAAAAADGQ/sqhuBrEs7TE/s400/DSCN3900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hehehe.. syg linda!&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hun's gotten his bike. Haha, but the funny thing was.. the other day, from the shop, he went to me skool to fetch me. So after our chats n talks and joking around, (loola is always amazed why we always cant just mount the bike and go off, we alaways take a longg time, hahaha, i din realise!) finally, we were set to go. And the bike da on smer tau. But the minute i sat behind, the bike abruptly &lt;em&gt;died!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahsey bedahh!! Hahahahahahha!! Irritatynk or wad?!?! HAHAHA.. Tried a gaziallions times later, and finally the bike had to be towed away. Mwahaha, and to think, we're still at the school's carpark. Kakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den hunz friend fetched us! Nice or wad??? Heehz. So 4 of us squeezed behind. And go mkn. Where we met more of them and AND this one apek. Hahahaha! He's hilarious! I mean, im not laughing at him, but he was suprbly funny. I noe i shldnt laugh, but i cant help spluterring giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ELLO!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in such a sing-song way and i reallie thot he was on of hunz fren's fren! Hahahaha... And he said cocacola, which onli Ida understood, in a singsong way too. Darling keep repeating too, which din help at all!! Heehz, funny eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on our way back, kecik sumhow got into a race with a nother car! And he was reaching wad 190??! Or more! Scaries! But fun.. haha.. til we reached almost tuas and we missed our exit. Heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, accompanied hun to his bike shop, and we stayed while they did his bike. Reallie entertaining. The 4 of them all including hun was in such easygoing ppl. There for 11hrs almost i think and then his frenz joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rmbred the &lt;em&gt;"wah, r1 satu bijik, r6 satu bijik and lu bawak FIREBLADE ar?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaahhahaahahahhaahahhaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smbrg eh dorang bebual, hahaha, which is reallile reaaalie entertaining i tell u! Haha.. hun was superbly funny too. heehz!&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/8729626847955909878-5242393087727015977?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5242393087727015977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/ladies-never-lose-compouhhuhohhsure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5242393087727015977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5242393087727015977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/ladies-never-lose-compouhhuhohhsure.html' title='ladies never lose compouhhuhohhsure!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sk2gVbmqwKI/AAAAAAAADGQ/sqhuBrEs7TE/s72-c/DSCN3900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4860188557273807694</id><published>2009-06-28T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:33:53.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rimasss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, so then i figured it out alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why my neck+body turned red is not cause of the lotion, not coz itz hot, but coz of &lt;em&gt;Dettol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I skipped the lotion part, yet it was a bit reddish. So then when i bathe, i skipped the Dettol. Cause wad ild normally do is scrub with dettol den wash &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; my body shower. But i noe Dettol is too strong for my skin, cause the last time i used Dettol, (laen version dunno, but not the 'cool' type, menthol i think) and it left my skin peeling. &lt;em&gt;Eww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dahdie bought the 'cool' one. So i thot i could use this, no side effect wad. For those who use Dettol noes that the cool one is the one that leaves your body superbly cold. Best! But in actual fact, itz heating ur body! And that explains the redness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352412587345552018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkeW49APopI/AAAAAAAADGI/KtfTci4dhQE/s400/skjdh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Subsidised! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thatz me agaen, beranganing. Aaaargh! I wishhh i could play the guitar for real.&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna teach mee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo yesterday with zee fam. Coz meh mummie craving for the kwae teow there @ the Banquet. The one using daun opeh ke ape.. Me had fried fish with banmian mee with milk. Tak best sgt eh, JPnyer jgak best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, met my ol jiran, all the way back at 516. And the mkck2 was practically cooing at me like im still the young toddler then!! Hahahahaha.. omg.. haha, den the boy, i forgot his name la.. whom i always play with. Da bsar eh! Hahaha.. then we were like shyly &lt;em&gt;oh yeah i rmbr u&lt;/em&gt;.. haha hi.. akward moment. But i loveee them. ;&gt; Esp his datok. Fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thnk if ever i were to bump onto uh, wads his name eh.. oh Razi! Ild die of embarassment ok!!!!!! During k1, or k2, i told my tok that i like Razi very much, geramm. And my tok said "kalau geram, cium" and the next day, we were on the skool van, and me and him were sitting behind together. And I practically pulled his head and smoooooched him on his cheeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, he never ever want to talk or see or play with me nemore! Wakakakaka.. now, he's an Ustaz i heard. Wahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky the jiran that i met was the one i play soccer and army2 with. &lt;em&gt;Phew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back @ Vivo, mummie bought fer me a gold cluth bag from F21. I lovee it. Heee. And i saw this one ankle sneakers, with heels!!! How COOL is that?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i imediately fell head over heels for tt! Itz frm pedder red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wishhh im rich, i wish im richh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then while @ Candy Empire, me n Sgee bumped onto Peter n Soon Lee from Fighting Spiders!! Wahahaha.. kental i noe, but citer tu best ok! Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we went over to Labrador park, to enoy our chocolate loot. Whee! My fav Froggie Freddo! I esp like when itz almost melting, but not melted. Like itz solid, but one u put it inside your mouth, the chocolate just melts and you have those mouthful of creamy2 choc. ChixLeg sis bought those Lindt chocs. I dun like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pastu ader tikos!!!! Eww!! I mean at Lab. park, not at our chocs. And kitrang all da jumped up onto the benches squealing! Hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaela, my back is killing me. Wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-4860188557273807694?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4860188557273807694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/rimasss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4860188557273807694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4860188557273807694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/rimasss.html' title='rimasss'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkeW49APopI/AAAAAAAADGI/KtfTci4dhQE/s72-c/skjdh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5612883433456724047</id><published>2009-06-27T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:40:56.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be transformed not terminated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw my title? Saw that at Dhoby?? Hahaha.. very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend!!!&lt;em&gt; Wheeeeeeee!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that weekdays actuallie made a difference this week..&lt;br /&gt;I went to skool on Friday. Only. The rest was skipped. I cant express how i feel bout skool now. *pull hair*&lt;br /&gt;Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna blog bout this week, but my mind cant seem to rmbr a thing. Like, my memory is seriuoslie scarie now. I dun rmbr things, where i put them, whther ive done certain things, wad i did. Must. eat more.. urm, fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. Prefer meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, yesterday.. aah yesterday i rmbr. Heehee. So after skool, bought JCo donuts with Fida, nak Tiramisu den tkder. Boryn! And and saw Lionel Lewis and some other unknown (to me) football players. Like, my head &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; did a double take. Cant believe it! And i walked smiling to myself. Haha.. Itz just somethynk silly la actualile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun find him cute nemore now, just that, haha i found him cute,&lt;em&gt; then&lt;/em&gt;. Dunno why. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Abg Iwan thot i saw Lionel &lt;em&gt;Ritchie&lt;/em&gt;. Heehz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change channel. Watched Transformers yesterdae, with zee darl and his cousins, abg iwan and razlie! Woots, fun! Everywhere was full house and selling out fast and the q! To masok the cinema was like whoaah... Kaya kaya kaya the director. Or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Newaes, we were like back and foth from Cathay, to PlazaSing then back agaen, and then back agaen to PlazaSing! No slot! Met Fida n bf there, they too din get any tix. So, yeah after more checking out, we walked over to Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us walking over to Suntec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938396408777714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnnaG4C_I/AAAAAAAADFQ/BqXmnpSlIrg/s400/4767_95842751481_716996481_2135016_506425_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He keep calling me lobster, coz my neck was effynk red that day. I dunno why! Since morning. Even Fida commented on it. Hm, nak ckp panas, i wasnt feeling hot, coz it onlie turn red when im feeling hot. Hmmm... Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938399785669346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnnmr_UuI/AAAAAAAADFY/YgHc9BZ2kOY/s400/4767_95842756481_716996481_2135017_1396657_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Abg Iwan, Razlie n munchieekynnz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnoWN9YlI/AAAAAAAADFw/1F6T1R76aNw/s1600-h/4767_95842781481_716996481_2135020_3319522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938412544614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnoWN9YlI/AAAAAAAADFw/1F6T1R76aNw/s400/4767_95842781481_716996481_2135020_3319522_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnoMfop0I/AAAAAAAADFo/Ae19HNQ2xYw/s1600-h/4767_95842771481_716996481_2135019_1046558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938409934399298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnoMfop0I/AAAAAAAADFo/Ae19HNQ2xYw/s400/4767_95842771481_716996481_2135019_1046558_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938406356350866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnn_Kj95I/AAAAAAAADFg/iTYxoNixkdw/s400/4767_95842766481_716996481_2135018_3018695_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun mmg fun kn darl, tapi kalau da jauh tetap rase right? Hahaha... i got foot cramp. Reached Marina to eat and this part is so very sweet. Hun offered to massage my feet and he actuallie did before i stopped him! Heehehehehehehehehehehe.. coz we're at eating place! Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;K, i cant stop grinning like mad now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mkn at Marina. Satisfied my craving for udon. Fried udon it was, was craving for soupy udon, but got UDON novertheless. Wheehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Suntec. And it was mad hilarious! Abg Iwan Razlie n hun wont stop kutok-ing Eng Wah. Ya, we all noe, &lt;em&gt;Eng Wah&lt;/em&gt;. But haha.. toilet nyer kes la.. the place, but wad most gave me tummy stitch was the PIZZA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaahhaa... i dunno how to say this, i guess u hafter to be there la. But hun ordered this pizza combo, wahh.. gambar many nyer appetising. So while we waited at the corner, show was at 10.05, but we're still outside at 10.15, waiting for the pizza still. I asked Razlie why we're waiting, and his answer was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie kn &lt;em&gt;Eng Wah&lt;/em&gt;, bkan Cathay, takder antar2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumthynk like dat, and they start the kutok2 again, haha. but the MAIN part was, when the guy behind the counter called hun, and held out an &lt;em&gt;effynk small&lt;/em&gt; paper plate for the &lt;em&gt;minute pizza!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how we burst into uncontrollable fit of laughter!!!! We cant help ourselves laaa!!!! And they guy looked at me, confused and smile unsurely then walk away.. ahahaha, he have &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiter ingat pizza dier many nyer besar!! Haahahaha.. Razlie said puas hati bli kat 7-11! Hahahahahahaahha.. reallie eh.. that was &lt;em&gt;mad hilarious&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian baby. Hahaha.. pathetic pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then!!! Inside the cinema!! Starting was classic to the max eh! Hahahaa!! Like, alar the Eng Wah starting, u noe? Cam.. put it this way, Abg Iwan ckp jap lagik citer &lt;em&gt;Bruce Lee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaaaaaa.. bangse dulu2 nyer starting! Hahahahaaa... And even worst, the big screen was only half. The other half was covered by sumtynk. Razlie was like "Ok!" And position himself to watch the othe left half. Hahahaha.. they're effynk funny i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the movie started, everyone was&lt;em&gt; "oiiiiiii..."&lt;/em&gt; coz screen kene covered mah. Eventuallie the technical guys removed it. Haha.. *shakes head* Eng Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun got to feast his eyes on Megan Foxx and me on Josh Duhamel. Fair game! Hehehee.. i &lt;em&gt;loveee&lt;/em&gt; his dry voice. And his profile. And his hair. And everythynk else. Haha.. darl squeezed me cam nak rak eh when i told him i stumbled upon Josh's urm, stuffs eh. Hahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938595895153026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnzBQIkYI/AAAAAAAADF4/XHG9yYCwL2A/s400/4767_95844201481_716996481_2135043_197453_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;@ Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938598119034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnzJiWT4I/AAAAAAAADGA/y9r3iC04BYo/s400/4767_95844206481_716996481_2135044_3076302_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; @ Suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos courtesy of Razlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant meet hun for one week alrdy! heehz, pout. U bad influence u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5612883433456724047?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5612883433456724047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-transformed-not-terminated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5612883433456724047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5612883433456724047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-transformed-not-terminated.html' title='be transformed not terminated'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkXnnaG4C_I/AAAAAAAADFQ/BqXmnpSlIrg/s72-c/4767_95842751481_716996481_2135016_506425_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5955406502336590288</id><published>2009-06-24T23:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:38:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>munchieez bday, fatherz day and k.o.k pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aisey, tried gazillion times to upload the video, but it just wun upload. Borrynn. And the many2 videos i took of him, is stil with him and the pics. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tu next time je la yer.. Anyways, his bday.. i wish i couldve done better.. =( he was a lil.. &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;that day? but that's beside the point. Just thot a lil more from me wouldnt hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hee, so woke up, pumped up. Me drove over to JP and bought stuffs, came back and bakes cookies and brownies. But the cookies, it was supposed to be the black kind. He loves the black kind cookies, but sumhow this turned out brown. Double chocolate chunk. No no nooooo... it's supposed to be the &lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt; kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after baking 3 batches of that, proceed to bake the brownies plak. Heh hehh. Baked him at the round can tin, so that it looks like a cake. But ended up, i have tp cut it into small triangular cuts to fit into the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after packing, searched for candles. And when i asked me mum wheres all the candles, guess wad candles she directed me over to?? The HUGEEE docorating candles!!! I was thinking more of the&lt;em&gt; bday&lt;/em&gt; candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahaaaa.... Wah! Sakit hati ouhh!!! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Den i decided that brownies are suppoed to be rectangular cuts. If not, theyjust dun seem right. So i set the triangular cuts aside, and packed the rectangular ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excitement i tell u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then met the hunnybunches, a few planning hiccups. I &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; his kakak sedare's rewang taht day. =( Then! Reached Clarke Quay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i told him to guess wad the plan was, he was like, was that shop, that event that banyak la he read. Then i told him he could &lt;em&gt;seeeeee&lt;/em&gt; it alrdy. His face was effynk blur. THEN when he eventuallie got it, it was pricelesss!!!!! He was like &lt;em&gt;"GMAX?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahahahahaaa!!!!! &lt;em&gt;That expression!&lt;/em&gt; Love it to the max! Hahaha.. should i tell hun how u try to skive from it? Hahahaha.... alasans demi alasannsss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yes, eventualile, we did. video cant be uploaded tho. *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw5XDEqoI/AAAAAAAADFI/3-H6tall4bw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963438011329154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw5XDEqoI/AAAAAAAADFI/3-H6tall4bw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me pulling my strap, full force, as tightly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw5C2Rr4I/AAAAAAAADFA/zkQzU3OxEd4/s1600-h/1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963432588947330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw5C2Rr4I/AAAAAAAADFA/zkQzU3OxEd4/s400/1A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hun laughing at me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw444cILI/AAAAAAAADE4/_hT3LB_fIFI/s1600-h/1B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963429913665714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw444cILI/AAAAAAAADE4/_hT3LB_fIFI/s400/1B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grls still pulling. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw4hTKEEI/AAAAAAAADEw/C1k090PvpnM/s1600-h/1C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963423583277122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw4hTKEEI/AAAAAAAADEw/C1k090PvpnM/s400/1C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we goo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw4R9iNOI/AAAAAAAADEo/W_JTuh-L-bs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963419466052834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw4R9iNOI/AAAAAAAADEo/W_JTuh-L-bs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEEE.. &lt;em&gt;adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwrYny1tI/AAAAAAAADEg/IDLEibsXPjs/s1600-h/2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963197915616978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwrYny1tI/AAAAAAAADEg/IDLEibsXPjs/s400/2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny how hun's body went all stiff and mine was all over!&lt;br /&gt;O-p-p-o-s-i-t-e!&lt;br /&gt;Opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwrB6EN0I/AAAAAAAADEY/kL98sW6HjYM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963191818237762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwrB6EN0I/AAAAAAAADEY/kL98sW6HjYM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwrJLgTCI/AAAAAAAADEQ/QPaqxYv11ZM/s1600-h/3A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963193770429474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwrJLgTCI/AAAAAAAADEQ/QPaqxYv11ZM/s400/3A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwq6yvzeI/AAAAAAAADEI/VzNsDJcYzRw/s1600-h/3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963189908491746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwq6yvzeI/AAAAAAAADEI/VzNsDJcYzRw/s400/3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwqi2dRKI/AAAAAAAADEA/lx7evPSbU-8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963183481603234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwqi2dRKI/AAAAAAAADEA/lx7evPSbU-8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwgyTNT0I/AAAAAAAADD4/hzf2MOQXops/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963015830032194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwgyTNT0I/AAAAAAAADD4/hzf2MOQXops/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwgUAuYSI/AAAAAAAADDw/up0f8O8vCWs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963007699444002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwgUAuYSI/AAAAAAAADDw/up0f8O8vCWs/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwgeJfukI/AAAAAAAADDo/yeYCXjvAwrw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350963010420587074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwgeJfukI/AAAAAAAADDo/yeYCXjvAwrw/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwfwAsZ_I/AAAAAAAADDg/wfcikpkaDWw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350962998035638258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwfwAsZ_I/AAAAAAAADDg/wfcikpkaDWw/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwf2e2VGI/AAAAAAAADDY/i5oN_ijqGOY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350962999772730466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJwf2e2VGI/AAAAAAAADDY/i5oN_ijqGOY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu-JfM0jI/AAAAAAAADDQ/8Zt_OCEe1h0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350961321247298098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu-JfM0jI/AAAAAAAADDQ/8Zt_OCEe1h0/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu91ADi7I/AAAAAAAADDI/cfkrgpr5Jsc/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350961315747957682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu91ADi7I/AAAAAAAADDI/cfkrgpr5Jsc/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu9sSUANI/AAAAAAAADDA/2Ue4-YOnP7Q/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350961313408614610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu9sSUANI/AAAAAAAADDA/2Ue4-YOnP7Q/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu9ZEhFHI/AAAAAAAADC4/ypkQmmTIRDc/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350961308250477682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu9ZEhFHI/AAAAAAAADC4/ypkQmmTIRDc/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's still holding...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu9d2C6PI/AAAAAAAADCw/zjHZW2R-MrY/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350961309531957490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJu9d2C6PI/AAAAAAAADCw/zjHZW2R-MrY/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtT2sA3wI/AAAAAAAADCo/pDnJXKyhuu4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959495134633730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtT2sA3wI/AAAAAAAADCo/pDnJXKyhuu4/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtTahHU1I/AAAAAAAADCg/vBjBqz6-D4o/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959487572726610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtTahHU1I/AAAAAAAADCg/vBjBqz6-D4o/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtTPRmV3I/AAAAAAAADCY/Q48kU8xJJYE/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959484554860402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtTPRmV3I/AAAAAAAADCY/Q48kU8xJJYE/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtS4b7PnI/AAAAAAAADCQ/Sbfi7qjVWVE/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959478424157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtS4b7PnI/AAAAAAAADCQ/Sbfi7qjVWVE/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtSgsRNgI/AAAAAAAADCI/yklc0d8KvlM/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959472050255362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtSgsRNgI/AAAAAAAADCI/yklc0d8KvlM/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtAVCByWI/AAAAAAAADCA/U3TwN2NcYq8/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959159682648418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtAVCByWI/AAAAAAAADCA/U3TwN2NcYq8/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtAJJ-QmI/AAAAAAAADB4/44b7EqbMW-A/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959156494746210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJtAJJ-QmI/AAAAAAAADB4/44b7EqbMW-A/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJs_5LfzOI/AAAAAAAADBw/vvc8OS3KRZ8/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959152206171362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJs_5LfzOI/AAAAAAAADBw/vvc8OS3KRZ8/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJs_hg7oxI/AAAAAAAADBo/RsFgXYz2Yg8/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959145853625106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJs_hg7oxI/AAAAAAAADBo/RsFgXYz2Yg8/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJs_VhmFaI/AAAAAAAADBg/YXPgKTlusYQ/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350959142635181474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJs_VhmFaI/AAAAAAAADBg/YXPgKTlusYQ/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed over to Cappodacia, reservation was at 7 but i think we reached later coz nak carik dier was like a maze eh. And apparently, the place was kinda kosong jugak. But we got the best seat. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should i describe the place? I want to. So skip if needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hm, k, outside you can sit (on chairs) and sheesha and watched the effynk big screen, prolly for football purposed. Think parade square, with lil cafe's alfresco style by the perimeter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside, thank god for the good blasting of aircon after a long long walk, everythynk's dimmed. Save a a spotlight at our table, heh. And very very plush chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itz a Turkish cuisine btw. But me ordered Pizza Margarita! Italian obviouslie, and delightfully YUMMMMMMy!!!!!!!! Hun had.. kogyata beftegi, i rmbred coz the way the waitress pronounced it makes it so exotic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itz.. a steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, oh then the appetizer.. hun discovered sumthynk on it.. hmm, shall not mention it here, hahaha, nvr knoe whoz reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh but the dessets, aahhh... the desserts... i love the baklava. Very cereal like... yummm yumm. Paired with vanialla ice cream topped with pistachios... and mango scoop... I love the cereal-like baklava. Literally melt in the mouth while your eyes rolls in estacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*rolling and drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So while, waiting for the food to come, gave him his bday manual. Haha, ive wanted to do this since yeaaars ago, baru terbikin. Haha.. I think itz about 40 pages.. wakakakaka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still owe me ur 21 wishes cen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350918531066075074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJIDbo_l8I/AAAAAAAAC_o/1j3xMSOC11E/s400/sdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Aneways, actuallie was to go on the river cruise aka bumboat. Tapi dunno why that day jugak was the river festival, so there was free rides i think, and keramaian. So plan changed, and nite was altered to suits. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, he went for Kak Mamar's wedding, while me went ouver to Joho. Fatherz Day!!!!!! My mind went blank to think of things to buy for me dahdie. Haha, why is it mothers day is such a big hoohaa, and fatherz day... haaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess wad? we even celebrated at the wrong date. Last week! Wakakakaka!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me sissies gave a Guy Sumthynk brand wallet. Me? Dun want to tell wad! Blueks. Went Tanjong Adang, haha.. i think these pics pon later2 la.. with the Loola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have others pics tho! Mwahahaha.. berzaman lalu! Karaoking with his cuzzins, last Feb. The one we sang.. uh..&lt;em&gt; sungguh comel&lt;/em&gt;. Kekekekekeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNN9WWU9I/AAAAAAAADAw/9uuxZ5Lch1s/s1600-h/2362_1054636577608_1576634670_30146764_3392010_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924209471509458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNN9WWU9I/AAAAAAAADAw/9uuxZ5Lch1s/s400/2362_1054636577608_1576634670_30146764_3392010_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My rocker ngah basking in the limelight. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNjXLcNI/AAAAAAAADAo/mqBF2V1QmeU/s1600-h/2362_1054636617609_1576634670_30146765_3686366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924202495668434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNjXLcNI/AAAAAAAADAo/mqBF2V1QmeU/s400/2362_1054636617609_1576634670_30146765_3686366_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Newly married couple! Kak Mamar n husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNV7uOtI/AAAAAAAADAg/C8Le5lCdNU4/s1600-h/2362_1054636817614_1576634670_30146770_5248028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924198890846930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNV7uOtI/AAAAAAAADAg/C8Le5lCdNU4/s400/2362_1054636817614_1576634670_30146770_5248028_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His cuzzins n me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNA7TUpI/AAAAAAAADAY/sZLZTeV-WUM/s1600-h/n1576634670_30146783_7971421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924193251938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNA7TUpI/AAAAAAAADAY/sZLZTeV-WUM/s400/n1576634670_30146783_7971421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Munchiiez. Yes, that's mine. scratch that,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; loola's&lt;/span&gt; aka ehem mine ehem cardi. Heh, he loves grlz stuff i told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNPzELHI/AAAAAAAADAQ/cB1gwQjRBqE/s1600-h/2362_1054637457630_1576634670_30146784_6729898_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924197243923570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJNNPzELHI/AAAAAAAADAQ/cB1gwQjRBqE/s400/2362_1054637457630_1576634670_30146784_6729898_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why do i always have this crooked smile??!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350923811817801378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJM2z-URqI/AAAAAAAADAI/pk9s_FBMt3U/s400/n1576634670_30146760_2422912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJM2vQY0PI/AAAAAAAADAA/ebPJSjQpkcg/s1600-h/n1576634670_30146763_681240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350923810551419122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJM2vQY0PI/AAAAAAAADAA/ebPJSjQpkcg/s400/n1576634670_30146763_681240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350923768826010018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJM0T0RmaI/AAAAAAAAC_4/WYFNjpvLERI/s400/n1576634670_30146768_6144864.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cousins. ;&amp;gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350923764047987042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJM0CBGwWI/AAAAAAAAC_w/ziuNcZ0Jsqw/s400/n1576634670_30146769_7840650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah!! why cant the video be uploadedddd... how to rip video from dvd uh?&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/8729626847955909878-5955406502336590288?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5955406502336590288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/munchieez-bday-fatherz-day-and-kok-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5955406502336590288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5955406502336590288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/munchieez-bday-fatherz-day-and-kok-pics.html' title='munchieez bday, fatherz day and k.o.k pics.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SkJw5XDEqoI/AAAAAAAADFI/3-H6tall4bw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4184908310987924134</id><published>2009-06-22T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:54:52.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twainnie one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthdae boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sj7_7m9VJ2I/AAAAAAAAC_g/SgcYVvm0RUQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090617_371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349994806897878882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sj7_7m9VJ2I/AAAAAAAAC_g/SgcYVvm0RUQ/s400/Snapshot_20090617_371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ild love to update bout the bdae, but no pic, no videos all with him.&lt;br /&gt;SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. dun miss his priceless expression. WAKAKAKAKAKAAA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched it over and over agaen, and every time i cant help but fall into fits of endless laughter!&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/8729626847955909878-4184908310987924134?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4184908310987924134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/twainnie-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4184908310987924134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4184908310987924134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/twainnie-one.html' title='twainnie one'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sj7_7m9VJ2I/AAAAAAAAC_g/SgcYVvm0RUQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20090617_371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-447177954192954397</id><published>2009-06-18T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:33:27.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fillingg uppp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itz THURSDAY alrdy?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is moving effynk fast! And in a matter of 2 days, the bf is 21 alrdy! in a matter of another 2 days after tt, back to skool alrdy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways. Make full use of the days left. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Me have finally permed me hair. Was dead right hating it when i walked out of the salon. Took matters in my own hands, cut the hair, continuouslie intensed treated my hair, conditioned it like a gaziilions times, and heh coloured it. DIY. And not one colour. not two. THREE. hahaha, all these, the cutting, the colouring at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt stand it nermore.&lt;br /&gt;And now, im lurving it. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to meeee.&lt;br /&gt;The hairstylist wun hear wad i want eh. He just go ahead with wad&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; wants. Hmpfrt.&lt;br /&gt;But coz he awfully nice, he's forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went for full body massage too. Wheeeeee!! Not as good as the previous spa tho. But, it was nice! Tell me, which massage is never heavenly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She made me don an orange think silky batik, (hehehe, i was twirling and triwling alone with myself wrapped in it! felt so good the kain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the massage, me went alone to the sauna. Exceeded the 15 minutes, coz halfway then i turned the timer, and keep splashing the water into the coal. Then went i went out, was swaying a bit dizzily. Haha.. had cold splash of shower after tt, wheeeeeeeee... superbly refreshhingggg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go for the jacuzzi, but din bring any swimming costume. Tooopiiiiid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed back to me room, nobody was there. Checked dahdiee's room pn nobody.Sgee went swimming, dahdiee foot massage, mummie spa with the rest of my aunts. So made myself maggie and cralwed under the comforter and watched cartoon, eating instant noodle. Aahhh,.. idea of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i din even bring a change of clothes for sleeping time. Naseb brought extra tee shirt and then wore Sgee's boxer. Hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and my hp rosak. AGAEN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This time, am pissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348564864474489762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SjnraAUjI6I/AAAAAAAAC_A/y29UtKqjmRI/s400/Snapshot_20090614.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz da chanteq2!!! Den rosak!&lt;br /&gt;I BEJEWELLED it myself. Teehee. It&lt;em&gt; sparkles&lt;/em&gt; ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpfrt. But wad naseb, I seem to can only use hp "burok2" Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burok&lt;em&gt; tapi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;functional&lt;/u&gt;. Even if tt means talking to the phone means forever on soeakerphone mode. I dun reallie care for gadets, so long they work. Esp. smses. But after bejewelling this phone, (which is da phone lamer jgak, haha) it dies on me after wad 3 days of beauty?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh... sakit hati ouh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched, Land of the Lost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348565661113393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SjnsIYCEITI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/cAjntAxpYZY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think itz hilarious! Esp the part when he kene giget.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*still laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaela, wanna head down to JP alrdy. Tatatataaa!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348564869912295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SjnraUlBegI/AAAAAAAAC_I/DQSlYI9RayE/s400/Snapshot_20090617_81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-447177954192954397?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/447177954192954397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/fillingg-uppp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/447177954192954397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/447177954192954397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/fillingg-uppp.html' title='fillingg uppp'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SjnraAUjI6I/AAAAAAAAC_A/y29UtKqjmRI/s72-c/Snapshot_20090614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-457179945043753588</id><published>2009-06-14T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:44:40.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wad a wonderful worldddd....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hollaaaa!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check! 2 forteee treee ayee ammm.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha.. me cant sleep, as usual. I reallie need to revisit the doc and have him prescribe me the magical sleeping pills, bestt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, today have rock inspiration. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Since my voice mcm&lt;em&gt; ehem,&lt;/em&gt; serak2 basah kn nie, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*coy*&lt;/span&gt; tk abez2 nak nyanyi. I sang to hun and asked him ade mcm Amuk tak, he said... ape eh he said.. luper, tapi yg tak baek. &lt;strong&gt;Hmpfrrrrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him up last minute just now, coz i was superbly dying of boredom at home, so we went out. Had late dinner at Breeks at town, alamakk, mkn kelam kabut eh.. coz tmpt pon da nak tutop..&lt;br /&gt;Aisey, we havent even reached our dessert, dier da present bill. Haha... But still, yummieessss, so my cravings for lasagne&lt;em&gt; (thanks to fb sidebar, always showing lasagne)&lt;/em&gt; has been relished! &lt;strong&gt;*yum yum chomp chomp!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter, after our tummies are practically bursting, sat around Taka for a while, before the baby ganyot ngantok alrdy. Haha, &lt;em&gt;mkn tido mkn tido&lt;/em&gt;. So cabbed back and he tros tdo. Haha.. takpe, penat bekerje. kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fer meeeeee...........&lt;br /&gt;I played zombie!! &lt;em&gt;Nak tgk taaaaaaaaaaak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just takmo ketawe.&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke, bedek2, da famous ar..&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedek2 my own &lt;em&gt;"cover".&lt;/em&gt; Wahahahaha, mcm paham la Assyadika nie. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;alar, just watch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37226f59361ff84c" 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" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37226f59361ff84c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F583F8F2528080636C16643D94E1F0F4F340B11.7B624153A058EE9CD579078B147CAA6770307F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37226f59361ff84c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv1dkHVW1Qsr50BFhvLaGbHq6QpM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D37226f59361ff84c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F583F8F2528080636C16643D94E1F0F4F340B11.7B624153A058EE9CD579078B147CAA6770307F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37226f59361ff84c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv1dkHVW1Qsr50BFhvLaGbHq6QpM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?? Believable??&lt;br /&gt;*beam beam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke.. yg tau maen guitar, ssh ssh je okie? Hahaha.. chords baru nie smer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coz i told u im feeling reaaaalie&lt;em&gt; reaaalie&lt;/em&gt; feeling nak nyanyi, here's another one!&lt;br /&gt;By yancikk - cahaya. Need to credit, mane tau.. hahaha.. skalik jadik yg case penawar cinta, eh hmm, yg cinta 3 segi.. oh! &lt;em&gt;Perangkap&lt;/em&gt; cinta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;takla, maen2 je. Action je. Tak eksyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-12a141fbbdce17d4" 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" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12a141fbbdce17d4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D634F37A9416942197E610CB4B9A7E15A3A8A34F5.3DF35CB98787771A5760DA88BC5EFF7237A5835D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12a141fbbdce17d4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIBUul7oClm0UriB0xlNtTGtKFY4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12a141fbbdce17d4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331372571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D634F37A9416942197E610CB4B9A7E15A3A8A34F5.3DF35CB98787771A5760DA88BC5EFF7237A5835D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12a141fbbdce17d4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIBUul7oClm0UriB0xlNtTGtKFY4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howwwww??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... cant reallie hear the rockesnness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuallie, have one more, alar, tapi takperla, tu malu. Tu betol2 all out. Hahahahaahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmwacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of courseee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPIE BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;MAISARAH OLI MOHD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346884572392886946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SjPzMIh-kqI/AAAAAAAAC-4/EpbKKqUtw78/s400/mai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-457179945043753588?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=12a141fbbdce17d4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=37226f59361ff84c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/457179945043753588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/wad-wonderful-worldddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/457179945043753588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/457179945043753588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/wad-wonderful-worldddd.html' title='Wad a wonderful worldddd....'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SjPzMIh-kqI/AAAAAAAAC-4/EpbKKqUtw78/s72-c/mai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7359633937765358176</id><published>2009-06-12T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:16:13.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been busy, then bored, den busy den tired den, now sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Monster vs Aliens the other day with hun and Sgee. But takder yg digital. Boryn!&lt;br /&gt;It was okay, but wad made it unbearable was my bursting bladder! I was like literally antsy, so after much tahan-ing, stood up to go to the toilet. Woohoo guess wad?? Takleh jalan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went the other way, coz it was a small theatre, thot can walk down the other aisle, turned out, cant. Wahsey, malu man. Then since we're in the reallie insde corner, dun wanna make a hassle by going thru the people's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all i wanted was for the movie to be over ASAP. And ran for the toilet after that.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me head's throbbing, and hun massaged my head yesterday, wow, itz like heavenly eh. Now i need another head massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if u have fever cant go out of the country. But, im not having fever, but everythynk else, skalik cant lepas go Batam this sunday? Haha... wow, ok gtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-7359633937765358176?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7359633937765358176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7359633937765358176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7359633937765358176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-one.html' title='Quick one.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2857415219649583574</id><published>2009-06-06T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:31:59.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one on..dinosaurs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally after hm, almost a week? i think of not meeting the bf, met him yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Wah.. manyiak lindu ohh..&lt;br /&gt;After which, joined his family ate at banquet..&lt;br /&gt;and separated again, me dragged hun to zee lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekee.. so while excited me browse along the psychology shelf, hun stood beside me bored. Hahaahha.. that is the reason why we rarely ever get to the lib ever together! The last time was &lt;em&gt;eons&lt;/em&gt; ago! He fidget and fidget around, then i told him to sit sumwhere ferst and pomised to meet him another ten minutes.. and then, after getting my &lt;em&gt;oh-so-interesting!!!&lt;/em&gt; book, searched for the cen, and saw him on the couch. Guess reading wad book??? A thick large dinosaur book!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed then and there and he mati2 ckp, &lt;em&gt;nie buku adult la!&lt;/em&gt; Actuallie, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; la, but dinosaur?? Hahahha.. so effynk adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... mcm nak squeeze his cheeks kat situ, situ jugak. Haha.. So i sat beside him and read my book while he flipped pages after pages of huge pictures of dinosaurs.. Hahaha.. for quite a long time ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back, almost to the closing hours, when they gave the announcement. Walked back, tired and weary.. lucky his arms around me, i love wakling but my weight's all supported by him while i walked and looked at the stars. heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things he do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-2857415219649583574?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2857415219649583574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-ondinosaurs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2857415219649583574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2857415219649583574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-ondinosaurs.html' title='the one on..dinosaurs.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-260094867808132494</id><published>2009-06-04T04:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:34:25.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.30am, just moving on to the 2nd lecture. &lt;s&gt;im doomed eh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to fail, is halfway failure.&lt;br /&gt;or sumthynk liddaat. i onlie noe, failing to plan is planning to fail la.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was effynk rushing today, last minnute studying, and papaer starts at 3.30, and at 3 then i went out of the house. Drove like mad. Heh, turned out, i wasnt late one bit. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loola is behind me, doing her drawings, we were having subway and prata at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;heh, alar, she mmg nak temankn me agaknye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadik balek from skool, ngah nak anta Rab, haha this subaru car is so irritatynk kn julie??&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... laughed our heads off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-260094867808132494?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/260094867808132494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/260094867808132494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/260094867808132494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-paper.html' title='last paper.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3276721894303115382</id><published>2009-06-03T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:24:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday night was rough wasnt it..&lt;br /&gt;Had a terrible time, before sleep gets hold of me, deep... very very deep. Then i rmbred the nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;THE SAME NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;AT THE SAME PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itz been a very &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;long while, since the ferst one. I dunno where this place is, but i noe itz a hospital.. have i blogged bout it bfore? not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the place.. there's many sections of places to it, but the main highlight &lt;em&gt;(the most gore part)&lt;/em&gt; will always take place here at the one basement. To get to this basement, there's a very long lorong, and there's a quiet door by the lorong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you enter this door, another one long lorong (the ferst nightmare, i saw the old lady here) but yesterday, there was nobody there, (as im typing, im having serious case goosebumps here!) and i walked on till i see another door, then i hafter to get through deep, and very echo-y maze like staircases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's pipes running above.. and itz very very sppoky. Once you get in, it'll be a long time til u get to the end exit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so in this nightmare, after walking through the lorongs, i rmbred holding somebody's hand. But i couldnt rmbr who or how it looks like. Only the holding of hands, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felt so real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So real, that when later i woke up, i could still rmbr the touch. But itz not normal holding. Itz like when u hold a kids hand by the wrist type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i got to the door to the basement, i din rmbr it anymore. I rmbr being alone. Then a guy came strolling. I asked him if he could accompany me down to the basement, he told me no. So i went ahead and started walking. After going down the stairs for a while, i heard the door banged close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I carried on walking and thatz when i realised, i wasnt alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy was follwing me, and sumhow the presence din make me feel any safer, in fact it alarmed me, and sure enough, when i turned around, he attacked and tried to rape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed, and then that when i saw the stairs was not stable. I kicked him off me, and the stairs gave way, and i heard the loud, &lt;em&gt;very dense thump&lt;/em&gt; of his head crashing to the floor. As i said, it was a very long way down. The sound was terrible. Like if u hear it, sumthynk inside you will surely die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumhow, i escaped from the falling stairs. And when i looked down, his head was all smashed up, and blood was all over him..... Thatz when i started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i woke up, it felt like &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; my heart started to beat again. Felt like as tho, when i was sleeping, the heard refused to beat, and when i finally woke up, the whole relief was just very overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I froze there for a while, thinking nothing.. and then i realised, there very loud angry thunders and lightnings outside. Which, made me froze even longer. I noe i should close my windows, (i had my blinds and drapes over) but was too afraid to get near the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i finally moved and pulled my comforter over me, and that's when i rmbred the feeling of holding sumone's wrist was VERY VERY real. Then the sound of my blinds banging on the grills made me close the window and rush back to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldnt sleep as long as itz storming outside. When evetually i realise, itz became quiet outside, i closed my eyes and relaxed my body. And THEN the maha-thunder came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I practically shuddered and dug myself deeper into my comforters.. scaries eh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when i woke up again, it was the peaceful morning after. To an agry voice. I was rambling unconciouslie on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, why &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; place? where &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; that place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About the guy..&lt;em&gt; i think i noe why. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3276721894303115382?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3276721894303115382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/rough-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3276721894303115382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3276721894303115382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/rough-night.html' title='rough night.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7893770111684406448</id><published>2009-06-02T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:08:05.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings.. and more cravingsssssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itz 12.49 and i cant sleep.. tomr's paper is morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eyes are begging to sleep, but the thing is when i am trying to get some shuteye, this mind of mine fills up with things, so many2 things, and then suddenly i got thinking and thinking.. till i sit up and finally blog so that some of those words are filtered in through here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up early today, bought some breakfast - mee hoon and kway teow goreng, and teeehee, guess wad? I got extra free prata.. keke.. he say &lt;em&gt;"tt one i blanja u" &lt;/em&gt;hahaha, and i went &lt;em&gt;"alalala, so sweet"&lt;/em&gt; without thinking. haha.. i thnk i talk to hun too much alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, me went Eunos with the bf, while he rides, i drive. Haha, cool or wad? To send his bike to the bike shop, and then he rode with me and we went LTA, which is so tmpt ulu eh... And when we got back to the bike shop and to go home, he was very reluctant to leave and kept looking back at his bike.. touch her here, there, run his hands over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian my bf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehz, i rmbr his words &lt;em&gt;"saper2 dpt dier, snang."&lt;/em&gt; as in creates no prob all.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;so then, me crave for soggy prata, AGAEN. Just bought them last night, but me want prata kosong campo kuah soggy2 one AGAEN! Then after deciding on WestCoast, both of us forgot and like by default, went JP. hahahahah.. i din realise it until after i was back at home. Haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, i din have my soggy prata. The banquet da bez. Chett. He wanted to search other places for me to have my prata, but me malasiii... sumhow i wanted to eat Indian food, like with papadum all.. with the runny, spicy resum soup and masala.. oh yum yummm... but ended up buying fishball noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, dun ask me y.&lt;br /&gt;oh, jp now have new shop at basement, call sumthynk junior. Chewy Junior i think? They sell thse small lil cute puffs, and ohh soo niceee... i bought apple cheese puff, and i asked hun why itz not crispy eh, lemau. Then he said itz suppose to be chewy wad. Haha, chewy? = lemau meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aneways, it was nice! think custard+apple pie fillings+chewy bread. Yummielaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is almost bout food je kn?? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Tomr me gg for the perm! Oh yeah oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes it'll be nice, coz im getting sick of straight hair. And me want my original curls back yeaaa??&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking of dying a dark burgundy to go with the curls too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/8729626847955909878-7893770111684406448?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7893770111684406448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/cravings-and-more-cravingsssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7893770111684406448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7893770111684406448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/cravings-and-more-cravingsssssss.html' title='cravings.. and more cravingsssssss!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8603846692972866721</id><published>2009-06-01T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:21:33.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish people &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; think bout themselves. For themselves.&lt;br /&gt;When they please a go is a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how circumstances are, once they decide on their decision, no matter what the show &lt;u&gt;MUST&lt;/u&gt; go on. Doesnt matter if &lt;em&gt;EVERY&lt;/em&gt; imaginable circumstances are against other parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT if soon, they decide to change their decions as they please, then a NO is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN EFFYNKN HUGE-ASS HEAVY NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.. as they say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if others can do it, so can you baby&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/8729626847955909878-8603846692972866721?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8603846692972866721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8603846692972866721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8603846692972866721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-see.html' title='we&apos;ll see'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7833961082825591037</id><published>2009-05-30T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:02:29.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itz a ranting entry. heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Itz a &lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;! *twirl twirl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy saturday will it be. heh. Woke up due to the nice smelling of fried chicken.. &lt;em&gt;heh heh heh..&lt;/em&gt; laze around in bed for a while, msging meh munchieekynnz and when i walked out, &lt;em&gt;whoahhh,&lt;/em&gt; a feast has been spread out on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh mummie cook all of it! Wheee!!! There's mee rebus, (special dahdie's style with the tetel thing) then, there's fried chicken! Then there's fishcakes, then have asam pedas summore! And cripy veggies! &lt;em&gt;Yummieeeeeeee!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there's cookies, and muffins&lt;br /&gt;(all flavours choc chip, banana walnut, blueberry, u name it itz there)&lt;br /&gt;and chocolates all bought by Loola.&lt;br /&gt;Pst! these Little Jerries cookies are to dieee for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, how can i &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; gain weight alrdy u tell me??? Me want start jogging alrdy... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after tucking myself in, here i am.. My eyes are getting heavier and heavier by the minute, but im supposed to be studying. I sound sooo haha &lt;em&gt;piggy&lt;/em&gt; here. Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper starts Tuesday and ive not start one bit. School's been a a little... rough on me. Ive kinda a love-hate relationship with it. Mostly coz, either i thoroughly love what im doing or despise it. And ppl are, coarse too. Insults and putting u down. Are those even considered &lt;em&gt;friends...?&lt;/em&gt; Never ending putting u down and blah3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Considering the pattern im in, im thinking, is graduation even there for me.. u noe? And I just found out bout yr 3, tt sumthynk bout SIP tt we wun be attached to a REAL company outside, instead, it'll be in skool and doing a major project there AND &lt;em&gt;no pay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Can i stress that out??&lt;br /&gt;No. Pay.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what kind of ATTACHMENT is &lt;em&gt;that??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im starting to think of TP as skola merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think, going to skool everyday, absorbing the insults and let downs plus the long journey has been making me a real bitter bitch. And poor baby has been tolerating my ventings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aneways, darling is letting go of his bike, soon.. Monday in fact and im surprised how attached i am to the blue bedah. Heehz. Hun, i think, is having an emotional tornado inside. Kekeke... he loves her very very &lt;em&gt;very veryyyy&lt;/em&gt; much. And hearing him speak of her, itz like him letting out his emotions to me about another girl he absolutely love, hehe.. Another love, &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt;. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, he've chose his chosen bike. &lt;em&gt;I choose you, lalalalaa!&lt;/em&gt; Haha.. he was caught between this bike and another, and the thing is, itz his toy and yet he was actuallie more concerned bout my comfort level over his choice, heeheehee. sweet or wad? i dun mind one single bit pn, yet he put me before him. Hehhhh, &lt;em&gt;so lovely&lt;/em&gt;. Chose his paintwork and so until then, he'll be bike-less for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, a birthday present for himself since he's getting it after his birthday. Speaking of whichhh... darling's turning 21, and turning 21 is kinda a major deal. What should i do? What should i do? Hehhh.. Actuallie, kinda have somethynk carved in mind alrdy.. heh hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to yesterday, was feeling... beachy yesterday, so i put on a yellow dress and went out with hun. Newaes, after much contemplating of places, we went around town and have the yummie ayam penyet BUT itz only after that that i told him i crave for some beach fun, think: splashing around &lt;s&gt;and getting onto his shoulder and beach-fight with some other couples&lt;/s&gt; (heh, no?) and only after that that he told me, actuallie he thot of asking me to the beach too today. AISEYY BEDAHH. Now u say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehz. So after we're full, and walking around.. the hot clammy weather was getting to us arldy, and hun wanted to watch Terminator. Checked Cine, Lido, all full and selling out fast. So we checked out JP, and still full and selling out fast, so hun booked the midnite tix and sent me back home. Was still early. Like, wad? 9 plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a &lt;em&gt;veryyyyy&lt;/em&gt; long cold shower and hit the sack. And tadah, met him for the midnite movie again. Kakaka, which was boryn. And which he slept thru it. WAKAKAKAKA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So u noe how boring it is yea? The man in front of me wasnt helping when he sat up so straight and kept fidgeting. And rocking his chair. Half the time, i was leaning on hun's shoulder while watching this man's looming head in front of me, coz he practically covered my view. But since the movies was damn boryn, i wasnt that bothered. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*stretch*&lt;br /&gt;Ive long noticed, darling and me da berzaman tak amek gambar togeder. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no pic. Have a niceee weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, i love &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7l6vchTTBec"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-7833961082825591037?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7833961082825591037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/itz-ranting-entry-heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7833961082825591037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7833961082825591037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/itz-ranting-entry-heh.html' title='Itz a ranting entry. heh.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8269676582829219659</id><published>2009-05-26T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:38:59.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we want botak! we want botak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss this botak-head munchieekynnz.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not miss him la, miss the botakness. Mwahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShwMPVQf7WI/AAAAAAAAC-w/kp4hULMVE9M/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340156715698482530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShwMPVQf7WI/AAAAAAAAC-w/kp4hULMVE9M/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks so thin in the pic!! Heehz, now got fats around cheeks alrdy. Hehehee, can pinch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. wanna sleep alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-8269676582829219659?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8269676582829219659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-want-botak-we-want-botak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8269676582829219659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8269676582829219659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-want-botak-we-want-botak.html' title='we want botak! we want botak!'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShwMPVQf7WI/AAAAAAAAC-w/kp4hULMVE9M/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2797741977797042666</id><published>2009-05-25T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:13:17.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sumthynk about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339652382588417954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShpBjSBAN6I/AAAAAAAAC-g/Lhvydo7LquU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are somewhat less outgoing than the average female is. Most&lt;br /&gt;females like to keep themselves busy with continuous interaction,&lt;br /&gt;conversations, and the company of others. You also enjoy these things,&lt;br /&gt;but having some time on your own is equally important to you. This&lt;br /&gt;is one of the guiding parts of your personality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The average male and the average female differ slightly in their&lt;br /&gt;extroversion level. The average male tends to be less extroverted than&lt;br /&gt;the average female is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i scored even much lesser than an average Joe. Hahahahaha.. which just means im&lt;br /&gt;anti-social! Wakakakakaka... &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; true, actuallie. Strike that. &lt;em&gt;Very &lt;/em&gt;true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339652386681208754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShpBjhQzP7I/AAAAAAAAC-o/nh0YFWSjC5g/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are somewhat more reactive to your feelings and moods than the&lt;br /&gt;average female is. When it comes to emotions, you feel them more&lt;br /&gt;intensely than the average female does. This is one of the guiding&lt;br /&gt;parts of your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average male and female are similar in their level of emotionality.&lt;br /&gt;Women, however, tend to talk about their feelings and emotions more&lt;br /&gt;than men do. Starting in early childhood, girls are encouraged to&lt;br /&gt;express their feelings more than boys are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another jump. Way higher than an average Jane.&lt;br /&gt;Im emotional like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am lurving this site very very very much, It talks all about psychological reasonings, and there's even a video there which my ex-psychology lecturer used during one of his lecture. Coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excited like mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... they have facial expression too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*jump jump!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do u noe, Singapore has been ranked FERST in the fastest walking pace in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. feeling kiasu?&lt;br /&gt;And stated, those who tend to walk fast are less likely to offer help, which is wayy true.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh....... "Figuring out someone's intentions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhhhhhhh...&lt;/em&gt; i luv it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna noe the link? Mwahahaa... *blueks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mai just called. I din go for class, coz apparently there's a test today which ive yet to study for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mc then! Shall study tonight and take it tomr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-2797741977797042666?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2797741977797042666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/sumthynk-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2797741977797042666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2797741977797042666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/sumthynk-about-me.html' title='sumthynk about me'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShpBjSBAN6I/AAAAAAAAC-g/Lhvydo7LquU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3117861302830379705</id><published>2009-05-25T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:36:59.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where it hurts, envelope me in your embrace, kiss it away..where it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My weekend was an &lt;em&gt;absolute&lt;/em&gt; pure crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only laugh i had was during NATM II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339631083080578242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShouLfKm9MI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/ONeV0vlxjY0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3117861302830379705?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3117861302830379705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-it-hurts-envelope-me-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3117861302830379705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3117861302830379705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-it-hurts-envelope-me-in-your.html' title='where it hurts, envelope me in your embrace, kiss it away..where it hurts'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/ShouLfKm9MI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/ONeV0vlxjY0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1997289540357185000</id><published>2009-05-23T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:36:01.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And if it matters I'll rather stay home, with you I'm never alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338946739161008706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/She_xbZsCkI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/6dIPvAYL5Fw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Credits to Flo for introducing to me this webbie. Itz been linked! At the linking corner, of course. And of late, the minahspeak blogger has become increasingly popular at an alarming rate. but i hafter admit, she's hilarious and somewhat endearing in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next fri, woohoo, hair perming!!!! cant waittt!!!!! ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, full attendance on every single day baby! *pat back* and on top of that, had a rewarding massage too. wheee. did anyone realise? my fb's word challenge, from 5k points plus to a whipping 16k!!!! *twirl twirl dance dance!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehehe.. i bet mai's ears are emitting hot smoke. Haha.. ok ok, i confess. She played for me, heh and she beat her own high scores. HAHAHAHAHA!! Told her to play summore for me and beat Wince's, but tt grl refuse. heh. Wince's her bf. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so loud, chanting words and getting excited by the moment, the lab technician next door actuallie came in (which by the time, we were back to pretending to work, quitely haha) and warned us. &lt;em&gt;"nobody's gonna believe you're doing your work"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted! &lt;em&gt;khuakhuakhuaaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many2 funny things happenla.. and baby darling ajaked me to the movies agaen today before gg for his meeting, when he just came back from work this morn. how sweet.. but itz a pass. tomr then we'll have a proper day out okiess. i thnk i need to do sum googling on things to explore. we're dropping into a weekly movie-routine agaen alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya! hmwacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toy of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; flo's&lt;em&gt; canggih&lt;/em&gt; hp!&lt;br /&gt;siin navin son of philip &lt;em&gt;muunuuu&lt;/em&gt;samy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to date, i have 2 lecturers + countless of frenz laughing at my phone alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmpfrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-1997289540357185000?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1997289540357185000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-if-it-matters-ill-rather-stay-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1997289540357185000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1997289540357185000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-if-it-matters-ill-rather-stay-home.html' title='And if it matters I&apos;ll rather stay home, with you I&apos;m never alone.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/She_xbZsCkI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/6dIPvAYL5Fw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6917859031368741386</id><published>2009-05-21T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:17:30.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissy kissy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;how come &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVRYONE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;noes that there's a minimum of 3 bucks needed in ur ezlink to board the train?? Hmpfrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the train one f these day, and was sleeping, and i dunno, but i think subconciousile my body was listening to this particular song and i startled myself when my eyes started welling up! While sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, how much more&lt;em&gt; feeling&lt;/em&gt; can i get. sumtimes.. i do bother &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was alrdy sleeping just now.. woke up by insistent msges.. so after much battling in the head, debating whether or not to eat or not to eat the very nice aromatic nasi lmak, i got off from the bed and ate. Plus hot tea plus biscuits, many many. Considering itz 12am.. that's quite heavy.&lt;br /&gt;so much for dun wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*strrrrretchh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Time to knock off. &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/8729626847955909878-6917859031368741386?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6917859031368741386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/kissy-kissy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6917859031368741386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6917859031368741386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/kissy-kissy.html' title='kissy kissy'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-454079439437972385</id><published>2009-05-17T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:06:23.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aching bodayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Past few days been paccckedd... and things are catching up wimme &lt;em&gt;fast fast fast&lt;/em&gt;, and im drowning in workload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday went ter halp hunz mum over at her canteen, heehz, i thnk ttz like the earliest we went out. Haha, 4am plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After helping, had so much fun together with darling. Heehz, just cant describe it with words. *dreamy smile* afterwhich, he treated his fam and me to mkn.. forgot wadz zee name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walking back home alone with him.. can i just say, itz &lt;em&gt;incredible&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole day was just about us.&lt;br /&gt;lazy talks, laughters and just good ol plain happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Friday morning was back-to-reality. I was practically fast-forwarding everythynk i did! There wasnt any free access lab available, got rejected by this one lecturer, hmpfrt, so went to another lab &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(was THAT desperate! deadline 12pm, and to think while doing all these, i was supposedly having class, but managed to sneak out for a while)&lt;/span&gt; and this other lecturer, after a &lt;em&gt;longgggg &lt;/em&gt;persuasion by me, she finally relent to let me use the lab. &lt;strong&gt;Phew&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky manage to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tt night, hun ajak go watch movie.. whee.. buttt, i din go. Heehz, he's so nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday morning, got woke up by Loola banging on my door.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE WAKING UP LIDDDAT SERIOUSLIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmpfrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ajak go donate blood at Gek Poh. So I dragged my feet to shower, and after q-ing up for so long, she kept saying &lt;em&gt;"nerve-wrecking eh nie.. nerve-wrecking"&lt;/em&gt; haha, while i was playing diner dash at sgee's psp, haha. Oh, she's super excited coz her weight now is 46kg, which has nvr been achieved in her lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thruout she wanted to donate blood, got rejected coz she's not even 40kg. And now&lt;em&gt; suddenly&lt;/em&gt; she's 46kg, she so hyped up bout this donating blood and coincidentally, Gek Poh was having it yesterday. So we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wad??&lt;br /&gt;Haha... &lt;u&gt;BOTH&lt;/u&gt; of us got REJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;Khuakhuakhuaaaa... So all the excitement and anxiety came to a anti-climax! Hahaha, borynn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason:&lt;/strong&gt; low-blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Her was 92. Mine was 96 ferst time round. 2nd time round: 94.&lt;br /&gt;Normal is supposed to be 100.&lt;br /&gt;Tula, laugh at ppl summore.. heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ptg went, motocross at Flyer baby! I would guess practically everyone was there. The place was effynk crowded almost like national day eh! All the way from flyer to esp, bikes were evrywhere.&lt;em&gt; Wa pineng lohh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672384883285186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rQlea3MI/AAAAAAAAC54/FDC4pi-6i2s/s400/picDSCN4104bz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We should be holding our red bull cans right there? Only ours has dropped into the river. Kaka.. The guys were busy complaining how ex the can of redbull there was-2bucks, all of us bought one, and downed it. Am so not a fan of this blue n silver redbull, me luv the thai one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675189367098274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-tz0_dy6I/AAAAAAAAC6o/rGyn94j1j4g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hee, we managed to slip in by the entry w/o bag. Altho i was carrying one.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682854849906706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-0yBI_CBI/AAAAAAAAC9g/ozmSI207WV0/s400/DSCN4110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-t0LtsWnI/AAAAAAAAC64/4rKtdze4Xkw/s1600-h/DSCN4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675195466570354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-t0LtsWnI/AAAAAAAAC64/4rKtdze4Xkw/s400/DSCN4128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-t0B4RbrI/AAAAAAAAC6w/87Pjm-vpkCQ/s1600-h/DSCN4125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675192826588850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-t0B4RbrI/AAAAAAAAC6w/87Pjm-vpkCQ/s400/DSCN4125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rwZ_YbJI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/HNku9UwKVrA/s1600-h/DSCN4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672931556125842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rwZ_YbJI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/HNku9UwKVrA/s400/DSCN4108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rwbL869I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/dzpaLdasPEQ/s1600-h/DSCN4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672931877284818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rwbL869I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/dzpaLdasPEQ/s400/DSCN4107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677616609525938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-wBHLKALI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/qNwqica6Xhk/s400/picDSCN4104by.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682858964154914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-0yQd5eiI/AAAAAAAAC9o/soFYiH2Rccw/s400/DSCN4112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attempt #1&lt;/strong&gt; to get a shot of the flying bike.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we heard one dad telling his little son "ayim suke tk? kiter tgk &lt;em&gt;moto terbang&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canggih tau skrg pn da ader moto terbang. kapal terbang da outdated.&lt;br /&gt;Tk lamer lagik, trailer terbang. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682865722280946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-0yppKS_I/AAAAAAAAC9w/vTV2HRReiXs/s400/DSCN4117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attempt #2&lt;/strong&gt; - the bike was flying alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;Only this cam of my sister, da &lt;em&gt;berzaman&lt;/em&gt; click baru flash dier come out. So by the time, the bike pon da land. Cheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-0ys5vzMI/AAAAAAAAC94/ryzp6Ghigms/s1600-h/DSCN4118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682866597153986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-0ys5vzMI/AAAAAAAAC94/ryzp6Ghigms/s400/DSCN4118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attempt #3&lt;/strong&gt; - NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336682871032539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-0y9bOaCI/AAAAAAAAC-A/nVsNehju7hI/s400/DSCN4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336683987995135746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-1z-b3DwI/AAAAAAAAC-I/2-4OhOumBYA/s400/DSCN41191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha, so forget it la k.. bedek2, this was how it was.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;I was practically squealing when they did the no handler thing! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! &lt;em&gt;EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDDD like nobody's business!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I luv esp the blue suit guy, think Jimmy or wad. When he did the squatting like at the handle. Hotness! Hotness!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish darling was there tho! He'ld be sooo excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad this motocross entry no pic of even one moto.EHEM bike. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;So contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677610938705458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-wAyDIJjI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/Vxr85P8pRfo/s400/picDSCN41261a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rQZv5AVI/AAAAAAAAC5w/biRrsZSKSlw/s1600-h/picDSCN41261a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Excited. During break, after the ferst round. Even the boys were gushing bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the event, i enjoyed myself, not bothering to take even a single shot. Heehz, u click 5 sec later &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; it registers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675197325469394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-t0So45tI/AAAAAAAAC7A/i9Pp-OByKvg/s400/DSCN4129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Supposedly, u should be able to see fireworks. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks @ Barrage i thnk, ppl were all running towards it. Ader some even shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eh, BUNGE API LAA, BUNGE APIII!!"&lt;/em&gt; in mock-kentalan. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675202945776562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-t0nk3-7I/AAAAAAAAC7I/FwFn0idevsY/s400/DSCN4130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675566536888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-uJyDwDsI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/hSNi2vHuJK4/s400/DSCN4131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675571616731330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-uKE-4UMI/AAAAAAAAC7g/4BkAgYZDIn4/s400/DSCN4133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675577887598706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-uKcV-KHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/WzPVjLkuWBk/s400/DSCN4134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675570354387858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-uKAR6e5I/AAAAAAAAC7Y/2h6FilZ3OrI/s400/DSCN4132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675580207033170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-uKk-961I/AAAAAAAAC7w/oet8UubwlEQ/s400/DSCN4135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The love squatting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672365183336754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rPcFlgTI/AAAAAAAAC5o/GWw14h0_vNM/s400/DSCN41361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Guess who?! Teehee.. Fatin a.k.a chicken rice grl and &lt;em&gt;Flo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;She's got the video on the motocrossing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336672366135865314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rPfor7-I/AAAAAAAAC5g/wuZ0kPcCr8M/s400/DSCN41591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Heading to Changi's Popeye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677084116117538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-viHe1aCI/AAAAAAAAC9A/dZOuwNwadRM/s400/DSCN4158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's some videos of us in the car.. but cant seem to upload.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677075808520546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vhoiJiWI/AAAAAAAAC8o/24FOg9KbYm0/s400/DSCN4160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677072571604770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vhceaHyI/AAAAAAAAC8g/6sKHbKMpQYE/s400/DSCN4153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677077938029090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vhwd3QiI/AAAAAAAAC84/0FFJu8DY_3g/s400/DSCN4157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676499901108258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vAHHH0CI/AAAAAAAAC74/g2sOQakompg/s400/DSCN4139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676505566869810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vAcN8eTI/AAAAAAAAC8A/y6G0IEWZ3IQ/s400/DSCN4143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vAsoUfVI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/rdeDNaoHbco/s1600-h/DSCN4145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676509972462930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vAsoUfVI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/rdeDNaoHbco/s400/DSCN4145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vAduuPsI/AAAAAAAAC8I/Eazxj1dWirM/s1600-h/DSCN4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676505972784834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vAduuPsI/AAAAAAAAC8I/Eazxj1dWirM/s400/DSCN4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676513345436418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vA5Mf-wI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/rHvhyZAFHPo/s400/DSCN4147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-wAr8UnFI/AAAAAAAAC9I/hw0i2Dh6laE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677609299549266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-wAr8UnFI/AAAAAAAAC9I/hw0i2Dh6laE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids running around.&lt;br /&gt;We did the michael-jackson thing on the travellator. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil actuallie sympathise with the ns-guys tt we saw heading to Tawiwan i thnk. I mean, he's over n done with tt, usuallie guys will snigger and laugh at them, but he sympathise. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vhr-tfTI/AAAAAAAAC8w/pDh54mrZIps/s1600-h/DSCN4156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336677076733623602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-vhr-tfTI/AAAAAAAAC8w/pDh54mrZIps/s400/DSCN4156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full, tired and sleepie.. Go home time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-454079439437972385?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/454079439437972385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/aching-bodayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/454079439437972385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/454079439437972385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/aching-bodayy.html' title='aching bodayy'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sg-rQlea3MI/AAAAAAAAC54/FDC4pi-6i2s/s72-c/picDSCN4104bz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5669947535787977346</id><published>2009-05-11T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:46:40.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up and down and down and up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i just say today is a superbly sucky day...?&lt;br /&gt;but the weather's great tho. ferst thing ferst, woke up and itz alrdy noon, so obviouslie was alrdy late, so skipped the ferst 2 lects for todae. And then, on the way to skool, was busy reading my notes, and guess wad?? Tadah!! Pasir Ris!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty eh, i was like alrdy late, and this hafter happen.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i took the cab, i tell u, tamp is a superbly cramped up road eh, why do they make a cab stand there, when there's alrdy &lt;em&gt;so many2&lt;/em&gt; malls' car entrances and exits? and not 1 mall lak tu, 2! and then, wad with the cargo vehicle all. by the time, we got out of the tamp circle there, itz was like alrdy 3.20..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din realise i was actuallie humming to let some steam off, i guess..? haha then i caught myself. Ha.. Of coz ar, whenver ure running late, suddenly all the traffic lights hafter turn red, BY CHANCE. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes meh money.. im broke alrdy, and most of it is spent on transport.. top up, concession.. There was a mini-plan on a get-together, mainly the MAKA boys(im reallie not comfortable calling them this, coz.. haha basically they dun look anythynk tt sounds MAKA) but, since im broke, mwahaha.. nash offer blanje&lt;em&gt; la!&lt;/em&gt; Wakakaka... but itz okie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers' day was great! Me just bought a BodyShop shower stuffs for meh mummie. =) Smells delicious.. Chix Sis bought a black nice handphone pouch, and Loola bought bedsheets. HAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferst headed over to Jurong Green for their mother's day celebration, together with Khalil and his mum and mua darlyn Cik Lim and cik ramli. Was funny eh the modelling part, the ferst contestant, a makcik, cam.. hahaha, itz bad to say la, reallie she was soo shok sndrik eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahaha.. was soooo zee over kind. And LITERALLY Hussein Saaban hadter VERYBALLY say "da kluarr la!!" albeit in joking manner. Hahahaha, i was laughter so hard, my eyes tear up eh! &lt;strong&gt;Hahahahahahaaaaa!!&lt;/strong&gt; She was making a fool of herself eh.. Initially everyone was laughing along, then it came to the point, where everyone was laughing AT her! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go rumah wader Nanai.. Dahdiee bought a large mango yummie cake, and loadsaa donuts, and murtabakk.. and we say a mother's day song for all the mothers, haha, which was purely ciptaan-rekaan sendirian berhad. Haha.. funny ar, dun have the video tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, gtg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me this is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cerdikmu secerdik aisyah,&lt;br /&gt;cantikmu secantik zulaikha&lt;br /&gt;dan ikhlasmu seikhlas rabiatul adawiyah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;awww...right??&lt;br /&gt;heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for my strength too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5669947535787977346?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5669947535787977346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-and-down-and-down-and-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5669947535787977346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5669947535787977346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-and-down-and-down-and-up.html' title='up and down and down and up'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-504111165254431412</id><published>2009-05-09T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:31:33.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lulling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thnk my head's fogged with the heaviness of sleep. But then when i get all comfy and ready for some sleep, i cant. Itz when u least expected time, i reallie doze off to sleep. Like, in the car today, was waiting for so long, i lay down at the back, and drifted to a deep deep sleep with the music thumping.. altho itz just for a short while, i totally felt energised afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how itz been with me, just a short sleep and im ok. Sorta one thing, i dun actuallie like, actuallie. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's dinner was... how should i say this... hmm, kinda awful...&lt;br /&gt;Went to the toilet so many many times just to get away from the noise. Jeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgWEH9WaD0I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/X3DzC9fzHIM/s1600-h/lone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333814605952716610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgWEH9WaD0I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/X3DzC9fzHIM/s400/lone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-504111165254431412?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/504111165254431412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/lulling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/504111165254431412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/504111165254431412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/lulling.html' title='lulling...'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgWEH9WaD0I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/X3DzC9fzHIM/s72-c/lone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5268819504080498490</id><published>2009-05-08T15:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:55:04.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess wad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The poem me and Mai composed won &lt;em&gt;ferst prize&lt;/em&gt;, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wad agaen?&lt;br /&gt;My LOA (leave of absence) consists sumthynk of me getting an &lt;em&gt;inheritence&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mad, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. i thnk reallie, my mind has exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai said confirm cant be approved.&lt;br /&gt;Chet. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was so shagged, slept thru the whole journey from Pioneer to Tampines, din even hear them announcing Boon Lay. And I thnk my body just auto woke me up at Tampines. And it &lt;strong&gt;wasnt&lt;/strong&gt; a nice &lt;em&gt;hey wake up, we've reached&lt;/em&gt; kinda thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dier bangse, im sleeping.. and then suddenly, my eyes snapped opened and i think I gasped too. Hahahaha, when the eyes snapped open and i was lookin directly in front of me, this guy was clearly shocked eh. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah, TAMPINES. Right on time. Only when I started to stand, my knees gave way and i wobbled. K, tt part was superbly embarassing and he &lt;em&gt;actuallie&lt;/em&gt; asked me whther im ok! &lt;em&gt;Haaaaa&lt;/em&gt;... Effynk malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty shagged agaen now..&lt;br /&gt;taa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant seem to sleep my tiredness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bedek2 im telling my child a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time, in a faraway land..&lt;/em&gt; there was a little sumthynk sumthynk hatching inside a royal, rich nest. Itz &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a golden egg, nor is it a normal egg. It &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt; like a golden egg, but it is pearl white with a nice sheen to it. Just gleaming under the sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;em&gt;sumthynk, &lt;/em&gt;bursting with promising secrets, white and soft, like a small perfectly oval-shaped egg resting in its grand silk. Entirely innocent and not reallie an irony, people who cant have it always tempt on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prolly in their eyes, this thing just glitters playfully at them and if only they could &lt;em&gt;reach &lt;/em&gt;out their hand, they could just grab and play with it for a second, before squeezing it til it bursts and shatters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, itz not easy. This lil sumthynk sumthynk is hard to capture as it is being guarded by whom we call 2 parents, protectively protecting their little innocent baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bad people.. they just wanna test their.. &lt;em&gt;capability&lt;/em&gt; u noe, chasing sumthynk u cant have. Or in this case, it was being offered to them in silver platter, by one of the parent.&lt;br /&gt;Now, now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how could they&lt;em&gt; resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty much when this thing is being tampered with, it bursts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cant put it all bak together, even with much effort or patience or time. coz u see, when it was tampered with, it leaves some sort.. hm like a &lt;em&gt;grubby&lt;/em&gt; fingerprint marks by the bad people..like, the parent of this special sumthynk has failed in protecting their precious, and some intruder has managed to weasel thier way in, &lt;s&gt;just to...&lt;/s&gt; just beacause they can. or because one of the parent, has&lt;em&gt; allow&lt;/em&gt; them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, the thing does not glitter anymore. it onli glitters when it's protected by the parents with TLC. which is tender loving care, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, this lil sumthynk sumthynk felt sad. It felt like one of itz parents has failed on him and so, while the other parents tries very much to soothe it, itz dissapointment is being absorbed, by the mum. coz mums are like tt, am i not baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i'll stop and look at him and caress his head while he looks at me and giggle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, time has past by.. the mum still kept on blowing gentle blow to the child, but the pain of the child has now seeped inside her.. while the dad, i guess, does his fair share of work too but feigns ignorance on the mum. never the better one, this mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside the nest, sumthynk better is always passing by and mummy feels invisible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cut story short, coz bedtime is now here, all of it doesnt matter now because well.. the mum too learnt tt there should be sumthynk better out there for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story, hmm.. wads the moral? No matter wad the circumstance, people always move on. Actuallie there's another flipside moral of the story, dun matter how broken or shattered sumthynk is, if u slowly painstakingly put it back one by one, it will surely be put back altogether. which means, alar... i guess moral is, u can do wadever u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite now darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiss his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333373077181961618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgPyjmgQFZI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/NV-IHkGulAo/s400/ist2_8490187-bedtime-stories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, if this is how my bedtime story is gonna be, i dun think i'll make a good mum. Wahaha.. hm, but children love my stories. esp. about monsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-5268819504080498490?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5268819504080498490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/quirks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5268819504080498490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5268819504080498490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/quirks.html' title='Quirks.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgPyjmgQFZI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/NV-IHkGulAo/s72-c/ist2_8490187-bedtime-stories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2989241299746954265</id><published>2009-05-07T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:55:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disgust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad's this phase you call? Prolly a &lt;em&gt;rough patch of life&lt;/em&gt;.. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive skipped &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; days of school, the ferst being a hellava cramp, the other 2.. well as ive said, prolly a rough patch. Being very general, &lt;em&gt;generally&lt;/em&gt;. The blog song isnt helping.. kept replaying it like a gazaillion times, and every single time.. haiz. Just like the other song - hanya ingin kau tahu kinda effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing i care about nemore, skool.. they've started the animation, the part ive been waiting so excitedly for.. they've started. But now, tt seem like a world away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anewyas, there's some images, disturbing images tt keep popping behind my closed eyes.. 3 people, particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at mc, my mum made me go to school. I hadnt wanted to. So i came here instead. She gave me school money, thinking prolly i din wanna go to skool coz im short of money, but i spent it on mc instead. Which, i cant seem to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reallie, all i wanna be is alone, in my room. Prolly best with my book, or mebbe, just a pillow to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna be is &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;. And i guess i went a lil too far yest in my wary state as i plucked the sim card off my phone and tore it into half and threw it out the window. Not caring much about all the people's phone number and the tuition mum's num which i was supposed to start tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;just as well&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;p.s: why is it tt grls love to shove their breasts to random guys.&lt;/s&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/8729626847955909878-2989241299746954265?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2989241299746954265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/disgust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2989241299746954265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2989241299746954265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/disgust.html' title='disgust.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-1961492602839322863</id><published>2009-05-06T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:10:29.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what made me unbeautiful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you feel? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgEnumv5EQI/AAAAAAAAC5I/IOaAfaPkjFA/s1600-h/uglyuglyugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332587115412263170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgEnumv5EQI/AAAAAAAAC5I/IOaAfaPkjFA/s400/uglyuglyugly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Coz im never &lt;em&gt;gd&lt;/em&gt; enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-1961492602839322863?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1961492602839322863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-made-me-unbeautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1961492602839322863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/1961492602839322863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-made-me-unbeautiful.html' title='what made me unbeautiful..'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SgEnumv5EQI/AAAAAAAAC5I/IOaAfaPkjFA/s72-c/uglyuglyugly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4420375682215731716</id><published>2009-05-04T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:16:35.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long weekends!&lt;br /&gt;And was &lt;em&gt;superb&lt;/em&gt;. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was actuallie supposed to meet up with Shasha to go sheesha and so i called up Q, and guess wad?? Heehz, the day before was her TWENTRY-THIRD bdae! Hahahaha, KAKAK KITERRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehz! I still rmbr her being so excited turning 21, 2 years ago. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was me n Sha meet up ferst, go sheesha, then Q and her frenz join later, but but, in the end, me n Shasha had a cozy Mc in the car @ gombak stadium's carpark and our little snug catching up. Altho it was only for a short while, coz i gtg fetch my parents alrdy. At least, we met for a while pn oklaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happie belated Birthdae Faiqah!&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwaaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to watch midnite with meh cixleg sis and abg om and sgee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777483658610930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sf5HX1blyPI/AAAAAAAAC4w/gNNUv5k-5cM/s400/405px-Wolverinetheatricalposter_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ooh.. ive never seen Hugh Jackman as a handsome guy, but after watching this, he's &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; an eye candy. His brows. The way he arch them.. hahaha.. as known, im not reallie into all those big bulging muscles tho... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777491762310514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sf5HYTnqbXI/AAAAAAAAC5A/Nmi_SPfkiTg/s400/wolverine.bmp" border="0" /&gt; hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went grocery shopping at 3in the morning.. Haha.. Abg Om funny.&lt;br /&gt;He picked a very very plain and boring looking biscuit, like tt served in hospitals. Then meh sis insisted she dun want, then abg om:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this is good! this is healthy and halalll... double h!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And the halal was pekat eh.. like &lt;em&gt;ha-lall~.&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneeways, sat, me n hun watcheddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331777489354744722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sf5HYKpp45I/AAAAAAAAC44/Ni6WAFKp1S0/s400/jangan-tegur_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, then antu cuute ok!! &lt;strong&gt;KEKEKEEE..&lt;/strong&gt; that was how she laughed! Hahahahaha.. after watching tt, me n hun was like laughing like that, and then laughing at ourselves! Haha.. i like esp the part when the antu flirted with the ustad. Wakakakaka.... that was HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im as tho telling as tho itz some kinda comedy movie. Heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEKEKE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped onto Mitchiee! and his gf. Oh haha, and Nurhaslind. Hahaha, dudok2 merempat. Kekekeke... Wandy and Randy are like the same to me eh, but hun said they look v. different! I for one, couldnt tell them apart! Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have twin, then me n my twin can swap2 boyfriend. If I fight with mine, then i swap. Then if they're gg sumwhere fun, i also wanna swap. Hehehe, but if im doing sumthynk fun with my bf, then she cant swap. Mwahaha..! Sumhow, sounds slutty tho. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenn, we wanted to walk around... dunno where... suddenly darlyn ajak go Ubin. HEHEHEHE!!! Ive been wanting to go Ubin to cycle!!! Ask Linda!! Ask Fida! So one day we shall yeah munchieekynnz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the clouds looks superbly densed, we went Kent Ridge Park! And wow, ramai! Hahaha, coolness! And and, when i went to the toilet, dalah the toilet ulu smcm, and the light wasnt working, onlie one was, so i made darling stand at the door where i can see him and talk to me. I dun even dare go to the cubicle, the door was closed aneways. So just powdered my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hun wasnt helping when he said ader kaki kat blkng smer.. haha, then dier yg kene! Hahaha, the gate beside him rocked. Wakakaakka!!! Like as tho sumone trying to get out. Padan muke awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain finally threatened to pour heavily, so all of us scrurried home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Helped dahdiee cooked sambal udang and me rebus lontong.&lt;em&gt; *beam!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I trimed the udang superbly &lt;u&gt;cleancut&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha i pretended tt they all from jungle and went to see me, the fairy godmother who made them beautiful but blind. Coz I cut the mouth and eyes. Oh and their sharp jambul too. the eyes freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which went to hun's place where i helped his mum made lepat ubi! Hahaha, actuallie like last minute help onliee.. And it was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i got back, Cik Ramlee, Cik Lim, meh sis and abg om all there, eating my beautiful cleancut udangs! With the lontongs! And there's moree! Got satay! Durians! Ubi lepat tt hun's mum gave, rendang all... like rayer liddat. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, wanna go skool alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;Am tryna convince meh parents to watch movie at &lt;em&gt;Tampines&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEKEKEKEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-4420375682215731716?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4420375682215731716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/weets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4420375682215731716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4420375682215731716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/weets.html' title='weets'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sf5HX1blyPI/AAAAAAAAC4w/gNNUv5k-5cM/s72-c/405px-Wolverinetheatricalposter_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-3076386581387786039</id><published>2009-04-29T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:01:32.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>louvely..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home sweeet home!&lt;br /&gt;Todae's a longgg day, filled with laughters!&lt;br /&gt;After eons, finally! With &lt;em&gt;mailindafidajulianabarnosrabiah! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i wanna do is crawl under the comforters and sleep, and hope that tonight, it rains.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ader &lt;s&gt;homework&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;assignment&lt;/em&gt; to complete. *groaaan* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-3076386581387786039?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3076386581387786039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/louvely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3076386581387786039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/3076386581387786039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/louvely.html' title='louvely..'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6395639366653850986</id><published>2009-04-28T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:10:28.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get well soon, munchieez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I worry for hun seriouslie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His health is deteriorating rapidly, and we still dunno wads the cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;It not weeks, not days itz been months, and dare i say since last year the symptoms...&lt;br /&gt;And the lists are adding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to google them, but im the worst person ever u could ever get, to type sumthynk accurate at the search engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I suspect itz the smoking, reallie I do..&lt;br /&gt;I hope u'll be ok very soon, my baby.&lt;br /&gt;I worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ld like to type down the sympotoms here so sumone could &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; help me, if they have an idea or sumthynk, but.. itz kinda.. scarie for me too typing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we're just thinking too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8729626847955909878-6395639366653850986?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6395639366653850986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-well-soon-munchieez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6395639366653850986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6395639366653850986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-well-soon-munchieez.html' title='get well soon, munchieez.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6786681040597204196</id><published>2009-04-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:45:10.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock knock, who's there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If onlie I knew how life works,&lt;br /&gt;If onlie I could make anyone love me..&lt;br /&gt;If onlie Im not how i am&lt;br /&gt;If onlie I do not have the blackest of the black heart&lt;br /&gt;If onlie Im not as ugly as you see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many if onlies,&lt;br /&gt;and it brings to one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if onlie..&lt;br /&gt;im not &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mebbe,&lt;br /&gt;everything would be different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being you&lt;br /&gt;you're rich, that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*line made private*&lt;br /&gt;*line made private*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when it alters how you see me.&lt;br /&gt;How it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;the little things you say that still stuck in my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if im being petty&lt;br /&gt;or real..&lt;br /&gt;how can i compete with such strong facade or, truth?&lt;br /&gt;After all, in the end,&lt;br /&gt;you win, i lose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it empowers you to hear these are cooling on my cheeks, they're your measure of my weakness&lt;br /&gt;in a way you're right&lt;br /&gt;since you've always been the steel in my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish im simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt;. Is wad i should try to be.&lt;br /&gt;But happiness is not being my fren for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i cant believe Jeffrey died!!!&lt;br /&gt;After 5 books, and he died?!&lt;br /&gt;Just when he's about to have their baby, and just when he's being such such a love, he died?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Karin Slaughter.. wad have u done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Jeffrey Tolliver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: wow, coincidence or wad?&lt;br /&gt;seeing him agaen? after eons later, is too much of a concidence or a &lt;em&gt;sign&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;mebbe, just mebbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s: just realised i havent had popeye's for quite sum time now, and just having the biscuit just now was enough to&lt;em&gt; floor&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray Slaughter's series will be turned into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*squeeze eye and hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pst.. i miss my boy Boyylla too. They seem to be loading real slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-6786681040597204196?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6786681040597204196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/knock-knock-whos-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6786681040597204196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6786681040597204196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/knock-knock-whos-there.html' title='knock knock, who&apos;s there?'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-8566926085385849439</id><published>2009-04-24T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:03:01.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an exit thatz blocked from my reach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SkooL, work, skool, work. Im contemplating, mebbe there's too much on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;But when i think bout it agaen, i just need to get it together, and everythynk will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left index nail hurts like hell, it bled yesterday coz of mini accident at work and also coz it superbly &lt;em&gt;thin&lt;/em&gt;. I hate the fact that my nail is thin and prone to tearing. Read, tearing, not breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - So many many drawing la this sem. I hafter complete a drawn storyboard, for the modelling animation class and then, i hafter draw out 5 items for colour&amp;amp;composition. Heehz, so i'll be investing in good pencils this sem. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to start on the animation alrdy! but the lect is like long-winded eh, sit for like 3/4 of the lesson listening to him (aka surfing the net aimlessly/msn-ing) and then the last 1/4 he'll tell us to do some work, and by that time, the time's up. So tadah! Homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpfrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone is washing away from my life. And I miss Fida a hell lot. =(&lt;br /&gt;Tears come to me nowadays like a lose tap. Me want hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have bout an hour of sleep.. so taa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-8566926085385849439?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8566926085385849439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/exit-thatz-blocked-from-my-reach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8566926085385849439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/8566926085385849439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/exit-thatz-blocked-from-my-reach.html' title='an exit thatz blocked from my reach.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-9191864988710090433</id><published>2009-04-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:45:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cancelled work tonight, coz im just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday work was uber busy, but interesting. Afterwhich hun fetched me in the middle of the night, and we went for late mkn. And then off to Batam on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Did a facial there, and itz was effynk saket eh the tweezing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;But after tt, it felt great. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327123991780033346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Se2_C9SCg0I/AAAAAAAAC4o/GidGD9Tu_Do/s400/20-04-09_1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneeways, im like lambat seribu tapak behind, but i just found out, my frenz are all in a different class now save for Mai n Flo. Thank GOD there's still them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah i miss their kecohness alrdy! I miss when we eat out together, i miss all the teasings and laughter, but most of all, i just miss having them around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me want Linda, Fida, Sean, Wen Kai, Ahxin all baaaackkk...&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my subject is superbly interesting!!!&lt;br /&gt;teeeheeeee.. luv ittttt, and all ideas are like flowing out, initially was kinda blank but then once we started on one idea, another came, and another came. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumthynk happened, personal-wise..&lt;br /&gt; and it kinda surprised me by how bothered i am about the loss.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327123986040812802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Se2_Cn5s9QI/AAAAAAAAC4g/98aiCRJvoUE/s400/20-04-09_1930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U cant see it here, but the sky looked so low. Or, should i say the clouds?&lt;br /&gt;And itz oozes out mellow sadness too. If you could see it la.&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/8729626847955909878-9191864988710090433?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9191864988710090433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/aneeways-im-like-lambat-seribu-tapak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9191864988710090433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9191864988710090433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/aneeways-im-like-lambat-seribu-tapak.html' title='=('/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Se2_C9SCg0I/AAAAAAAAC4o/GidGD9Tu_Do/s72-c/20-04-09_1917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7290653557031302665</id><published>2009-04-18T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:01:10.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to hell with the rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;onlie zee 2nd day of work, and im alrdy so drained out.&lt;br /&gt;As ive said before, itz more of a&lt;em&gt; mentally&lt;/em&gt; drained out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is such a cockup mess. Why oh why, cant it ever maintain neutral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumtimes, i feel i can never do sumthynk right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heck about all that now, im just gonna do what my guts tell me to do, and im gonna live it up a little more. =) ive meh wants and dreams, i can do all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you think you're right, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're wrong, you're right"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wise quote always pop in my mind, whenever I feel like i cant do anythynk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my life when I was 18, miss those bunch of grls, and wad i miss most is the love inside me, &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile because the sun is shining on you. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;Weets! Im gonna pass on the ferst day of skool for sumthynk much more rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-7290653557031302665?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7290653557031302665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-hell-with-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7290653557031302665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7290653557031302665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-hell-with-rest.html' title='to hell with the rest.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-2913634519218230581</id><published>2009-04-17T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:42:42.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM LIM infamous retard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im effynk shagged. particularly not the physical. Itz more of a mental shagged.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a good nitely routine of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Whee, got a job, starting tomr. Hahaha, monday is the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a mocking perfect timing. Heh, but im grateful nonetheless. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Word of caution: &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; wordy entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sim Lim with the darl yesterday, to sell his new psp (age of 3 days). Itz pretty actuallie, metallic baby blue. Hahaha, I laughed at his face when i got to know he picked baby blue. Hahahaha... &lt;strong&gt;Pretty boy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got conned pretty bad, paying an almost extra 100bucks from the market price for tt psp. But prolly after finish reading this entry, it might not even be a surprise nemore. Knowing how this &lt;em&gt;"people"&lt;/em&gt; works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt's just an initial pretty price for your eyes and before u noe it, u got bait by all the goodness, and when the actual price is staring right at your face, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; the balloon pops, and u end up paying a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why cant these people just be honest doing their stupid gaming sales eh? Before yesterday, which was the other day, accompanied him to Queensway to reprimand that guy, cause he (the salesman) told darlun tt the psp is modified, when later we found out, itz not. AND we found out that psp &lt;em&gt;cant&lt;/em&gt; be modified. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; ON TOP OF THAT, the memory card too, was a &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That guy is kinda rude and I realised one thing bout these conmen, they speak in riddles, answering questions with questions, and beat around the bush. And they slur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Articulation&lt;/em&gt;, people, is important when presenting urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, that's the story back at Queensway.&lt;br /&gt;Over at Sim Lim, it was the horror of horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much rounding and surveying, and the repetition of &lt;em&gt;"this psp cant be modified"&lt;/em&gt; (referring to his own psp) from every freaking shop, we finally found a shop, I'ld gladly put his unit number here if only I knew. Damn him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everythynk started rosy, we negotiated, and very professionally, talked about prices. Both of us wearing poker faces. And when he said he'ld take in the psp at 180bucks, (our highest one at the moment was onlie a 150) hun discreetly nudged me, and we tried to keep our excitement down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he too mentioned, we'ld only have to top up 200bucks for a new psp slim, iso cso format &lt;em&gt;(chey!! im using jargons now! wahaha)&lt;/em&gt; and seeing that our current find was a 2nd hand psp at a top up price of &lt;em&gt;220&lt;/em&gt;, it was indeed a very appealing deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we told him we're interested.&lt;br /&gt;And I should've smelled the starting of his fart when he told us, that he'ld only take the psp down for us &lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;we agreed to buy. A strictly confirmed buy deal only. But i guess, we were tired and want to get over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah3. Hun said he looked like an ok guy, but i have my own opinions of him.&lt;br /&gt;They had a smoke together, and before we noe it, he's being very very chatty with us and had alrdy done an upgrade for the psp, make the psp fast &lt;em&gt;(so effynk discreetly! w/o asking us. he's one sly b****).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get this, even my own 13yr old brother noes this trick. It doesnt need to be paid for this service. It's a matter of whether u noe how the program runs. Shit shit him ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he knew my doubts on him, coz I gave him a quizzical look on the lack of serial num, (since he said itz brand brand new) but din questino him further, then the thing bout the charger. He said itz new, but he slipped when he said the psp is a 2nd batch, and then he went on talking and let out that the charger is a 1st batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tipu, but ure not sleek, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, he gave darlyn a screen protector &lt;strong&gt;FOC&lt;/strong&gt;, a crystal cover &lt;strong&gt;FOC&lt;/strong&gt;, and even offered to put in games for him &lt;strong&gt;FOC&lt;/strong&gt;! That's like his fav term argh.&lt;br /&gt;So we were all in jolly, hun managed to give some game names, as for me, I told his gf&lt;br /&gt;(a saleswm there too) tt im no gamer. Which is a stoopid move to thnk bout it; but I din noe how cunning they could get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward, come to the billing, guess wad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agreed price of taking at $190 is further offered to us at &lt;em&gt;$200&lt;/em&gt; since &lt;em&gt;"ya'll are ok people"&lt;/em&gt; but me n ju's alrdy in business mode at the calculation moment. Blah3, he starts his snake tongue language and ended up instead of the 190, or 200, he wrote &lt;em&gt;174bucks&lt;/em&gt; as the trade in value. Oh, because of the tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused alrdy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell was ringing in my head by then. But I let him on, coz im not reallie much of a paper's person reading how many percent the tax is all. But even an idiot knows, that when u trade in, u dun pay the tax. The other party does. What he's doing is, he's letting&lt;em&gt; us&lt;/em&gt; pay the tax for &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that was through, I managed to oursmart him&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; *beam*&lt;/span&gt; and we got back our 190. Told him we din want his 200 offer either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his version of tax is 14%. As I said, I dun reallie follow the news, but isnt it at 7% government gst? I wasnt sure, so i shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL, he came to the bomb price of $621!! And he minus the trade in value blah3, tax ke wad la, ended up at $462!!!! When the agreed top up price was 200 flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah3, when we passed the phase of understaing we're never getting to pay the 200.. and when we questioned bout his price all, and when i told him that I wanted to explain back wad I understood from him, he exploded and&lt;em&gt; banged the calculator right then and there&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like with superb angry force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned, but let it past when suddenly darling spoke up &lt;em&gt;"U talked to her like that??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;THEN&lt;/em&gt; the drama starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, im actuallie&lt;em&gt; immensely&lt;/em&gt; proud of my boyfriend for standing up for me that way.&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these feelings came later.. all my brain was processing at that time was actions. No thought, nothynk.&lt;br /&gt;Like watching everytynk from a 3rd perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His ah beng kia true self starts to show, and he started demanding from hun wads his prob, and when darling spoke in very calm manner, he(they guy) start making a scene. I tried to calm him and told him let's all speak nicely, and the next thing I knew, he pulled a siccssors and tried to pull darling outside. My mind was spinning with alarm and i cant tell u how&lt;em&gt; fast&lt;/em&gt; my heart was beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hun pushed him away and I stood in between them, saying sumthynk. I dun rmbr wad, my body was on auto-mode and everythynk was happening too fast for me. And I felt hun pull me back behind him and I thought he din noe that ahbeng had a form of weapon with him. But darl knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he was shouting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"wad?!! wanna call police?!! CALL AR!!! got anybody meh?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *craning his neck and pretend to look everywhere with his SUPERBLY rude annoying expression* (when in actual fact, there was a lot of ppl, considering the small space, but all they did was looked on, bored) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;got camera meh?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and when hun did pointed out there was a camera up there, he shouted&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"hah! that one FAKE ONE!! HAAA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to swipe that stupid smirk across his face, then he tossed a penknife at hun and demand hun to settle outside with him. Eventuallie he put down his scissors and words cant describe the relief in me. By the time, I was &lt;s&gt;trembling&lt;/s&gt; shaking, is more accurate, inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hun answered his SCDF calls, that imbecile thot hun was calling his frenz up. Childishly he announced loudly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"wad?! call gang?! Eh ok ar, I also call ar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and pretended to call up his frenz. I just looked on at him pathetically. Did he even think we'ld buy his bait on that? Even i din. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; was the king of pathetic move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when finally we managed to sort things out, I explained to his gf, my version of calculation. My mind went blank for a while, and when I hear my own voice, it was trembling and even darling told me my hands were shaking then. I did realise and tried to disguise it. So I calmed myself down and the numbers came to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to question him bout the extras and where it all came from. 100 bucks on upgrade, 50 on RAM. Stupid ram which we din even request for. And he din mention a price for the upgrade.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; "eh sister, u think ppl do service for u, free meh? common sense.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I talked on bout the calculation, we agreed to only pay 350(technically darling la yg paying, haha, but i feel the pinch too eh!) . An extra 150 for all the extras he put in - upgrade and RAM. Then tt scum started to melenting lagik, i beats me now why we din just walked away. Prolly coz of his weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men with anger, they can just do about anythynk, for that im sure of.&lt;br /&gt;100% certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him, we'll play his game and add 7% tax to our alrdy offered price of 350, which makes it 374.5, 375la. And he' still not happie, but I firmly told him itz that or nothynk. And he agreed begrudgingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then bitched in Chinese about us to whomever who'ld listen in front of us. My guess would be we wanted us to demand him and he'ld start agaen his tactic and decided to call off the agreement. But me n hun cant even be bothered. He was going on with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"malairen blah3... malairen blah3..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U dun have to suddenly get all racist ynoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, he apologised to hun, I was so full of despise towards him for ever threatening hun, that I din even looked at him when he apologised or sweet talked telling hun he give darl 3 mnths of dree downloading of ANY games there. *roll eyes* BIG DEAL. Besar sgt la game dier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant understand how hun could actullie &lt;em&gt;SMILED&lt;/em&gt; at him after all that and told him that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;everyone has a temper, just rmbr that everyone else also has temper. Just rmbr that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was his exact words. My proud moment too at his wise words. Mebbe that was wad makes us 2 different people. Him and his ways, me and my ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; way, I'ld have him reported for threat with weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Suker2 threat mataer org ngan scissors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun said if he had the balls to do that, he'd done that without all the BIG TALKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big talk, no balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"EH THIS IS SIM LIM AR!!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY KNOW ME!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question,&lt;br /&gt;How far can notoriety get u, &lt;em&gt;brudder?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-2913634519218230581?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2913634519218230581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-lim-infamous-retard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2913634519218230581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/2913634519218230581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-lim-infamous-retard.html' title='SIM LIM infamous retard.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6010448375799664226</id><published>2009-04-13T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:33:21.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars n such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We caught this movie yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SeK5gfZaFqI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/K7oJNcyACk0/s1600-h/fnf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324021677340366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SeK5gfZaFqI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/K7oJNcyACk0/s400/fnf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324021681773372850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SeK5gv6UZbI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/DY1Eq0-WWu8/s400/wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the cars, this is my fav fav. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my dream car envisioned, only in mine, it was matte grey. Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, I just bumped &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;dent to my dad's car at the rear.&lt;br /&gt;And it's effynk deep!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like diamond shaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lucky for me, my dad din lecture me too much.&lt;br /&gt;He advised me and told me to take it as a lesson learnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like shit, having had that happened. &lt;em&gt;Agaen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im staying off the car for a lil while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to ask for a job today, hopefully I get... the pay is small, but heckla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, I had a nice dream yesterday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8729626847955909878-6010448375799664226?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6010448375799664226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/cars-n-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6010448375799664226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6010448375799664226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/cars-n-such.html' title='Cars n such'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SeK5gfZaFqI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/K7oJNcyACk0/s72-c/fnf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-9048884030616066295</id><published>2009-04-10T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:54:52.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Eeerie Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Hollaaa hollaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Itz a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel like holiday to me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Heh, coz basically everyday feels like holiday to me now. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up uber late todae, tros mkn!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. meh mummie da sajikan yummie food, her famous nasi lemak and kueh.. forgot the name of it.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go rumah nanai with meh parents, and she citerkn citer dulu2!&lt;br /&gt;Interestinggg...~&lt;br /&gt;There, mkn agaen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go rumah my aunt, &lt;s&gt;makan&lt;/s&gt; agaen.&lt;br /&gt;Then go JP, eat agaen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at JP, and mumsie was buying cadar, and I was loking thru, some are &lt;em&gt;soo &lt;/em&gt;luxurious, like 500plus..but itz like &lt;em&gt;aaaahhhh&lt;/em&gt;, bestnyerrr....&lt;br /&gt;i want those kinda beddings when im married.&lt;br /&gt;Itz like.. &lt;em&gt;*sighhh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ld stay in my nice bouncy soft bed forever, &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; wanna get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would &lt;em&gt;actuallie&lt;/em&gt; spend &lt;strong&gt;500plus&lt;/strong&gt; eh on &lt;em&gt;beddings&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, rich ppl i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways!!&lt;br /&gt;kekeke... I had my sis hair done and put on makeup for her.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. aftermidnite..&lt;br /&gt;Straightened her hair, put on makeup.. haha, so not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking her pics, suddenly she look reallie like one of our local celebrity!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I told her to put on her dress, like one of those they sell, and look!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-i0xSsq9I/AAAAAAAAC3g/RG1ueXW5SEk/s1600-h/2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323165634943550994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-u8Q9ghhI/AAAAAAAAC34/HC6bQumrNOQ/s400/2aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Does this remind u of &lt;em&gt;anyone?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;(hint: the pose! n the smile! the dress is a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; GIVEAWAY&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it all started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-itOWihMI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/P-_9dg2yIS0/s1600-h/picCIMG1091b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323152182405661890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-itOWihMI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/P-_9dg2yIS0/s400/picCIMG1091b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-is-L5J-I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/94YgBNHUjJk/s1600-h/picCIMG1093b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323152178066040802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-is-L5J-I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/94YgBNHUjJk/s400/picCIMG1093b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-isjRyP2I/AAAAAAAAC3I/d0OAUIXi4WE/s1600-h/picCIMG1102b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323152170842996578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-isjRyP2I/AAAAAAAAC3I/d0OAUIXi4WE/s400/picCIMG1102b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-isZBBBKI/AAAAAAAAC3A/c55PR8AAqSg/s1600-h/picCIMG1101b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323152168088306850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-isZBBBKI/AAAAAAAAC3A/c55PR8AAqSg/s400/picCIMG1101b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told her to smile like the &lt;em&gt;local celeb &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(inside joke),&lt;/span&gt; and this shot came along!!!&lt;br /&gt;*ehem &lt;em&gt;the pose&lt;/em&gt; ehem*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-isD5qKiI/AAAAAAAAC24/Qu5tfQaaJbI/s1600-h/picCIMG1103b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323152162420304418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-isD5qKiI/AAAAAAAAC24/Qu5tfQaaJbI/s400/picCIMG1103b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do u noe who?&lt;br /&gt;You should noe who!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. If tak tau, then &lt;em&gt;borynnn&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151313640756242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-h6p82FBI/AAAAAAAAC2w/K_EanuAV8OM/s400/picCIMG1107b.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151303212122050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-h6DGdv8I/AAAAAAAAC2g/XyFbzS0axoE/s400/picCIMG1109b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-h53sK3YI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/1eWBmS7iU8Q/s1600-h/picCIMG1110b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151300149042562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-h53sK3YI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/1eWBmS7iU8Q/s400/picCIMG1110b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, this is effynk obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-hTNKjXDI/AAAAAAAAC2A/0m9YPbxEk0k/s1600-h/picCIMG1111b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150635898723378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-hTNKjXDI/AAAAAAAAC2A/0m9YPbxEk0k/s400/picCIMG1111b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-xf70u1mI/AAAAAAAAC4A/l8NZm4fK1tY/s1600-h/CIMG1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323168446768141922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-xf70u1mI/AAAAAAAAC4A/l8NZm4fK1tY/s400/CIMG1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323168453561514802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-xgVIZezI/AAAAAAAAC4I/p9U45gRlT0Q/s400/CIMG1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is so shot tak menjadik. itz supposed to look &lt;em&gt;girly&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323158331710088498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-oTKS9pTI/AAAAAAAAC3o/Y_tMvz0QZzU/s400/picCIMG1120b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-hS9nbGAI/AAAAAAAAC14/YzAeRyduTjI/s1600-h/picCIMG1120b.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-hSpz6GYI/AAAAAAAAC1w/LdOmHQlEFTA/s1600-h/picCIMG1121b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150626408503682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-hSpz6GYI/AAAAAAAAC1w/LdOmHQlEFTA/s400/picCIMG1121b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-g0Oa99sI/AAAAAAAAC1o/qS251W4u88o/s1600-h/picCIMG1123b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150103660066498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-g0Oa99sI/AAAAAAAAC1o/qS251W4u88o/s400/picCIMG1123b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gz7NoQmI/AAAAAAAAC1g/Nw53JQzHNRo/s1600-h/picCIMG1124b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150098503844450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gz7NoQmI/AAAAAAAAC1g/Nw53JQzHNRo/s400/picCIMG1124b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gzkGZB5I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/AdgsAa69XIc/s1600-h/picCIMG1125b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150092299470738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gzkGZB5I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/AdgsAa69XIc/s400/picCIMG1125b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150090746975682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gzeUP1cI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/QbWEI83-P5k/s400/picCIMG1126b.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My sis looks like the baby sis.&lt;br /&gt;Hmpfrt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gzKM59dI/AAAAAAAAC1I/uwkfLX3hW0Q/s1600-h/picCIMG1127b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150085347472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gzKM59dI/AAAAAAAAC1I/uwkfLX3hW0Q/s400/picCIMG1127b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gESaZFdI/AAAAAAAAC1A/DMjieyEb2H4/s1600-h/picCIMG1157b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149280097670610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-gESaZFdI/AAAAAAAAC1A/DMjieyEb2H4/s400/picCIMG1157b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fZV0RxRI/AAAAAAAAC04/la-v-1RjF9Q/s1600-h/picCIMG1130b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323148542277174546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fZV0RxRI/AAAAAAAAC04/la-v-1RjF9Q/s400/picCIMG1130b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fZI9HLcI/AAAAAAAAC0w/vLxEhj-mMrI/s1600-h/picCIMG1131b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323148538824568258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fZI9HLcI/AAAAAAAAC0w/vLxEhj-mMrI/s400/picCIMG1131b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fY0gWjqI/AAAAAAAAC0o/GNuJrunFml8/s1600-h/picCIMG1132b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323148533335232162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fY0gWjqI/AAAAAAAAC0o/GNuJrunFml8/s400/picCIMG1132b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha, her hair kental eh nie!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fYbmBtmI/AAAAAAAAC0g/NC0LncrtGmA/s1600-h/picCIMG1133b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323148526648145506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fYbmBtmI/AAAAAAAAC0g/NC0LncrtGmA/s400/picCIMG1133b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fYION5RI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/nGmYpCfye2k/s1600-h/picCIMG1135b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323148521448006930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-fYION5RI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/nGmYpCfye2k/s400/picCIMG1135b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, my hair plak kental. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*deleted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-e4Z7rcGI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/vpklRovRaYI/s1600-h/picCIMG1136b.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ha, we had much more crazier face, this was the most decent one available to put here.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, decide to keep them for inside laughs la yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh, more local celeb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-e3_U91oI/AAAAAAAAC0A/OdvlcXalSM8/s1600-h/picCIMG1153b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323147969304581762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-e3_U91oI/AAAAAAAAC0A/OdvlcXalSM8/s400/picCIMG1153b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-e3sRFc2I/AAAAAAAACz4/GDmP9CG1eV8/s1600-h/picCIMG1154b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323147964188029794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-e3sRFc2I/AAAAAAAACz4/GDmP9CG1eV8/s400/picCIMG1154b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-e3cKAsiI/AAAAAAAACzw/A6vX85CyA4k/s1600-h/picCIMG1155b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323147959863390754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-e3cKAsiI/AAAAAAAACzw/A6vX85CyA4k/s400/picCIMG1155b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ngade2 eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-d-vPPKMI/AAAAAAAACzo/gfZvv7qPohc/s1600-h/picCIMG1156b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323146985733040322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-d-vPPKMI/AAAAAAAACzo/gfZvv7qPohc/s400/picCIMG1156b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KENTALAAAAAAANNN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i putting this up here for real?!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. well, im not&lt;em&gt; tt&lt;/em&gt; vain! Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-d-eDUy5I/AAAAAAAACzg/VKE2Zh_Dizg/s1600-h/picCIMG1157b.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323160788755485490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-qiLgPEzI/AAAAAAAAC3w/kvOKeXRLzQ8/s400/picCIMG1157b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323146975615991346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-d-JjJPjI/AAAAAAAACzY/cX21vKUccL8/s400/picCIMG1158b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighties, thatz all. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know who tt local celeb is, hee, just lemme declare i like her actuallie.&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer her blogging fren &lt;em&gt;much more&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8729626847955909878-9048884030616066295?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9048884030616066295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainy-eeerie-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9048884030616066295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/9048884030616066295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainy-eeerie-friday.html' title='Rainy Eeerie Friday.'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/Sd-u8Q9ghhI/AAAAAAAAC34/HC6bQumrNOQ/s72-c/2aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4580722794873218095</id><published>2009-04-10T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:59:05.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>want longgggg hair....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like going for a new haircut, but the problem is i wanna have long hair, BUT the other problem is thattt, my hair wun ever grow! &lt;em&gt;Ever!&lt;/em&gt; Darling says my hair bantot. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriouslie eh.. why does my hair not grow? They say, sumthynk bout lack of eating fish. &lt;em&gt;Fish&lt;/em&gt;. Heh, but true that im more of a red-meat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hair long luscious wavy hair... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, 3 days of mothering, and im so damn tired alrdy. Parents went overseas, so as usual i become the mother figure of Loola n Sgee. Wonder why eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my dad usuallie send my bro to school, (otw mah) and since he's not here to do that, I felt like i hadter do it. So for 3 days, ive been waking up veryyy earlie. Altho the ferst day, we woke up late. Haha, 6.50am. So just put on some decent clothes and off i went, hahaha.. like, bangse tk mandi. Wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actuallie, even when we bgn siang, i din bathe. Haha.. Ala, in the car wad! And the 2nd and 3 day, add another person to send too. Chix Leg sis. @ Buona Vista. Man, traffic in the morn, is horrifically HORIBBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive kinda much to say, but, all i wanna do now is just lie down on my bed which seems to be like calling making me in trance to it. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The darling is sick. Agaen, the throat thing. Went to Alexandra, since we suspected it might be tonsilities. Coz without fail, it will come back given 2 to 3 months of absence. And now, it sure did came back. And we waited for superbly long hours, and da excited + seram to have his tonsils remove and the doc anti-climax says itz not tonsilities. But it had to be right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled the symptoms all and most webbies said it was tonsilities. While waiting, darling described several gore ways of extracting the tonsils, haha.. nak takot2kn org, padahal &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;yg the person gg in. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doc said he's one of the patient doomed to have this come back agaen and agaen, and there's nothing that can be done bout it. Agaen, they gave the same meds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reallie hope he'ld cut down on his smoking, not onlie for his health but for his overall wellbeing too. Coz he can get kinda&lt;em&gt; sparky&lt;/em&gt; if he's sick. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know smoking causes 25 diseases and &lt;em&gt;11&lt;/em&gt; types of cancers?&lt;br /&gt;Of coz they noe, they see it everytday at their cigarette box, im not asking for him to totally quit, which I noe he can if he wants to, (coz i noe u can do anythynk u set ur mind on to, hun) but, just a cut down. But do it for you, okies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So zee parents came back today, and weets! Mumsie bought for me Diesel Fuel for Life perfume. &lt;em&gt;Wheehee!&lt;/em&gt; ;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*smooches!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ive been playing the sims 2,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (ol skool game, hey i started this when i was pri skool ok!)&lt;/span&gt; heh, but this one, Khalil bought for my sis. As a gift coz he said as a tool to lessen my sis boredom when he's at Taiwan. &lt;em&gt;Aww&lt;/em&gt;, sweet huh? Oh, his flight's tonight, sis is over at airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ive this character making it just like Ju and me. And their names, James Perrie and Izzie Perrie. Mwahaha... James has a mohawk and Izzie is a redhead with green eyes. &lt;em&gt;heeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're totally all over each other, &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; the scoop is, James is actuallie&lt;em&gt; gay&lt;/em&gt; too. Which makes him bi. Hahahaha.. he cant stop making out with Benjamin. His neighbour. I swear, I din control it, i let it be in auto mode. Hahaha... They keep kissing &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; kissing. Just hope they wun &lt;em&gt;woohoo&lt;/em&gt; one day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha, but he's still in love with Izzie. Funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall screenshot them here one day. Heehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: The bugger Mokhtar msged my dad's number &lt;i&gt;"BBQ, plus learn how to earn $100/200 per day! plus itz FREE!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tuiiiiii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729626847955909878-4580722794873218095?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4580722794873218095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/want-longgggg-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4580722794873218095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/4580722794873218095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/want-longgggg-hair.html' title='want longgggg hair....'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-5667129260618638106</id><published>2009-04-08T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:13:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tee am see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thnk, I just had the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; sleep of the year.&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelivably deep and, satisfying. &lt;em&gt;Aaaaahhh..&lt;/em&gt; after much insomniac nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aneways, me drove over to Marina yest and we caught DMC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321860308904394434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SdsLwSh_PsI/AAAAAAAACzQ/1sZaWoyTv5E/s400/dmc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahah.. itz funny yet lame, yet funny yet lame.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. overall, itz endearing. Heh... reminds me of Loola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun tak abez2 campak2 popcorn to me, and at the end of the movie, the area surronding us was so trashed with popcorns. And while I walked out, I din realise my back has got popcorns stuck to my butt. Haha... Ive even got popcorns&lt;em&gt; inside&lt;/em&gt; my baju. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Altho Loola dun find the movie one bit funny pon, &lt;em&gt;hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said itz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;one of the most ridiculous movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she've ever seen in her most indignant tone. Hahaha.. mebbe the character reminded her of sumone close to heart.. haha, u noe who.. The one tt sees the world with butterflies and love songs and dolphins swimming around... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, am busy! Cant blog much. But yesterday's ending was &lt;em&gt;amaaaaaaaaaazing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking bout it makes meh heart flutterr... heehz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana uriidu an anaaam... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(silent u yah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Which means, i wanna sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. not tt i reallie wanna sleep,&lt;br /&gt;but im learning,&lt;em&gt; i want to-&lt;/em&gt; sentences in arab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhiibuu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8729626847955909878-5667129260618638106?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5667129260618638106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/tee-am-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5667129260618638106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/5667129260618638106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/tee-am-see.html' title='tee am see'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SdsLwSh_PsI/AAAAAAAACzQ/1sZaWoyTv5E/s72-c/dmc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-6138633507685791153</id><published>2009-04-05T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:04:54.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool game! Hehehe... Din noe they made kampong game into a virtual game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SdZHwZcyb0I/AAAAAAAACzI/zs17pgNM0E0/s1600-h/pre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320518906575744834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SdZHwZcyb0I/AAAAAAAACzI/zs17pgNM0E0/s400/pre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, u hafter scroll down.. dunno why the spaces cant be erased.&lt;br /&gt;Think they use table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODc3OTY2MTk5OSZwdD*xMjM4Nzc5NzIyODM1JnA9MTEwOTkxJmQ9TWFzaCUyMEdhbWUmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTFmMjQ5OTIzZjcxZTQxMDA5MzY4NjZjMjM4NTBlNGZi.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg); BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial'" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="eSpin the Bottle" href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img title="Behold... My Future" height="150" alt="Behold... My Future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;Juraimi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Shack&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;2 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;Black Suzuki Swift&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;Poet&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a title="whats your future" href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img height="33" alt="whats your future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right!!!!! Of all choices, i marry Juraimi, my louvely!&lt;br /&gt;Altho Josh Duhamel wouldnt hurt too... &lt;em&gt;Hmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEHHH!! kidding darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cover my ears! before kene piat!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in Vegas! Woohoo... *frown..* hmm... too many pole-dancings for darling to my liking alrdy. Hmpfrt. Heehz, wheni told my sis, one of my honeymoon choice would be Vegas, she said&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah bagos ar, start kawen ngan tempat2 gitu"&lt;/em&gt; Chet! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehz, still rmbr when I got told off by the blonde staff when i sat at one of their casino machine.. wadever itz called. Haha.. I noe there's a name for it. But it was the hotel lobby! &lt;strong&gt;Hmpfrt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shack.. hmm.. doesnt matter, so long itz home! ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 kids, phew. Naseb they din choose the 100kids! HAHAHAHA!!!! I'ld die of the exhaustion itself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Suzuki Swfit, heeheee, not bad not bad. Altho would prefer RX8, HEH. And spending my life as POET?!!! WAKAKAKAKAKAKAA... &lt;em&gt;at Vegas?!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8729626847955909878-6138633507685791153?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6138633507685791153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/mash-game-predict-your-future-at-espin_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6138633507685791153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/6138633507685791153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/mash-game-predict-your-future-at-espin_03.html' title='Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVheWagqtNs/SdZHwZcyb0I/AAAAAAAACzI/zs17pgNM0E0/s72-c/pre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-7331682956862394899</id><published>2009-04-04T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:04:36.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swingin' my baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wooots! Ive so much to load off this chest! And I feel uber scrubbed and fresh after a&lt;em&gt; longgggg&lt;/em&gt; slow cold shower. Heh, guess wad? Hahahaha... im laughing my heads off while typing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went for a run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ika. &lt;em&gt;Run&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doesnt go.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;but that's what i did! Yay! Impromptu, but the main point is, &lt;em&gt;I feel good&lt;/em&gt;. Especially the after then run. After berzaman berlalu... this is the ferst time i run. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The last time i ran, was at J.E gym's treadmill, where I got dizzy and fell off the treadmill. Haha, if uve ever seen how a person falls off the treadmill, u shld noe.&lt;br /&gt;Itz like the machine literally kick your butt hard, off.&lt;br /&gt;That was embarassing. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. I need to talk to my sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V. important.&lt;br /&gt;Be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Back to.. oh yeah, running. Me went with Sgee. ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not reallie satisfying la the run, maklumla.. hahaha, berzaman tk lari.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;the run, even til now, i still feel the rush. Hahaha, like my lips are still surged with blood from the run and I thnk i might be &lt;em&gt;glowing!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakakakaka.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No wonder ppl get addicted to running huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syg Mat Sgee, tomr we go agaen okies?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. No, I cant plan. Or else, it wun come true.&lt;br /&gt;Ive to go with the flowww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae was a long dae, a nice superbly comforting morning with hun til the afternoon.. playing games and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u noe, haha..&lt;br /&gt;darling has a brain of average joe. Which is perfectly ok,&lt;br /&gt;but the first attempt, was wad was it, &lt;em&gt;GORILLA'S brain??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... And ehem. Mine, first attempt - brain of a&lt;strong&gt; GENIUS&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*beam beam*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke... the wonders of quizes. Reallie does make or break ur ego.&lt;br /&gt;For me, that's an instant &lt;em&gt;turbo boost.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aneways, later in the afternoon, both of us headed to Gek Poh's KFC. Coz I was supposedly to meet this Mokhtar, but, he wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(utterly umprofessional guy - i'ld just lurve to replace the word guy with toot, but nah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted it was my fault coz i din double-confirm with him, but I reallie find it superbly leceh if ppl da buat janji, and then find the need to double confirm, &lt;em&gt;double confirm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fickle for wad. Da janji, then full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he msged my mum's phone. And since I wasnt at home, he was actuallie msging my mum. That was my fault too la. Argh, mebbe this whole thing is &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;fault, but im just effynk pissed with his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;unprofessionalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He msged for double-confirmation. Since there was no reply, he msged&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Since no reply, ur interview is cancel n given to others!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello?!&lt;br /&gt;I geddit if u would just msg me that way and end with a &lt;strong&gt;full stop&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Obviouslie, he's not aware of &lt;s&gt;business&lt;/s&gt; msging etiqutte.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;basic &lt;/em&gt;msging etiqutte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then, my mum replied a &lt;em&gt;"who are you?"&lt;/em&gt; coz she dunno wad..&lt;br /&gt;And this guy replied with full of smug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mokhtar Network Markerting - dats shows ur not serious wen u say ur cuming fr d interview, bcos u dun even bother to kip this number"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I, on the other hand was oblivious to his rudeness coz when i called my mum she told me like as per normal. So when i called this guy, guess wad? He had the cheek to&lt;em&gt; lecture&lt;/em&gt; me for the whole 10mins!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just listened to his non-stop lecture, coz my mind was dazed and occupied with the conversation i just had with my dad. If I had known better, I'ld give him a piece of my mind eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouhwells, just as well I din stoop to his level too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then da balek.. laze around for a while, and dearest hun antarkn tomyum hot from the kitchen summore! Heeehehehe.. he even asked his mum to cook more, coz he noe i love tomyum. Aalalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummies la darling. Uber explosive! ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd....&lt;br /&gt;just a while ago I cant resist drinking meh coke and hot tuna with bread. Ive been resisting since I went for the run &lt;em&gt;(haha, mcm maner nyer besar tu lari.. )&lt;/em&gt; haha, so dun wanna waste la, bedek2. But!! HAAA everyone noes I cant resist myself from &lt;em&gt;foood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ha, so while eating, teman meh mummie. And we were leaning Arab, and funny eh she went, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ana tabaa'uun jiddan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then I went &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Laaaa', ante jamilatuun jiddann!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna noe wad the exchange is about? Haha.. my mum said &lt;em&gt;"I am very tired!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went &lt;em&gt;"Nooo!! You are veryyy beautiful!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha, tell me!! Is there &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; connection?? Hahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*stretch!*&lt;br /&gt;Hmwacccks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8729626847955909878-7331682956862394899?l=delicate-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7331682956862394899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/swingin-my-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7331682956862394899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729626847955909878/posts/default/7331682956862394899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/swingin-my-baby.html' title='swingin&apos; my baby..'/><author><name>LovelyLolla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177499725447790851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSY5zp8b9M/TxDzZMV0sHI/AAAAAAAADVs/jIDdX8pn_T8/s220/image014a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729626847955909878.post-4145094545063933624</id><published>2009-04-03T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:44:25.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummielouve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from PS with hun.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, PS's LJS is the most cockup LJ. heh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dun mean it in a serious way, btw.&lt;br /&gt;He din get to watch MBV 3D, agaen, coz... not showing.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I doubt they're still showing.. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways....&lt;br /&gt;I feel, awful.&lt;br /&gt;I feel, terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel... &lt;em&gt;ugly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel... *sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;other world related to the context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sumthynk to do with my mum, and.. im feeling such a heavy load of guilt... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suddenly miss yesterdae, when I rolled on her bed.. and roll and roll.. then 
