<?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-1519127014479645263</id><updated>2012-03-08T23:27:34.539+08:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Foods'/><category term='Chit Chat'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Not heard everyday'/><category term='Novel'/><category term='Coretan'/><category term='untuk diri'/><category term='Diary &apos;06'/><title type='text'>Pink's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>389</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-25250008176949868</id><published>2012-02-18T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T15:56:06.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>emotionally disturbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thechangeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/blah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://www.thechangeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/blah.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;*picture credit to Google.com*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This thing has been in my mind for few days. This 'thing' stay in my mind because one of my friend said that I always give negative comments to him. Am I? Well, its not only him say that, there are few of my friends say that too. They say I always critics about anything. Especially idea that they gave. Am I too negative? I mean to people? I don't know. I always try to be positive even in the worst condition, I think I am. Maybe I say negative things to people. I don't know. I feel down because I made him feel that way. I always wanted and try to be supportive to my friends, at least that are my intention. I never want them feel negative about it. Maybe I said it in the wrong way? I am not down that he said I'm negative but I'm down because I made him feel so down. I'm not saying that I'm not hurt, I'm not saying I don't care because I do really care! Why I have to even bother about all this? Because I always did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S: it strike me so bad. I still remember how someone really special to me, my best friend said to me that I didn't understand her. I cried because of that. I cried because I feel and I think that I've been always by her side all the time. But she said I didn't understand her. I'm speechless. Usually I can talk back, at least to defend myself. But I really speechless that time. It dragged down all my confidence that time. I'm trying so hard cheer myself it really took me some time to accept it. But somehow, it still hurt now. Really hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.best-quotes.info/angelou-feel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://photos.best-quotes.info/angelou-feel.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*picture credit to Google.com*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-25250008176949868?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/25250008176949868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/02/emotionally-disturbed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/25250008176949868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/25250008176949868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/02/emotionally-disturbed.html' title='emotionally disturbed'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4735233190354843871</id><published>2012-02-11T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T15:56:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February. I went to KL twice this month. Tomorrow gonna pass through the highway again! This time destination : Nilai, Negeri Sembilan. Fighting!&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-4735233190354843871?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/4735233190354843871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/02/february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4735233190354843871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4735233190354843871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/02/february.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-1980763389304074083</id><published>2012-01-27T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:51:28.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percaya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entri pada kali ini adalah sekadar untuk menenangkan perasaan, meluahkan fikiran dan kata yang terpendam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kepercayaan. Sukar untuk kita percaya kepada seseorang namun untuk hilang kepercayaan dengan seseorang amat mudah. Mungkin dendam tidak tersemat namun cukup untuk membuatkan kita merasakan kita telah dikhianati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Jika kepercayaan yang kita letak itu tinggi, semakin perit luka yang kita rasai. Tapi itu tidak seharusnya dijadikan penghalang untuk kita mempercayai orang. Hidup ini perlu ada percaya. Tanpa percaya, kita akan hilang arah. Tempat kita meletak kepercayaan itu yang perlu diambil perhatian. Jika kepercayaan kepada ibu-bapa, mungkin perit itu hanya sementara. Kepercayaan kepada kawan atau teman biasa, mungkin kita tidak ambil kisah, kerana kepercayaan itu tidak tinggi. Kepercayaan terhadap teman lelaki/wanita akan membawa kepada kerenggangan dalam hubungan dan boleh membawa kepada perpisahan. Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan? Bergantung bagaimana kita menjaganya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Namun harus kita ketahui, bukan kesemua kepercayaan itu dikhianati dengan sengaja. Setiap orang mempunyai kepentingan mereka yang tersendiri. Penting bagi kamu, tapi bukan bagi mereka. Begitu juga sebaliknya. Kita dilahirkan berakal, gunakanlah akal itu untuk berfikir secara rasional. Kita dilahirkan mempunyai hati dan perasaan, gunakanlah hati dan perasaan untuk menilai perkara secara berpada-pada. Setiap perkara yang berlaku pasti ada hikmahnya. Pada pendapat saya, kita tidak boleh menjdai terlalu sensitif dan terlalu 'ignorance'. Biarlah seimbang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sekian saja entri pada kali ini. Ringkas. Renungkan sejenak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S: meluahkan perasaan dan menenangkan fikiran melalui menulis. pengalaman membentuk seseorang. tidak semestinya harus bercakap dengan orang lain mengenainya. kadangkala dengan menulis, kita mampu muhasabah diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-1980763389304074083?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/1980763389304074083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/percaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1980763389304074083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1980763389304074083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/percaya.html' title='Percaya?'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3666689854858302947</id><published>2012-01-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:33:05.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I look that I care? Sadly, sometimes I do care with that look that doesn't care. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3666689854858302947?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3666689854858302947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-i-look-that-i-care-sadly-sometimes-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3666689854858302947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3666689854858302947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-i-look-that-i-care-sadly-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-7193389569535135913</id><published>2012-01-21T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:23:45.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Just another update. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Hello! We meet again diary! Exam done! Yeah! My last paper was on 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;of January. Integrated Marketing Communication, or in simple but incomplete meaning, advertising. Although the paper gap is quite wide, but I can say that I completely blank during the exam. Who will care anyway? Hahahaha. That evening I went to play volleyball and that’s hang out with my friend, Vun and Eddy at Khaleel till 2am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;January, nothing much I did in the daytime, sleep whole day! Went to meeting for University Ambassador program at 8.30pm. At 9.30pm, I went to Georgetown with Vun and Yati. Too bad for Vun, he got stopped by police and using some ‘discussion’, he got off. Luckily I didn’t get caught. If yes, say good bye to my P license that will end this march (finally, after waiting for 2years).&amp;nbsp; We meeting for I’m not sure how many hours but I reach my room at 5am and sleep at 5.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;of January, SRN (Sekretariat Rukun Negara) USM went to Pulau Jerejak for Leadership Camp. It was so much fun doing adventurous activities! I really love it! Jungle trekking, suspension bridge, flying fox, wall climbing, swimming, water polo’ing, and lepaking (ok, the lepaking was made up) were awesome! And my manly side was shining so bright! Now, I’m a ‘bro’ among my friends! Well, I’m not the ‘gigirl’ type from the beginning. Hahahaha. Not forgotten to mention, my leg cramped 2 times when I swimming and water polo’ing! Luckily I could recover fast. It was very damn tiring day! Pictures time~ *the pictures are not in sequence order*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjimMIKYBzs/TxqFyXigXNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/yqScsPyVetY/s1600/CIMG5655+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjimMIKYBzs/TxqFyXigXNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/yqScsPyVetY/s400/CIMG5655+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Khai racing in wall climbing, I lead! (which is later become 2nd..hahahah)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63nmreALMwA/TxqGIuDnMKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/B5eXCvGsgxs/s1600/CIMG5692+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63nmreALMwA/TxqGIuDnMKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/B5eXCvGsgxs/s400/CIMG5692+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resting beside the pool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--621CRjfO-0/TxqGebF0rmI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GW6y8sFMd0I/s1600/CIMG5695+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--621CRjfO-0/TxqGebF0rmI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GW6y8sFMd0I/s400/CIMG5695+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm with Munchee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkVWQLiACwo/TxqG0JqudqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8IBNZSxlx4I/s1600/CIMG5697+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkVWQLiACwo/TxqG0JqudqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8IBNZSxlx4I/s400/CIMG5697+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give cool pose ever body.hahahahha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mniTllCtx-o/TxqHKjuRMRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/736tookxMtM/s1600/CIMG5698+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mniTllCtx-o/TxqHKjuRMRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/736tookxMtM/s400/CIMG5698+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again with Munchee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59lhZ2ugX1E/TxqHdGSsKHI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JdQAkgS3Y6E/s1600/CIMG5711+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59lhZ2ugX1E/TxqHdGSsKHI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JdQAkgS3Y6E/s400/CIMG5711+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm with Shahrul at the boat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_NczCpJOggo/TxqHy9KyF2I/AAAAAAAAAok/WPEjt_o-8J0/s1600/CIMG5712+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_NczCpJOggo/TxqHy9KyF2I/AAAAAAAAAok/WPEjt_o-8J0/s400/CIMG5712+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Windy~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2fy1lkCQ80/TxqIKI-n2FI/AAAAAAAAAos/ljXjOthL-BQ/s1600/CIMG5717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2fy1lkCQ80/TxqIKI-n2FI/AAAAAAAAAos/ljXjOthL-BQ/s400/CIMG5717.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vun with Khai. Peace! ^^V&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-komLJzVnXH8/TxqIb3YbFFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FXexceohLJ0/s1600/CIMG5720+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-komLJzVnXH8/TxqIb3YbFFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FXexceohLJ0/s400/CIMG5720+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling cool~ hahahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2J2OBz4INU/TxqIvTcG0JI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IPxMfT9OQfk/s1600/CIMG5729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2J2OBz4INU/TxqIvTcG0JI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IPxMfT9OQfk/s400/CIMG5729.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vun and Khai again. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stRgm7dRTT0/Txp_SJulh0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/TmNsPTI89MI/s1600/CIMG5640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stRgm7dRTT0/Txp_SJulh0I/AAAAAAAAAmk/TmNsPTI89MI/s400/CIMG5640.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like family picture.. hahahhaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrZVTtqhZ-M/Txp_nEwBfAI/AAAAAAAAAm0/C4dJahIDgdc/s1600/CIMG5610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrZVTtqhZ-M/Txp_nEwBfAI/AAAAAAAAAm0/C4dJahIDgdc/s400/CIMG5610.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vun is so excited, Khai and Shahrul&amp;nbsp;embarrassed. hahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caBS7thCMYY/Txp_Tj7W__I/AAAAAAAAAmo/m21rW-LFXAg/s1600/406871_350853501592565_100000037548913_1500966_687973710_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-caBS7thCMYY/Txp_Tj7W__I/AAAAAAAAAmo/m21rW-LFXAg/s400/406871_350853501592565_100000037548913_1500966_687973710_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Before start our jungle trekking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vwOOurbQZ0/TxqACp3F-TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/MHSkOOT8r3U/s1600/CIMG5616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vwOOurbQZ0/TxqACp3F-TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/MHSkOOT8r3U/s400/CIMG5616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhore~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ER32TbJSEGY/TxqAUDFJTbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WkwvKf7hqIQ/s1600/CIMG5702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ER32TbJSEGY/TxqAUDFJTbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/WkwvKf7hqIQ/s400/CIMG5702.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vun is exhausted, Munchee excited and Khai is happy kid~ hahahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckOn37-e_44/TxqA2H_iihI/AAAAAAAAAnU/c703-ACHo9w/s1600/CIMG5731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckOn37-e_44/TxqA2H_iihI/AAAAAAAAAnU/c703-ACHo9w/s400/CIMG5731.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before going down to the jetty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuZQNDprJBY/TxqDHANdqpI/AAAAAAAAAnc/X1HVWASOsSA/s1600/166960_350853091592606_100000037548913_1500960_1912060712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuZQNDprJBY/TxqDHANdqpI/AAAAAAAAAnc/X1HVWASOsSA/s400/166960_350853091592606_100000037548913_1500960_1912060712_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morning ice breaking session&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3zEiNvXsqM/TxqDIVSeAYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/DwXb4m8Xhx8/s1600/406827_350853864925862_100000037548913_1500973_1814756655_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3zEiNvXsqM/TxqDIVSeAYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/DwXb4m8Xhx8/s400/406827_350853864925862_100000037548913_1500973_1814756655_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before go through the suspension bridge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5UgmdZHedw/TxqDKCmXsQI/AAAAAAAAAns/ooWKmuJmWpY/s1600/409472_350855064925742_100000037548913_1500995_28068737_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5UgmdZHedw/TxqDKCmXsQI/AAAAAAAAAns/ooWKmuJmWpY/s400/409472_350855064925742_100000037548913_1500995_28068737_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! jumping at suspension bridge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;I’m about to sleep when Munchee said she want to do surprise birthday for Eddy! I can’t say no, arghhhh. So I go along with the plan. Eddy was very surprised! Munchee call him and tell him that her arm got dislocated again. He got panicked and run to see her. I and Shahrul prepared to surprise him. He was very shocked, we got him this small 4 cake and light up 2 big candle and 2small candle, indicate 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;birthday. Sweet serendipity for him? Remind me of my 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;birthday, I celebrated with my youngest 2years old brother. 2big candle for me, 2small candle for him lighted on the same cake for both of us. So sweet right? I sleep around 1.30am last night, after finished uploaded photos. *again photos every body~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJTOXPFMWgM/TxqODtM6_8I/AAAAAAAAApE/Xm7loAklYQY/s1600/CIMG5743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJTOXPFMWgM/TxqODtM6_8I/AAAAAAAAApE/Xm7loAklYQY/s400/CIMG5743.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He look cute here with his small cake. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3x3kS85Sm8/TxqOVgLEo2I/AAAAAAAAApM/BHnsX0VOZyE/s1600/CIMG5744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3x3kS85Sm8/TxqOVgLEo2I/AAAAAAAAApM/BHnsX0VOZyE/s400/CIMG5744.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Munchee with her portion.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViRAW6a56T4/TxqOn_TDHeI/AAAAAAAAApU/Qtpk6xiEdaM/s1600/CIMG5745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViRAW6a56T4/TxqOn_TDHeI/AAAAAAAAApU/Qtpk6xiEdaM/s400/CIMG5745.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shahrul with his portion. *he will strangle me for uploading this not macho photo..hahahha*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_I3w6Lqtyg/TxqO5ulR26I/AAAAAAAAApc/VL2GFiuM-_c/s1600/CIMG5746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_I3w6Lqtyg/TxqO5ulR26I/AAAAAAAAApc/VL2GFiuM-_c/s400/CIMG5746.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday boy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNqW8J_jOBY/TxqPMCs2T3I/AAAAAAAAApk/a_8lqVENR2E/s1600/CIMG5747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNqW8J_jOBY/TxqPMCs2T3I/AAAAAAAAApk/a_8lqVENR2E/s400/CIMG5747.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with my portion.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh2D0hTU3yg/TxqPelLiRFI/AAAAAAAAAps/i43JRtqJzFg/s1600/CIMG5750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh2D0hTU3yg/TxqPelLiRFI/AAAAAAAAAps/i43JRtqJzFg/s400/CIMG5750.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only four of us, the rest are too exhausted to join us. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Today, 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;of January, I’m sitting in a gift shop. I work here since last September butquit for a while because of assignments due and exam. Now, I’m back to workagain. I love to work here because it is relaxing and I can learn somethingnew. Not every day but it’s better than waking up every afternoon doing nothingin my room. Apart from that, I can earn some money plus the boss is so good tome. Her family also very nice, they treat me well. My work also very flexibleand not supervised strictly, so I can work freely and comfortably. It’s notthat they didn’t watch me, but I’m supervised with CCTV. Still I find it’s okaythan they watching here in this shop personally. I just love the feeling inhere. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_qFAXk_bH4/TxqQvpRc1OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qTtA8IZoe5s/s1600/Picture0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_qFAXk_bH4/TxqQvpRc1OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qTtA8IZoe5s/s400/Picture0005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile ! ^^V&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7THOOPXiOPg/TxqQwT-po4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/941KzP06P-E/s1600/Picture0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7THOOPXiOPg/TxqQwT-po4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/941KzP06P-E/s400/Picture0007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the ribbon that I do and my sleepy face! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S: a bit late to complete sinceI’m about to sleep just now, so I try to do some ribbon, to avoid me fromsleeping. Hahahahahah. I miss to tie ribbon and I learn to do it here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO6A8aFRdoE/TxqRjR_TlVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RC2D3ZDQGa0/s1600/Picture0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO6A8aFRdoE/TxqRjR_TlVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RC2D3ZDQGa0/s400/Picture0012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last picture! Bye! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-7193389569535135913?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7193389569535135913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7193389569535135913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7193389569535135913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-update.html' title='Just another update. :)'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjimMIKYBzs/TxqFyXigXNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/yqScsPyVetY/s72-c/CIMG5655+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3517761119021905137</id><published>2012-01-13T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:59:29.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hai! Akhirnya telah menjalani kertaspeperiksaan yang sangat menyeksakan diri! Hanya subjek ini yang membuatkan sayasangat panik dan gelisah! Bukan berniat mengatakan subjek yang lain adalahsenang, tetapi subjek ini membuatkan saya rasa gemuruh. Perasaan itu sangat…(tidakdapat digambarkan dengan kata-kata) Disebabkan subjek ini, muka saya telahmengalami ‘kecederaan’ serius. :P &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kelmarin (11/01/12), saya danrakan-rakan bermain bola tampar dalam hujan! Perasaan itu sungguh mengujakandan saya berasa amat gembira! Kami telah bermain dengan gembiranya dan basahkuyup! Hahahahaha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P/S:Suddenly feel so awkward writing in Bahasa. It’s not that I’m ashamed with thatlanguage. And I’m not saying that my English is good. But I feel morecomfortable like this. I know my grammar is not that bad, it just lacking hereand there. Hahahahahaha. Back to topic! I just dislike it when it sound tooformal and I also don’t want to use the ‘bahasa pasar’. It makes me mumble moreand talking nonsense (as if, I’m not nonsense when writing in English)! Okay! Timeout! Bye bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3cc2295f6e88c60" 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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3cc2295f6e88c60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333658151%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C9163817DC1D3AF3AA4A737777357CE8F9481DC.1D56F95FFDF1A4FCB05AD77ED19ABFCB3B084EC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3cc2295f6e88c60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhJHph1ovjtApcoA7QXMxmhTJI5k&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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3cc2295f6e88c60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333658151%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C9163817DC1D3AF3AA4A737777357CE8F9481DC.1D56F95FFDF1A4FCB05AD77ED19ABFCB3B084EC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3cc2295f6e88c60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhJHph1ovjtApcoA7QXMxmhTJI5k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(update: 27January,video bermain volleyball dalam hujan..hahahaha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3517761119021905137?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3517761119021905137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/hurm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3517761119021905137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3517761119021905137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/hurm.html' title='hurm...'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8183685722242283391</id><published>2012-01-09T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:22:13.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Hello! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Masih terasa lenguh tangan. 9am, kertas mengira. Perakaunanpengurusan. Soalan? Macam biasa tengok, dalam percubaan peperiksaan. Klu depanmata pun boleh binggung. Padan muka! Lain kali main game lagi, bermalas-malasanlagi, dan sakit hati lagi. Seterusnya, kertas jam 2.15pm. Ini lagi hebat! Baca daripadaminggu lepas, jawab? Macam tidak pernah baca satu semester. Terasa macam masukpertandingan menulis paling banyak. Dalam masa 3jam, hanya mampu tulis 10 mukasurat. Penuh dengan idea yang sangat merapu. Ini faktor penyumbang utamakesakitan tangan. Disebabkan itu, mengambil keputusan untuk bermalasan pada malamini. (memang tidak insaf? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Peperiksaan yang seterusnya ialah pada hari rabu ini. Inilagi mencabar daripada peperiksaan pada hari ini. Akan memastikan diri untukmengulangkaji pada hari esok. Tidak ingin mengecewakan pensyarah yang amatbaik. Imej dan reputasi harus dipupuk. Bukan bertujuan untuk mengampu, tetapitidak salah untuk mempunyai hubungan yang baik dengan pensyarah. Mendengar setiapkata dan hujah pensyarah ini membuatkan saya kagum. Ini boleh dijadikan sebagaisumber inspirasi dan panduan dalam menjalani kehidupan seharian. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cukup dengan cerita tentang peperiksaan. Sekarang, sayaingin bercerita tentang rakan-rakan rapat yang belajar dalam pengkhususan yangsama. Anip, Fiza, dan Eira. Nama melayu? Ya, memang melayu pun. Kenapa? Itu tidakharus dipersoalkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Terima kasih atas sokongan yang anda semua berikan, jumpa lagi semesterdepan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(ayat formal kan? Hang jangan gelak sakan ye Anip.. :P ) Tidak dilupakan, Pahyang sentiasa ada. Ya, teman sebilik Anip pun gempak juga. :D Saya memangbertuah kerana dapat mengenali anda semua. Anda semua memang sangat baik. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;P/S: dan sekian sampaidisini warkah saya pada hari ini. Semoga kita berjumpa lagi wahai diari.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/386335_2926509484749_1321274862_3133499_1818971213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/386335_2926509484749_1321274862_3133499_1818971213_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Eira, Anip, Fiza dan saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&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/1519127014479645263-8183685722242283391?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8183685722242283391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8183685722242283391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8183685722242283391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello.html' title='Hello! :)'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3953698755656153647</id><published>2012-01-08T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:13:31.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoTx9aJjLXo/TwiEEM_LLgI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vLHWxgffViE/s1600/pink2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoTx9aJjLXo/TwiEEM_LLgI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vLHWxgffViE/s320/pink2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hello~ It's been a week and a day of 2012! How's life? For me, it still good. And hopefully will be good for the whole year. The reason I'm writing today is just to take a short break from study (errr...). Just want to be nonsense here? hahahahaha. I'm currently on my exam month, first paper is on the 6th of January, Marketing Research. Even though there's a lot I can't answer, just write confidently and pose some devilish smile during exam is common for me. Stupid? I would say I'm silly. hahahahaha. One of my activity now is playing volleyball. It's from last year (to make it sound longer period of time). I'm not a good player and playing volleyball is only for the sake of having fun! XD Play hard, laugh harder. Continue with the exam, my next paper would be on 9th of January, Managerial Accounting and Corporate Communication. My aim for this semester is to get dean list (pergh...since first year!) and for the Managerial Accounting paper, I really want to score this paper. Not because of the lecturer is 'nice'(ehem..ehem..hahahahaha), but I seriously want to score this paper. The killer paper for this semester? In my opinion, would be the Communication Theory and Research. But, maybe I can do something to this paper. I like the lecturer so much! She is so kind and I like the way of her thinking. Okay, I think it's time. Need to back to my books, notes and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S: Motive of the picture up there? I just want to show off my new henna. I love the drawing. Cool drawing~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3953698755656153647?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3953698755656153647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3953698755656153647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3953698755656153647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoTx9aJjLXo/TwiEEM_LLgI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vLHWxgffViE/s72-c/pink2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-7635190213447068378</id><published>2012-01-01T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:41:24.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>I have gone through 21 new year in my life and celebrated new year in different way and emotion.. The 22 new year, I just cried. There's deep hole inside my heart. Really deep. I can't do anything beside cry. I have no gut to call anyone to wish "Happy New Year", I just want to be alone and cry. When do I lost the confidence to fake a smile and call people to wish them "happy New Year"? When do I started to not wishing people on new year? I lost in my own self in my own world right now. I don't know how to erase all these complications now. The more I tried, the more it hurt. And I'm not the one that known as the person who wait patiently. 2012, please be nice to me. Why am I like this? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Why I have to be this emotional!! arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-7635190213447068378?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7635190213447068378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7635190213447068378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7635190213447068378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8490493774717738261</id><published>2011-12-29T04:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T04:31:35.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just feel want to cry so hard.&lt;br /&gt;self expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to be weak for a while.&lt;br /&gt;self defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just need someone to be around.&lt;br /&gt;selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just try to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;self crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time, I hate myself for being emotional.&lt;br /&gt;What I want?&lt;br /&gt;To express myself, not making crisis inside.&lt;br /&gt;What I desire?&lt;br /&gt;To defend myself, but not in a selfish way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122911&lt;br /&gt;4.26am&lt;br /&gt;-pinkpink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8490493774717738261?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8490493774717738261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8490493774717738261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8490493774717738261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-9210709765731761640</id><published>2011-12-27T05:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:09:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>Realized something today(can't remember exactly when is it)... All my previous boyfriend, I have known them for less than 2months! hahahahaha.. motive? nothing, just realized it today. why? because.. I also not sure about it. maybe I'm too rush? and, I never single more than a week! (ridiculous!) even me myself can't believe it. this one is old fact. is not a lie, but not updated. so this time, i decided to take it slow. give myself more space and time. not waiting for 'special someone'. I don't know where you are and who you are, but I know eventually I will found you. maybe I already know you, or maybe you are out there, someone I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: aishhh.... suddenly come out with 'boyfriend' issue. is this a sign that soon i will end my single status? hahahahaha... in a relationship? married? hahahahaha.. &lt;i&gt;(ok, seriously need sleep.. I sound more and more ridiculous! XD )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-9210709765731761640?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/9210709765731761640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/9210709765731761640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/9210709765731761640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/boyfriend.html' title='boyfriend?'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4569198943018323788</id><published>2011-12-26T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:24:25.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merasa sedih yang teramat pada tengah hari yang panas membahang ini adalah 'ridiculous' ! arghhhhh... napa beremosi betul ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-4569198943018323788?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/4569198943018323788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/merasa-sedih-yang-teramat-pada-tengah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4569198943018323788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4569198943018323788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/merasa-sedih-yang-teramat-pada-tengah.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6209757533491676427</id><published>2011-12-25T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:41:10.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>There's a reason why I don't excited when it comes to Christmas. It just make me sentimental. The most happy moment of Christmas is only with him&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(its not like I'm dying, but up until now)&lt;/i&gt;. Thanks to him, I'm able to feel the Christmas spirit. And thanks to him again, I will always thinking of him when it is Christmas. Who says good memories are good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm about to burst at church just now. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-6209757533491676427?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6209757533491676427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6209757533491676427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6209757533491676427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-5654621548678292418</id><published>2011-12-24T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:34:22.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>♥ life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hello! We meetagain! I really miss to take my time and properly write here. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;Tonight is the night! ♥ I’ve been like super busy completingassignments. Not forgotten to handle stupid people that doesn’t understand thephrase, “Please don’t disturb me”. Now, I can say that I’m a bit relaxed. Althoughthe final is approaching, to be precise, we are now in the study week, it ismore relax than the ‘assignments sprint’. My early plan was going to Malacca,but I guess it just have to wait. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Wait for me Malacca, I’ll come to you♥) &lt;/i&gt;Last submission forassignments is on 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; December and last class on 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; December.After the last class, I straightly went to Queensbay Mall with Kim and Joe. We eatat Azuma and spend quite a lot of money! And on 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; December,Friday, I and Kim went to Jelutong Night Market and it was havoc! Again money ‘flowinglike pipe water’! &lt;i&gt;(I have to restraintmyself from going to Sg Dua Night Market on Saturday!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thatwas basically my short introduction for this post. Actually I want to talkabout my parents. I said to myself that after my last class, I would call themand talk with them. Well, we haven’t talking to each other since I am busy withmy assignments, classes, activities, etc. I miscall my father yesterday and hedid mention that I didn’t call him for a long time. We had this shortconversation and I think I did say something not so grateful to him. &lt;i&gt;(I’m such ungrateful huh? Well, I just can’tavoid treating him as my friend. Like, seriously. )&lt;/i&gt; I really have to saythat it was really different feeling while talking to him yesterday! I was soexcited &lt;i&gt;(always excited actually)&lt;/i&gt; andfeel that I really miss him like a ‘lot-lot’. Hahahahahahaha. I want to havelonger conversation but he is quite busy. Well, compared to me, his ‘assignments’never end. He have to maintain the ‘assignments’ to come, if not, how to feedan ‘eating monster’ in Penang? I love you daddy and I’m looking forward to havea conversation with you. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Idid mention that I want to call my parent and I did have conversation with mydaddy. How about my mummy? She called me! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; For this few months, shecalled me like at least once in a month. I’m updated with the latest issues inmy village according to the time she called. And off course family updates too.Although she shares quite a lot, I know she kept a lot too. She keep mentioningthat don’t worry about home, focus in your study, eat well, sleep well, etc. itwas common advise from a mum right? But I still find it awkward and somehowemotional about it. For me it’s not common, not to say I’m such ungratefuldaughter, but I don’t like that kind of conversation. It makes me emotional. Itmakes me feel guilty for used to argue and scold her. &lt;i&gt;(Okay, I’m not an obedient daughter, a rebel and also a troublemaker)&lt;/i&gt;Mother-daughter conversation, I used to crave for this conversation, long timeago and most of my childhood is wasted for longing this conversation. Now here Iam today, &lt;i&gt;(growing up without familybasic etiquette, sometimes rude, and doesn’t understand family situation?)&lt;/i&gt; I’mnot sure?&amp;nbsp; But it’s not too late; I stillcan have the mother-daughter conversation. Time passed by, many things hadhappened, it’s not really good, but still have the good side of it. That helpsme to remain positive in negative situation. Mummy, thanks for calling. I’mjust not good in expressing my emotion through action &lt;i&gt;(except writing) &lt;/i&gt;and mistakenly as ‘not affected’ or ‘slightlyaffected’ or maybe ‘over it’. Whatever! Who will really cares about it anyway,right? &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Okay,it’s almost 3.30am in the morning. I have to get some sleep, have to wake uplater and face the world. Sweet dream and sleep tight~ &lt;i&gt;♥&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S: something I want to share. This is life should be, at least for me. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/390735_260550727337504_100001477355856_743529_1463280054_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/390735_260550727337504_100001477355856_743529_1463280054_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12.0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-5654621548678292418?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/5654621548678292418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5654621548678292418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5654621548678292418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title='♥ life :)'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4175858508579865616</id><published>2011-12-19T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:23:11.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Berada di Perpustakaan Hamzah Sendut 3 bersama kawan-kawan. Kami sedang berusaha untuk menyiapkan tugasan yang berlambak. Saya tidak dapat meneruskan kerja kerana merasakan tersekat. Otak tidak mampu memproses kerja-kerja dan mengeluarkan ayat untu menyiapkan tugasan. Saya cuba menulis dalam blog untuk merangsang pemikiran dan ayat-ayat untuk menyiapkan tugasan itu keluar daripda ceruk otak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ingin saya merepek apda hari ini? hurm... Okay~ Saya tidak tahu apa yang saya patut buat! (sangat la tahu apa yang perlu dibuat tapi tiada idea.. :'( ) SO? Saya terlihat kawan sedang edit gambar online! Saya pun mencuba la, sangat best! :P Ini la hasil dia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-einoSywsSKs/Tu7y0rsvg3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/HLzjJsfwRi4/s1600/Edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-einoSywsSKs/Tu7y0rsvg3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/HLzjJsfwRi4/s320/Edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tadaaa~~ simple! tapi saya suka~ hahahaha.. teringin mencuba? sila pergi ke laman web, &lt;a href="http://pixlr.com/"&gt;Pixlr&lt;/a&gt;. Lepas tu klik Retro Vintage Effect, pastu pilih la nak imej daripada laptop ataupun webcam. bla.bla.bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: saya tidak pandai buat penerangan, lebih tepat lagi malas! so, selamat mencuba...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-4175858508579865616?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/4175858508579865616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4175858508579865616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4175858508579865616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-einoSywsSKs/Tu7y0rsvg3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/HLzjJsfwRi4/s72-c/Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-7191098391010382423</id><published>2011-12-12T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T04:34:08.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>Rintihan sekeping hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang saya rasa sedih.. Terasa sentimental sangat-sangat.. Saya rindu seseorang.. Tapi, saya tiada keberanian untuk telefon dia dan cakap yang saya rindu dia.. Pengecut? Penakut? Sebenarnya saya takut.. Sangat takut.. Mungkin saya patut memulakan perhubungan yang baru untuk mengelakkan rasa rindu yang tidak terucap? Atau mungkin saya perlu mendengar kata hati dan telefon saja dia dan beritahu betapa saya rindu pada dia? Tapi saya takut saya akan melukakan hati dia dan hati saya lagi.. Memang masa silam tidak akan kembali, namun ia masih lagi berlegar-legar di ruang minda dan perasaan.. Apa yang dicari dalam kehidupan? Apa yang dikejar dalam menjalani seharian? Apa yang tertinggal dan apa yang ditinggalkan? Sekali melangkah kehadapan, tiada langkah untuk mengundur kembali.. Hanya boleh berpaling dan mengenang.. Bukan mudah untuk maju kehadapan, namun amat mudah untuk berpaling dan mematikan langkah maju.. Seorang kawan pernah berkata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Jika kamu telah bertekad untuk melangkah pergi, jangan pernah sesekali berpaling.. Walaupun betapa kamu ingin berpaling.. Kerana kamu tidak akan dapat melangkah pergi dan akan tersekat disana sekiranya kamu berpaling.." - S.A.R.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiada guna menyesal dengan keputusan yang telah dilakukan.. Tiada guna mengenang kembali peristiwa yang membawa air mata.. Namun kita selalu melakukan perkara yang tidak berguna dan memakan diri sendiri.. Naif kah diri sekiranya menunggu ada tangan yang mampu memimpin jalan dan membawa keluar daripada belenggu diri? Bodoh kah diri sekiranya menanti untuk perasaan itu terubat sendiri namun masih mengenang apa yang telah berlalu? Mungkin juga bodoh, mungkin juga naif.. Salahkah pendrian diri? Silapkah pemikiran yang terbentuk? Apa yang kau lakukan? Memandang rendah kebolehan diri? Merendahkan ego diri dengan percaya bahawa ada tangan yang akan datang? Merasakan diri lemah dan memerlukan bantuan? Mungkin langkah kaki akan terhenti untuk maju dan berpaling... Namun langkah yang telah diambil bukan semudahnya untuk mengundur kembali.. Bukan tidak pernah mencuba untuk perbaiki keadaan namun kegagalan telah menarik diri jauh kedalam lembah yang tidak mempunyai dasar.. Gelap, gelita dan membiarkan diri terus jatuh.. Diri belum bersedia, hanya itu mampu dikatakan.. Walaupun mahu, namun takut untuk bermula.. Semakin kuat keinginan itu, semakin perih menahan perasaan.. Biarlah diri terus sendiri, agar hati tidak terluka lagi... Biarlah diri tetap seorang, agar tidak hancur berkecai sisa sekeping hati dan perasaan.. Biarlah perih menahan perasaan daripada memberi harapan yang mungkin tidak dapat ditunaikan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-7191098391010382423?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7191098391010382423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/rintihan-sekeping-hati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7191098391010382423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7191098391010382423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/rintihan-sekeping-hati.html' title='Rintihan sekeping hati'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-9007416823859809106</id><published>2011-12-07T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:47:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disember</title><content type='html'>Setelah seminggu berada dalam bulan Disember, baru berpeluang untuk menulis sesuatu di dalam blog ini. Ingin menjenguk sebentar. Masa memang tidak menunggu dan saya dapat merasakan saya terkejar-kejar. Setiap waktu rehat yang ada cuba untuk saya manfaatkan untuk membuat kerja. (ya kah?) Ok, sampai disini saja pada hari ini. Ada perjumpaan sekejap lagi! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-9007416823859809106?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/9007416823859809106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/disember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/9007416823859809106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/9007416823859809106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/12/disember.html' title='Disember'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-103940168087392594</id><published>2011-11-26T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:52:59.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Care - Hurt</title><content type='html'>I learn something about myself today. I isolate myself because I don't want to get involved too much with people around me. I'm afraid to love again. I'm afraid to care again. I'm afraid to hurt again. But in the same time, I can't endure the feeling of being isolated and alone. I'm afraid of isolation. I'm afraid to be alone. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Maybe I've known this for long time, but I refuse to admit it. Watching all those faces in my dream just make me more and more vulnerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-103940168087392594?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/103940168087392594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-care-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/103940168087392594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/103940168087392594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-care-hurt.html' title='Love - Care - Hurt'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-174226864258767717</id><published>2011-11-20T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T02:45:15.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is like dragging me now.. Why you have to come back into my mind and make me this way.. I'm over melancholia now... Please just leave dear... I beg you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-174226864258767717?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/174226864258767717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-like-dragging-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/174226864258767717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/174226864258767717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-like-dragging-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8563396716087217396</id><published>2011-11-19T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T10:33:06.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knfdpjPZcNo/TlQCnFXjdgI/AAAAAAAAAig/rgQgb3Jjdrc/s1600/Picture0214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knfdpjPZcNo/TlQCnFXjdgI/AAAAAAAAAig/rgQgb3Jjdrc/s400/Picture0214.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;August 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELllZhbciP4/TscSdOWc8DI/AAAAAAAAAlg/m5cPZe7VvHc/s1600/CIMG5177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELllZhbciP4/TscSdOWc8DI/AAAAAAAAAlg/m5cPZe7VvHc/s400/CIMG5177.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;September 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSg9r7X0BZA/TscSi-Y0hnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/q5VtuGvnZCw/s1600/CIMG5457.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSg9r7X0BZA/TscSi-Y0hnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/q5VtuGvnZCw/s320/CIMG5457.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;November 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;P/S: goodbye my long hair...&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8563396716087217396?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8563396716087217396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8563396716087217396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8563396716087217396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knfdpjPZcNo/TlQCnFXjdgI/AAAAAAAAAig/rgQgb3Jjdrc/s72-c/Picture0214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-2201806003132063687</id><published>2011-11-19T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:21:17.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>A note to you dear....</title><content type='html'>Dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could forget you. I just want to say that I miss you so bad. I miss your smile and your voice. Please be happy there, so I don't have the regret to let you walk out from me. I really want to see you so bad, but I'm afraid that I will totally lost when I see you again. I miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-2201806003132063687?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/2201806003132063687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/note-to-you-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2201806003132063687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2201806003132063687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/note-to-you-dear.html' title='A note to you dear....'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6223530778548027738</id><published>2011-11-18T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T13:25:52.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/kGUWc4wSdH4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGUWc4wSdH4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGUWc4wSdH4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yonlu by OJ Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Everybody knows that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Life is what you make of it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And now everything is perfect&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But we're the ones who are struggling around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Soon it will be daybreak&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;People posing questions are aroused&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"When will you get married?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;When will you go find a proper job?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But in this life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We might not know where we're going&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We try to say the words they want to hear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But it's only a lie to bide the time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Before we move on own&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sentimental musings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Memories of a childhood that has passed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;When I was a young'un&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Things were once like this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But now they're not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;How do you explain that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;This map that we've chosen is unmarked?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;All we see is ocean&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;All directions are uncharted isles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But in this life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We might not know where we're going&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We try to say the words they want to hear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But it's only a lie to bide the time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Before we move on own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&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/1519127014479645263-6223530778548027738?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6223530778548027738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/yonlu-by-oj-law-everybody-knows-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6223530778548027738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6223530778548027738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/yonlu-by-oj-law-everybody-knows-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8564865681579993859</id><published>2011-11-15T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T03:13:59.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need mental and emotional support so badly now. Holding back myself to fall and give it up. No time for another heart throb moments. No time to even look at my face in the mirror now. But I spare some time to type this entry, just to distress myself and wish you good night. Good night my diary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: 'Fantastic Adventure' keep humming on my mind now. I really need an escapade and enough rest after this critical time had passed! Dekimasu ka? okotou wa dekimasu! daijobuda! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8564865681579993859?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8564865681579993859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-mental-and-emotional-support-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8564865681579993859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8564865681579993859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-mental-and-emotional-support-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-7729076573179128267</id><published>2011-11-10T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:22:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/11/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not always happen (haven't happen yet, to be precise).. Last year it is 10/10/10. And if I can live until next year, I have the chance to be on 12/12/12. What is so special about this date? For me.... Nothing actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I will be going to Kajang, Selangor. I take this chance to join the 'University Ambassador'. Well, I have to struggle since I still have 2 assignment that on my list to submit within a week! I don't know if I can make it. Besides that, I still have my midterm on next Tuesday. Off course I haven't read that too! Week after that? I prefer not to say anything bout it, I will be deadly stressed. I decide to hang on until the managerial accounting midterm. After that, I will relax myself for a while. Maybe escape somewhere during the weekend. I need to distress because after that I will be super busy with others assignment as well as programs and not forgotten, the FINAL EXAM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been thinking this lately, I probably will quit my job. I hope that by quitting I can have more time to do my assignments, spending time with friends and get enough rest! Mark my word, by the end of this month I will quit my job! Its not because I hate the job, but it seems like I need more time to fulfill my responsibilities in study! Its not that I'm desperately need money. I just make myself satisfied by working. Be patient Pink, after you finished you study, you can work all you want! Stop pushing yourself so hard, you will fall and hurt. My friends say that I looked really tired every time they see me.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I should enjoy myself joining the university programs rather than working. I might not have the chance to enjoy this moment after graduating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S: Dear diary, why do I feel so lonely now? I can feel I'm crying silently in my heart. Please don't be like this heart. Everything gonna be fine. This is just for a while. Smile.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-7729076573179128267?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7729076573179128267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7729076573179128267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7729076573179128267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11/11/11'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4480452648236381566</id><published>2011-11-06T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:47:56.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship (X)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Surprise!Surprise! Last night I was so surprised! It is not impossible but I didn’t seeit coming! You really make me startled! But I have the feeling that this has tobe settled. Seriously, I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t know how to put it, butI really didn’t have the intention to start any serious relationship now. I’mtired of being confused by my own feeling so I set aside all the intention toserious with anyone right now, at least for the time being. My priority now isto finish my study and enjoy my university life. I’m sorry that I hurt you. Thinghappen so fast, time flies very fast. You choose your path and walk it. I’ve chosenmine and now I’m walking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-4480452648236381566?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/4480452648236381566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/relationship-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4480452648236381566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4480452648236381566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/relationship-x.html' title='Relationship (X)'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6383137591939513908</id><published>2011-11-06T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:33:17.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;We are in the wrong time and wrong place. The only thing that is right now this moment is feeling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-6383137591939513908?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6383137591939513908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-are-in-wrong-time-and-wrong-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6383137591939513908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6383137591939513908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-are-in-wrong-time-and-wrong-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8943857194000313988</id><published>2011-11-02T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:32:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hey November!Welcome! It’s almost the end of the year. Around 2month? And that indicate alot of things for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Final exam is another 2month!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Pesta Penang" is next month!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;2012 is coming!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So exaggerating right? Well~ Drama~ many things happened,sad, happy, fun, etc. (I should save this nonsense speech later~) Apart fromall the things I listed above, I still have to go through lot more assignmentsand test! Next week is mid semester break but thanks to me; I just make commitmentto my works and assignments! It’s just a week without classes though. Work,work and work every day, assignments to complete and test to revise! Till wemeet again diary, I’m back to my business.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8943857194000313988?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8943857194000313988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8943857194000313988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8943857194000313988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-d.html' title='November! :D'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8335601114847387392</id><published>2011-10-31T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:32:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hey! It’s the end of October!Thinking to write in my diary tonight~ ♥ Last week, we have a week of holidaydue to Deepavali~ Next week there will be another holiday. Mid semester breakwith Hari Raya Haji. Where I’d been all these time? Well, not going anywhere.My routine everyday is going to work and do assignments. For the whole week! Nolife huh? I got the feeling that next week will be the same. Huh! I think itwill be worst! Since I have to submit 2 assignments and have 3 midterms whenthe mid semester break is over. Wuarghhhhh.. I shouldn’t write this entry nowbecause I have midterm test tomorrow. But I’m just too bored. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;warghhhhhhhhhhhhh…. *I want to scream! Again and again! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8335601114847387392?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8335601114847387392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8335601114847387392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8335601114847387392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-end.html' title='its the end'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8705245012773149985</id><published>2011-10-25T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:34:08.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: black; font-size: 26px; font: normal normal normal 197%/1.3 georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Your mind will be crowded with distractions today. Don't fight them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm not sure what it means. But yeah, too many distractions now..:'(&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8705245012773149985?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8705245012773149985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-mind-will-be-crowded-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8705245012773149985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8705245012773149985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-mind-will-be-crowded-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-7054733280789637422</id><published>2011-10-22T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:48:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sometimes its easier to act like you don't care than to admit  that it's killing you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I always wanted to make people happy. Because if they happy, I'm happy too. But it turned to be I always let people down and I'm down too most of the time. I'm sucks at empathy? I'm sucks at being understanding friend? I'm a bad lover? I don't know. It seems like I really have problem with human relationship. Anyone volunteer to teach? : ) (confused and depressed)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world! Its been awhile since I last updated this diary. Why? Well, being &lt;strike&gt;super&lt;/strike&gt; busy and lazy because of tight schedule. *&lt;i&gt;but still sleep at 3-4am everyday...(-.-")&lt;/i&gt;* I've worked about a month and I enjoy my work! Although I always depressed when I look at my schedule (assignments, midterms, etc), by working it helps me to feel relax. My friend said its a sign that I should work now, stop studying. *&lt;i&gt;WHAT!??? I have like 2more years to finish my study!!&lt;/i&gt;* I tried to calm myself down by relax and tell myself to do my works whenever there is a free time or break time. It is so tiring! Seriously! I'm not stressed because of work, but I'm stressed over the assignments! Now I'm trying to be on the track by doing my work bit by bit. There is nothing gonna change if I keep thinking over and over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydaypeoplecartoons.com/cartoons/158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.everydaypeoplecartoons.com/cartoons/158.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xed.xanga.com/ba3f77e100730270443550/z215489628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://xed.xanga.com/ba3f77e100730270443550/z215489628.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If emotion can be controlled like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xc1.xanga.com/6d3f655b59133271292464/z216378750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://xc1.xanga.com/6d3f655b59133271292464/z216378750.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah... I really-really wish...:'(&lt;/div&gt;P/S: till we meet again diary.. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-7054733280789637422?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7054733280789637422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7054733280789637422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7054733280789637422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-update.html' title='little update'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-44923761906492979</id><published>2011-10-01T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:04:19.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>For Your Love</title><content type='html'>Just reached my room about 1/2 hour ago. From 'Malam Mesra' that organized by PERSIS to welcome the juniors and get along with them. But the intention for my post today not to talk about it. I would love to share lyric again! Hehehehehe. Never get tired of it huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (or should I say tonight? :P), I want to share a Spanish song. I first heard of this song when waiting for a movie at Perangin Mall. That day, the intention to watch movie was unplanned or just impulse intention. The movie that I watch that day was 'Raya Tak Jadi'. A funny movie that starred by Saiful Apek and Johan Raja Lawak. While waiting for the movie, this song was played. I managed to record the last verse of the song and when I come home that night, I spend like 2hours to search that song in YouTube. That was after trying to search that song in Google, but failed because I'm not really sure about Spanish words. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found that song, I almost cried! Sound so childish right? Well, my effort not wasted that day! After listen to the full song with the translated lyric, I'm so touched! It was hopeless romantic song! Awww~ The song title 'Para Tu Amor' or in English, 'For Your Love' by Juanes! The last song I listen from Juanes is 'La Camisa Negra', or Black Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/yWkQbrfSvfs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWkQbrfSvfs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWkQbrfSvfs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para Tu Amor - Juanes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para tu amor lo tengo todo&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Desde mi sangre hasta la esencia de mi ser&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Y para tu amor que es mi tesoro&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Y tengo también un corazón que se muere por dar amor&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Y que no conoce el fin, un corazón que late por vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para tu amor no hay despedidas&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Para tu amor yo solo tengo eternidad&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Y para tu amor que me ilumina&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tengo una luna, un arcoiris y un clavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Y tengo también un corazón que se muere por dar amor&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Y que no conoce el fin, un corazón que late por vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por eso yo te quiero tanto que no sé cómo explicar lo que siento&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yo te quiero porque tu dolor es mi dolor y no hay dudas&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yo te quiero con el alma y con el corazón te venero&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoy y siempre gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor por existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para tu amor lo tengo todo&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Lo tengo todo y lo que no tengo también&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Lo conseguiré&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Para tu amor que es mi tesoro&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Y tengo también un corazón que se muere por dar amor&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Y que no conoce el fin, un corazón que late por vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por eso yo te quiero tanto que no sé cómo explicar lo que siento&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yo te quiero porque tu dolor es mi dolor y no hay dudas&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yo te quiero con el alma y con el corazón te venero&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;Hoy y siempre gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For Your Love - Juanes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="new_selection_block0.27464294945821166" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For your love, i have everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;from my blood to the essense of my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and for your love that is my treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i have my whole life at your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also have a heart that dies to give love&lt;br /&gt;and a heart that doesn't know the end of beating for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your love there are no goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;for your love i only have eternity&lt;br /&gt;and for your love that illuminates me&lt;br /&gt;i have a moon, a rainbow, and a carnation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have a heart that dies to give love&lt;br /&gt;and a heart that doesn't know the end of beating for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that reason i love you so much and i don't know&lt;br /&gt;how to explain what i feel&lt;br /&gt;i love you because your pain is my pain, theres no doubt&lt;br /&gt;i love you with soul and with heart, i worship you&lt;br /&gt;today and always thank you, i give you my love for existance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your love i have it all&lt;br /&gt;i have it all and what i also don't have&lt;br /&gt;i will achieve it&lt;br /&gt;for your love that is my treasure&lt;br /&gt;i have my whole life at your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also have a heart that dies to give love&lt;br /&gt;and that doesn't know the end of beating for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that reason i love you so much and i don't know&lt;br /&gt;how to explain what i feel&lt;br /&gt;i love you because your pain is my pain, theres no doubt&lt;br /&gt;i love you with soul and with heart, i worship you&lt;br /&gt;today and always thank you, i give you my love for existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S: I fell in love with this song and the romantic words lies in &amp;nbsp;it. I was melted by the romantic lyric! Aww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-44923761906492979?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/44923761906492979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-reached-my-room-about-12-hour-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/44923761906492979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/44923761906492979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-reached-my-room-about-12-hour-ago.html' title='For Your Love'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6320588212630129139</id><published>2011-09-30T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:54:37.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just posted about... I'm not sure its about what, but yeah, bout me la! hahahahaha. Now I want to share this songs with you guys. The singer is so mysterious. But I can say that I really like his song. Especially the 'Fantastic Adventure' ft Liyana Fizi and 'Yonlu'. I was attracted the Fantastic Adventure when I first heard it on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.xfm.com.my/"&gt;Xfm&lt;/a&gt;. This is when I first realized that Liyana Fizi was the singer of Estrella, that I know from their song, 'Stay' and 'Ternyata'. I'm really so yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is the link for Law album, you can listen to all his song from his latest album 'Yesterday is a Distant Dream'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=1339663874/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/transparent=true/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://ojlaw.co/album/yesterday-is-a-distant-dream"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Yesterday is a Distant Dream by OJ Law&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I will only post the lyrics of the 2songs I mentioned before, 'Fantastic Adventure' and 'Yonlu'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fantastic Adventure (ft Liyana Fizi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd class="tralbumData lyricsText" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: 1.231; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place with sand&lt;br /&gt;A sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;The city lights&lt;br /&gt;A view for two&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;We can go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Anytime&lt;br /&gt;Say the word, I'm there&lt;br /&gt;We could hop on a plane&lt;br /&gt;Or ride a bus&lt;br /&gt;Or hike somewhere if it's not too far&lt;br /&gt;Or take a road trip&lt;br /&gt;Cross country&lt;br /&gt;Or sail across the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place with sand&lt;br /&gt;A sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;The city lights&lt;br /&gt;A view for two&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;We can go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Anytime&lt;br /&gt;Say the word, I'm there&lt;br /&gt;We could travel to the jungle and camp all night&lt;br /&gt;Or lie on a beach from dusk 'til light&lt;br /&gt;Or stay at a hotel, watch TV&lt;br /&gt;Or scale a mountain peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place with sand&lt;br /&gt;A sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;The city lights&lt;br /&gt;A view for two&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go and take a trip&lt;br /&gt;And get away somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="hiddenAccess" style="left: -10000px; margin-top: 1.5em; position: absolute; top: -10000px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="tralbumData" style="color: #f7e9c4; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="tralbumData" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yonlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Everybody knows that &lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make of it &lt;br /&gt;And now everything is perfect &lt;br /&gt;But we're the ones who are struggling around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be daybreak &lt;br /&gt;People posing questions are aroused &lt;br /&gt;"When will you get married? &lt;br /&gt;When will you go find a proper job?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this life &lt;br /&gt;We might not know where we're going &lt;br /&gt;We try to say the words they want to hear &lt;br /&gt;But it's only a lie to bide the time &lt;br /&gt;Before we move on own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental musings &lt;br /&gt;Memories of a childhood that has passed &lt;br /&gt;When I was a young'un &lt;br /&gt;Things were once like this &lt;br /&gt;But now they're not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain that &lt;br /&gt;This map that we've chosen is unmarked? &lt;br /&gt;All we see is ocean &lt;br /&gt;All directions are uncharted isles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this life &lt;br /&gt;We might not know where we're going &lt;br /&gt;We try to say the words they want to hear &lt;br /&gt;But it's only a lie to bide the time &lt;br /&gt;Before we move on own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Love to listen Xfm. Support the local songs! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-6320588212630129139?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6320588212630129139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-posted-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6320588212630129139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6320588212630129139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-posted-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-1561782690384977157</id><published>2011-09-30T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:16:42.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate-Akademik-Kerja</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Halu~ halu~Hari ni masih lagi mau merepek dalam bahasa pasar dan bahasa yang selalu sayapakai di Sabah. Hari ni saya pun nda sure mau cerita pasal apa. Ndada idea nimau tulis entri. Malam ni saya tidur di bilik kawan. Tukar angin la kunun. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;By the way, hari ni saya telahmendapat jawatan baru. Iaitu? Naib presiden untuk kelab karate. Bunyi macamhebat kan? Mau tau la kerja dia nanti macamana. Ni sidang kami plan mau kasiaktif balik kelab karate. Mesti banyak mau buat aktiviti. Tapi hujung bulan 10ni ada competition di UIA, macam 2 hati juga mau ikut ni. Yalah, mau traininglagi. pergh, banyak tul mau train ni. 2 bulan di rumah manada training. 1kalijak p jogging, itupun pancit! Kin malu jak atlit macam tu! Kalau c jujuluk tau,mesti dia kasi ketawa saya habis-habisan. Mcm taie ba! Mesti dia cakap, “ko ni xtraining mau pigi lawan? Habis la ko kena belasah ni. Padan muka ko schubby”. Bikinpanas kan? Hahahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Itu karate. Pasal akademik? Bukan laakademik sangat, tp ada kaitan juga la sikit. Pasal attachment pigi India. Punyala bersengkang mata saya buat tu resume sampai jam 5 am. Yalah, kalau tiadaaktiviti atau ciri2 yang mau kasi cantik resume, terpaksa la susun ayat kasicantik-cantik. Last2 dapat tau nda dapat. Kecewa juga la. Tapi yang dapat tummg students yang campen2 la org bilang. So, kurang sikit la kecewa, drg mmgpandai2 dan aktiviti drg mmg lg power la. At least saya tau saya sudah cuba,kalau gagal pun, saya suda cuba sedaya upaya mau impress tu company. Tapi tidakter’impress’. Sabar jak la kau nak. Yang best sikit cerita dia, saya nda laperlu terkejar2 buat assignment, tertinggal kelas semua. Boleh la focus buatassignment sama keja2 lain. Banyak lagi aktiviti yang saya boleh join untukmemuaskan hati yang mau challenge ni. Yeheee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Pasal hidup harian pula, tiadabanyak free time. Sebenarnya saya kerja part-time sekarang ni. Sebelum ni macamndamau cakap, tapi penat juga mau berahsia. So, saya cakap la. Kepada geng2sekalian, sorry la kalau nda terlayan. Saya sibuk keja skrg. Mula-mula kejapasal mau beli fon. Tapi skrg sekadar mau mengisi masa lapang. Bukanlah banyaksangat free time, tapi kalau nda kerja, manada duit. Sudahlah saya ni makan ndaingat dunia. Belanja makan jak satu hari punyalah grand! Sampai roommate sayacakap saya ni macam org kaya. Kaya? Pergh, kalau kaya nda begini kehidupan jo! Tiapmalam penat! Teda masa mau melepak2, jalan2, tidur petang dsb! Yang bagus dia? Sayaterasa mau buat keja yang ada dengan secepat yang mungkin. Yalah, terasa macamtiada masa mau buat kan. Rushing jugalah, tapi kalau pikir balik, mmg kebaikkanuntuk diri sendiri. Kalau teringat dulu masa sekolah menengah, asal cuti jakmesti kerja. Rindu juga masa-masa macam tu. Gaji tu nda la seberapa, tp dirirasa puas la. Saya ni nda puas hati duduk diam jak. Bagus jugak la, trainingsedia2 mau kerja sambil belajar. Nanti kalau mau kerja sudah, tidak la rasamacam mau mampus, suda training masa belajar kan. Hehehehe. Lagipn, kerja macamni buat saya rasa puas. Macam terasa diri ni berdikari sikit. Nda lah mengharapdaddy mau bagi duit jak tiap bulan kalau mau beli itu ini. Sandi! Mau merayu2lagi. Ingat senang meh? Lagipun, kesian juga ba sama daddy saya tu. Mana tahanada anak macam saya. Makan sudah la banyak, mau shopping pun bukan alang2! Sayanda la beli barang branded, tapi sakit juga mau tampung saya punya belanja ni. Kerjasaya sekarang pun bukan la besar sangat gaji dia, tapi kalau setakat mau belibaju, reload telefon, buli juga la. Saya ni jenis yang susah mau simpan duit. Kejapjak guna habis duit. Mana la tau kan, sudah terasa sama teringat balik sandimau cari duit, pandai la mau simpan duit balik. Sekarang mesti mau start simpanduit ni. Siapa yang mau kasi saya belanja nnt kalau suda keja. Nda kan la masimau minta duit daddy? Logic dia, standard la masi kena belanja kalau baru abisskola. Tapi malu ba. Skrg mesti mau plan suda, umur suda limpas tanggunganparents. Gaji nda banyak, tapi kalau simpan sikit2, buli2 juga ba kan? Harap2saya buli atur la masa belajar sama kerja ni. Training multi-task. Kalau sudahbiasa skrg, mesti kurang sikit masalah nanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Bah, cukup2 la ni. Tadi cakap tedaidea kan? Sekali menulis (sebenarnya merepek) banyak pula meleret2. Ni la susahni, suka betul cakap meleret2. Nanti kita jumpa lagi aa diari. Babai~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-1561782690384977157?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/1561782690384977157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/karate-akademik-kerja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1561782690384977157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1561782690384977157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/karate-akademik-kerja.html' title='Karate-Akademik-Kerja'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4705358504081097962</id><published>2011-09-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:49:50.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini Kali Lah! Kasi Keluar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Hari ni saya mau menulis dalam bahasa lagi santai. Panat juga mau taip-taip formal ni. So, kalau siapa yang nda paham, paduli la kamu, saya mau menulis cincai2 ni ari. Hari ni saya mau cerita pasal graduation day senior-senior saya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Ni tahun la konvokesyen paling sandi! Saya termiss konvo senior saya dari kejuruteraan! Punya la bikin sakit hati! Semua pun saya nda terjumpa, c Jazey seja yang sempat saya jumpa, tu pun terjumpa di sana pondok pusat islam. Trus rusak mood 1ari oo. sandi kan? Bukan setakat rusak mood, trus rasa frust ni. Saya pula yang penuh perasaan org konvo kan? Banyak lagi senior-senior saya kenal d kejuruteraan tu. Haish. Sorry la genk! Bukan sengaja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Itu part yang saya termiss. Yang saya sempat p tgk, konvo beberapa org senior jak. C Meredith @ dith, ex room mate yang sabar jak melayan perangai saya selama 1sem setengah! Hahahaha. C nadiah, senior PERSIS yang rock! Dan sangat cool! Sa mmg salute la sama ko. Yeyeah! Kekekeke. Pastu c deidre&amp;nbsp; @ D, merangkap genk selama cuti antara semester ujung tahun lepas. Hari-hari mmg muka dia seja la, tdur, makan, jalan etc. Mandi tu nda la sama2 ba. Hahahhaha. Nda ketinggalan juga satu-satunya senior lelaki yang saya TERsempat p konvo dia, c faizan, team mate karate saya. Sedondon satu family baju warna merah! Sampai GF dia pun pakai baju merah. So, itu jak la convo senior yang saya sempat p tgk. Yang lain-lain mana sempat jumpa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Saya rasa gembira tuk senior-senior yag sudah konvo. Yang suda keja tu, semoga sukses selalu. kalau sudah gaji, jan lupa kasi bank in sikit2..hahahahha… belanja makan pun ok juga la…:P kalau yang sambung master d USM tu, ba, bejumpa lagi kita nanti. Hehehehe. Kalau yang sambung master d U lain, selamat berjaya untuk menempuhi kelas, kajian atau apapa la. Kalau yang 1tahun jak master tu, nampaknya kamu grad yang ke- 2 kali, sa belum lagi grad2 ni. Sadis oi! Tapi dalam masa yang sama, saya sedih jugak la. Lepas ni ndataw bila lek mau jumpa senior-senior sekalian. Saya rindu masa kita sama-sama spend time. Bergelak ketawa, bergurau senda dan bermacam macam lagi aktiviti yang menarik. Harap-harap kita berjumpa lagi ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Ini adalah entri bahasa palin cincai...seiapa nda paham..ada sia kesah? hahahhaha...asal saya puas hati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-4705358504081097962?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/4705358504081097962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/ini-kali-lah-kasi-keluar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4705358504081097962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4705358504081097962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/ini-kali-lah-kasi-keluar.html' title='Ini Kali Lah! Kasi Keluar!'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3467789751604368033</id><published>2011-09-22T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:14:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really tired! Physically and mentally! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3467789751604368033?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3467789751604368033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-really-tired-physically-and-mentally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3467789751604368033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3467789751604368033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-really-tired-physically-and-mentally.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8497139118893447788</id><published>2011-09-22T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:20:12.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Been busy for these few days! And its only the second week since the class started. This week is the convocation week. Supposed to be the relaxing and enjoyable week. But thanks to me, I made it super busy and tiring week. Thinking about daily life and NEXT week classes made me headache. Well, that how life it is. Right? I would not stay here to write anymore cause it will only drag my 'merepekness' and melancholy... So, good night and till we meet again diary. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S: Don't need to be strong Pink! Because you are already strong! Just be yourself. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8497139118893447788?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8497139118893447788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8497139118893447788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8497139118893447788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-update.html' title='a little update'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8374920403249874999</id><published>2011-09-16T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:20:59.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Forteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Lohe? Lohe? Selamat tengah malamsemua! Apa yang saya nak kongsikan pada hari ini? Sebenarnya, saya baru sahajaselesai menonton anime Bleach episod 339, memang sangat teruja! Tidak sabarmenunggu episod seterusnya. Selepas itu, saya membaca manga Bleach episod 464,lagilah teruja! :P &amp;nbsp;Okey la, sebenarnya saya ingin berkongsi dengan semua lagutak berapa baru tapi baru saya temui bulan lepas apabila seorang kawanmengatakan lagu ini menarik. Pada mulanya, saya tidak mengambil perhatianterhadap lagu ini (seperti biasa, lagu ini disyorkan oleh kawan). Tetapi,disaat mendengar dan menghayati bait-bait lagu ini, ia terasa begitu bermakna. Lagusyahdu menusuk kalbu la ni! Mendengarkan melodi lagu ini, ia mengingatkan sayadengan kumpulan lelaki pop di Malaysia pada suatu ketika dahulu. Kebanyakkan laguyang dihasilkan dan dinyanyikan kumpulan ini mempunyai genre yang sebegini. Tidaklain dan tidak bukan, kumpulan KRU! Tapi lagu yang bakal saya kongsikan, bukandinyanyikan oleh kumpulan ini, tetapi kumpulan yang berada dibawah naungan KRUstudios, Forteen. Siapakah Forteen?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Kumpulan Forteen ini dianggotai olehOne, Ariz, Izzue dan Ameer. Nama sebenar? Tak tau! Hahahaha. Kumpulan ini baruditubuhkan untuk mengembalikan kegemilangan kumpulan lelaki pop yang pernahmenjadi fenomena suatu ketika dahulu? Tidak pasti. Tapi mungkin juga. Lagu memangsedap, tapi pada mulanya saya ingat lagu ini dinyanyikan oleh kumpulan TheLima. Tak tau apa perkembangan mereka sekarang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnNvCZQ9B-Y/Tiz8Rzz8ThI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZDR7_QIW-xw/s640/forteen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnNvCZQ9B-Y/Tiz8Rzz8ThI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZDR7_QIW-xw/s640/forteen.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar telah diambil daripada hasil carian Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Berdua Bersatu - Forteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; background-color: #f2eeec; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;kenapa cinta kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;selalu saja diduga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;bagai ada tak merestu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;kita berdua bersatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;atau mungkin kau dan aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ditakdir untuk berpisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;walaupun melawan arus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;kita berdua bersatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;sering kali ku mendengar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;patah tumbuh hilang berganti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;tetapi ku tidak mahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;cinta selain darimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;jika denganmu salah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;ku tak mahu yang benar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;jika denganmu rebah biarlah ku tercalar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;walau dilanda badai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;ku sanggup kerna ku mampu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;kita berdua bersatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;jika denganmu kabur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ku tak mahu yang jelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;jika denganmu hanyut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;biarlah aku lemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;walau dilanda ribut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ku sanggup kerna ku mahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;kita berdua bersatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;P/S: Lagu cinta kaw-kaw punya! hahahaha. Walaupun syahdu, tetap menusuk kalbu. Sekian dulu~ Nak dapatkan rehat secukupnya hari ini. Bangun nanti, banyak lagi aktiviti.. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8374920403249874999?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8374920403249874999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/forteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8374920403249874999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8374920403249874999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/forteen.html' title='Forteen'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnNvCZQ9B-Y/Tiz8Rzz8ThI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZDR7_QIW-xw/s72-c/forteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-1518689209329726235</id><published>2011-09-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:42:35.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di tengah malam sayu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt;Hi! Hi! Dan Hi sekali lagi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt; Hari ini saya akan menulis entri dalam bahasa melayu. Pejam celik, pejam celik, saya dah berada dirumah hampir 2 bulan. Cuti semester bermula pada bulan Mei, tapi saya sampai ke rumah pada bulan Julai. Selepas ini, saya akan kembali ke Pulau Pinang kerana semester baru akan dibuka pada minggu hadapan. Bagi pelajar yang baru memasuki universiti, mereka sedang mengikuti minggu orientasi pada minggu ini. Tahniah dan selamat datang diucapkan kepada pelajar baru.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Setiap cuti amat dinantikan, namun kebanyakkan pelajar seakan ingin mengelakkan penghujung cuti. Sesetengah pelajar mungkin berasa gembira apabila semester baru akan bermula dan pasti ramai pelajar yang akan bersedih kerana ada daripadanya terpaksa meninggalkan rumah dan keluarga tercinta. Walau apapun, hargailah masa yang cuti yang masih ada dengan sebaiknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cuti ini adalah salah satu tempoh yang bermakna dalam hidup saya. Berjumpa kembali dengan kawan yang hilang 5 tahun lalu, bertemu dengan kawan-kawan rapat &lt;i&gt;(bersama anak-anak mereka!)&lt;/i&gt; , berhari raya &lt;i&gt;(walaupun hanya beberapa buah rumah) &lt;/i&gt;dan sebagainya. Tidak dilupakan banyak lagi waktu-waktu yang berharga dan bukan selalu dapat dirasai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt; Walaupun suasana rumah yang kadang-kadang memeningkan kepala, namun suasana ini pasti saya rindui nanti. Bila mengenangkan ketika saya hendak balik ke rumah dulu, saya merasa keberatan. Namun, setelah berada di rumah pada waktu penghujung cuti ini, saya terasa sayu untuk meninggalkan tanah kelahiran ini. Bukan sedih untuk meninggalkan tilam yang empuk atau rancangan TV, tapi bagaikan ada sesuatu yang memanggil diri untuk terus berada disini. Hati meronta untuk terus berada disini dan menikmati keadaan dan orang-orang yang bermakna dalam hidup ini.......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS;"&gt;P/S: Ini lah yang terjadi kalau menulis entri yang tidak dirancang. Merepek dan meleret. Menjadi tempat luahan perasaan. Sehingga kita bertemu lagi diari.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="MS" style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: MS; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-1518689209329726235?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/1518689209329726235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/di-tengah-malam-sayu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1518689209329726235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1518689209329726235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/di-tengah-malam-sayu.html' title='Di tengah malam sayu....'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4409171147907621697</id><published>2011-09-08T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:09:03.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Pokok - Hazama ft MUH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Pokok – Hazama ft MUH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Tersesat malu bertanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tak tahu tak tahu ke mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlalu banyak alasannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Duk terdiam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Menyusur di kaki lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlihat bayang wajah kelmarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tersentuh hati bagai luruh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-1364"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Korus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tanya sama pokok apa sebab goyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Jawab angin yang goncang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terbang burung terbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Patah sayap diduga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Seandainya rebah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Kau masih ada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlalu mahu dan mahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlupa apa yang perlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlalu banyak alasannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Duduk terdiam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tak mudah namun tak susah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terserah atas pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tersentuh hati mula luruh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ulang Korus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Kau masih ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Kau masih ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Kau masih ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Kau masih ada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlalu mahu dan mahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlupa apa yang perlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terlalu banyak alasannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Duduk terdiam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tak mudah namun tak susah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Terserah atas pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tersentuh hati mula luruh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tanya sama pokok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;P/S: Pada mulanya, saya tidak berapa suka dengan lagu ini. Tetapi saya mendapati lama-kelamaan saya mula menyanyikan bahagian korus lagu ini tanpa disedari. Kawan saya mula menegur saya kerana menyanyikan bahagian korus berulang-ulang. Lagu ini mempunyai tarikannya yang tersendiri. Lirik lagu yang mempunyai maksud yang tersurat dan tersirat amat menarik perhatian saya. Pada pendapat saya, lirik lagu ini mengandungi unsur-unsur nasihat dan motivasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt; (saya terasa hendak menulis entri lirik ini kerana sudah lama tidak menulis entri lirik lagu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-4409171147907621697?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/4409171147907621697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/pokok-hazama-ft-muh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4409171147907621697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4409171147907621697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/09/pokok-hazama-ft-muh.html' title='Pokok - Hazama ft MUH'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4998957119386929677</id><published>2011-09-01T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:03:09.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Double festive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hey! Hey! I’m writing again in this diary! What I want to write today? Firstly, I want to wish “Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri” to all Muslim’s in this world and also Happy 54&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Independent Day to all Malaysian. It’s blessed that this year the Raya Day clash with the Malaysia’s independent day. &lt;i&gt;(Last year it is same too! And I think next year it would be the same too!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First day of Raya Day, it was yesterday. What I do and where I went? I wake up quite early yesterday, but lazy to get up. So I just lay in my bed until fall asleep again. Not in the mood to SMS my friend to wish them Happy Raya, so I just replied those who had SMS me. &lt;i&gt;(I think I’m really not into texting people now. It just so contra when I remember last time I was like cannot stop replying SMS, texting whole day and night, even when in class. That’s one of the reasons I’m awake in class? Hahahahaha) &lt;/i&gt;Then, my mother persuades me and my brother to go to her in-laws house. I was reluctant at first because I’m not into the mood of visiting them. Last time I go to their house is 3years ago. That time they still at their old house. I haven’t been to the new location of the house, so I’m scared and lazy to go. &lt;i&gt;(Wouldn’t you be scared when you heard there is no electricity, and that place only can be reached by speed boat? To be exact, I feel it was very fussy!) &lt;/i&gt;My brother stands still for his decision, he doesn’t want to get up from his bed. Me? I have to go along because I don’t like it when my mother sulking. It was very annoying, fussy when I have to see those faces. What really tickles my anger in the beginning is rain! Argh! Muddy! But I control my anger and just go along with the plan. &lt;i&gt;(Be patient, be patient, relax, relax. I whisper those words inside me)&lt;/i&gt; Then? We have to wait for speed boat, another annoying activity. &lt;i&gt;(I feel that I really want to burst at that moment. Why there are so many things annoy me in this first day of Raya?) &lt;/i&gt;When I hop into the boat, it was a turnout of an event. I feel so calm and enjoying the boat ride along the river. So, the anger just like that cooled off by the wind. Reached there, off course first thing to do is filling my tummy! I’m excited and enjoying the awesome and delicious &lt;i&gt;Sambal Belacan&lt;/i&gt;! hahahahaha. Not the &lt;i&gt;Ketupat &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;Rendang&lt;/i&gt;, but &lt;i&gt;Sambal Belacan! (Well, it’s hard to eat delicious Sambal Belacan at Penang! Or to be precise, it’s just far from my standard of ‘delicious’.) &lt;/i&gt;Well, it’s like the Katy Perry song lyrics, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Comparisons are easily done, when you had the taste of perfection…” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After that, eat &lt;i&gt;Soto!&lt;/i&gt; I ate 2 bowls of &lt;i&gt;Soto&lt;/i&gt;! Then, I just sat there and blank! Why? No electricity, so no TV, no radio, no fan, etc. No entertainment! Luckily the weather is not too hot that time, so I decided to listen to my MP3, eating &lt;i&gt;Kuaci,&lt;/i&gt; and just watches my brother, Rahim, fishing. Besides that, I also enjoying the ocean view. &lt;i&gt;(This one is super awesome cool! I love the view of ocean!)&lt;/i&gt; It’s already 4pm and I’m whining to my mother to go home. &lt;i&gt;(Well, it’s more to complaining and persuading session. &amp;nbsp;:P)&lt;/i&gt; She say she will stay back!? The last thing I want to do is sleep there! So, I just go home alone. Not a problem! Again, I’m enjoying the view and breeze there. &lt;i&gt;(Even fantasizing to have evening boat ride with someone special. Together watching the sunset and enjoy the sea breeze. Perghhh.. How was it? :P ) &lt;/i&gt;Enjoying the moment and totally didn’t prepare myself for the next possible events!&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;We have to go through a muddy swamp to reach the shore! I almost fell into the muddy swamp! Omaigosh! Then, the harder part is to find water to wash feet. I’m so tired to complain or even to think about it, so I just kept quiet and found a pail of rain water and wash my feet there. Skip the journey goes home. Reached home, I’m just so happy like super-super excited! My mum and stepfather won’t be home tonight! I would conquer the living room! Hahahahaha. But something suddenly destroyed the excitement! My friend called me and tells me that he is involved in an accident! What the?!? From what I heard from him, it was quite critical. Luckily no one is in critical conditions. Stitches and bruises sound normal to me. Involved in accident in the first day of Raya is still sound tragic for me. Lucky that he is the type of calm and fast thinker person, I believe he is. But he sounded frustrated because the car is recently bought! He had been using it less than 2month! &lt;i&gt;(If me? Huh? Don’t know what will happen) &lt;/i&gt;Hope he is fine now. Last night I sleep quite early, headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; day of Raya and also independent day! I wake up at 5.30am! I don’t believe it! Hahahaha. Wake up, online and just wondering inside the house. And? Do some house chores? &lt;i&gt;(I can’t believe it myself! Whatever it is, it’s a good thing right? :P) &lt;/i&gt;Then, lying down at living room watching TV. Fell asleep for awhile. &lt;i&gt;(Huh! Home alone are great! Awesome! And cool too! :P) &lt;/i&gt;Prepare my own lunch and that’s the time my mum reached home. Booo! Not home alone now. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; But I’m still glad that she is home safely. After that, continue watching TV. My mother again spoiled the fun of watching TV when she dragged me to an open house. It’s tiring! If the road is not ‘&lt;i&gt;berbukit-bukit’&lt;/i&gt;, maybe I still can accept. I don’t prefer to go there because I’m not used to the people there. Boooo! And I really hate to say this. My mum friend wants to introduce me to her son? Hohohoho. This is really ridiculous! So, I just flash my deathly stare to my mum to warn her. Don’t even think about it! I’m not interested! Back from the open house, I straightly take my nap. Yeah! Wake up around 7-8pm just now. &lt;i&gt;(It’s because I’m annoyed with the Ridsect’s smell. It was awful smell that poisonous. I’m not sure if it can actually kill people, but it surely kills mosquitoes! I don’t want to spend the rest of less than 2 weeks holiday lay in my bed, poisoned.) &lt;/i&gt;Now, I’m just typing this diary entry and enjoying my coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/S: Tomorrow, another open house to attend. This one is not based on ‘dragged’ position, this one is free will! To my classmate open house. I haven’t seen her for quite a long time, kind of miss her. Hopefully it will not be reminisce the past session. hahahaha. Whatever it is, it’s better than dragged by my mum to join her to open house. Today incident is enough! It’s embarrassing! That’s all for today entry, till we meet again diary. &lt;i&gt;(it really took some time just to open the web page.. Doing this entry took me about 1/2 hour, but to upload all the pictures and loading? approximately 2hours!arghhh) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ShxK_lLg5c/Tl5gV_ublEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/h14NtpEkV1k/s1600/CIMG5040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ShxK_lLg5c/Tl5gV_ublEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/h14NtpEkV1k/s400/CIMG5040.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This small guy is lighting his firework.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLG8ZCbqCC4/Tl5gcP9UCMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1tACyiJI6pM/s1600/CIMG5045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLG8ZCbqCC4/Tl5gcP9UCMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1tACyiJI6pM/s400/CIMG5045.JPG" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, with his lighted firework.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjpeqICmvyc/Tl5gh_YXJjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/sEykJl5vZHU/s1600/CIMG5051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjpeqICmvyc/Tl5gh_YXJjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/sEykJl5vZHU/s400/CIMG5051.JPG" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko0jU2vcF-M/Tl5goh1hxGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/BKJy0rfyrUA/s1600/CIMG5066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko0jU2vcF-M/Tl5goh1hxGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/BKJy0rfyrUA/s320/CIMG5066.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is serious. Wrong mood huh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrhQpjMvXo0/Tl5gvcKwrYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2TiFe96K5eE/s1600/CIMG5069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrhQpjMvXo0/Tl5gvcKwrYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2TiFe96K5eE/s320/CIMG5069.JPG" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of Raya, waiting for the speed boat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbv-wFJRm4c/Tl5g6pFU8AI/AAAAAAAAAko/2bFzPFbSfDI/s1600/CIMG5077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbv-wFJRm4c/Tl5g6pFU8AI/AAAAAAAAAko/2bFzPFbSfDI/s400/CIMG5077.JPG" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Age is not a measure to enjoy the nature.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSsjgekvHtA/Tl5hAHRIZPI/AAAAAAAAAks/XWAWWXJPLFs/s1600/CIMG5078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSsjgekvHtA/Tl5hAHRIZPI/AAAAAAAAAks/XWAWWXJPLFs/s320/CIMG5078.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those kids sure are adorable. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4rEaYb6zRA/Tl5hHnqCTfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/EPhMnpLMPXM/s1600/CIMG5080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4rEaYb6zRA/Tl5hHnqCTfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/EPhMnpLMPXM/s400/CIMG5080.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying his luck fishing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Cgr3hcUmvw/Tl5hO7gTonI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8Xtt2kSafKM/s1600/CIMG5081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Cgr3hcUmvw/Tl5hO7gTonI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8Xtt2kSafKM/s640/CIMG5081.JPG" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A grandma playing with her grandson.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DymqDpf5qk/Tl5hVCwiPLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m7lI_aMa_Xo/s1600/CIMG5085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7DymqDpf5qk/Tl5hVCwiPLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m7lI_aMa_Xo/s400/CIMG5085.JPG" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the sea breeze and flash a smile. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpBMgY99pos/Tl5hm1UztjI/AAAAAAAAAk8/1Otg4Wvww-o/s1600/CIMG5086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpBMgY99pos/Tl5hm1UztjI/AAAAAAAAAk8/1Otg4Wvww-o/s400/CIMG5086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel the wind, enjoy the moment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--TobcibQhAI/Tl5hsHP0QFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8S5TGJh4U7w/s1600/CIMG5088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--TobcibQhAI/Tl5hsHP0QFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8S5TGJh4U7w/s400/CIMG5088.JPG" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTJzzzw4pgQ/Tl5h1dWuy3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/BlgwScdYw94/s1600/CIMG5091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTJzzzw4pgQ/Tl5h1dWuy3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/BlgwScdYw94/s400/CIMG5091.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A grandma with her granddaughter &amp;nbsp;in a small boat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8mzI7Hd50I/Tl5h-pQuL1I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Om4-4t48Rqc/s1600/CIMG5094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8mzI7Hd50I/Tl5h-pQuL1I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Om4-4t48Rqc/s400/CIMG5094.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the view.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgL_I1_aou8/Tl5iG-yqjhI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wEMWnGqR5u0/s1600/CIMG5119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgL_I1_aou8/Tl5iG-yqjhI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wEMWnGqR5u0/s400/CIMG5119.JPG" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to launch. Nescafe and Milo had nothing to do in this launching. :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkQxtwMKCVI/Tl5iMbvmMiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZVqDQUZVYcA/s1600/CIMG5128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkQxtwMKCVI/Tl5iMbvmMiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZVqDQUZVYcA/s400/CIMG5128.JPG" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its launched!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2a2of0xUpS0/Tl5iSgB3_uI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_feRXV6neJA/s1600/CIMG5136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2a2of0xUpS0/Tl5iSgB3_uI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_feRXV6neJA/s400/CIMG5136.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firework. &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*all the pictures are re-sized into 600x800. 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August moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hey! Hey! Hey! It’s me again! Okay, today I will not post about my ‘jiwa kacau’ state anymore. &amp;nbsp;It was really tiring and down. I want to share about my activities this august. A week more to go for the end of this month, fasting season will end and Hari Raya Aidilfitri or Eid is around the corner! &lt;i&gt;(Feel so excited, because I really look forward to celebrate it with so-called family of me!) &lt;/i&gt;Okay, let’s go through my activities then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Daniel @ Yung Yung birthday celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEkPO6z9wJ8/TlP6kb4B-eI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zvyQK9BRapw/s1600/CIMG4968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEkPO6z9wJ8/TlP6kb4B-eI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zvyQK9BRapw/s640/CIMG4968.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yung Yung with his cousin, Aaron&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is one of my closest friend son. His mother is like a sister to me. So, he is considered as my nephew. It was small celebration but warm because the ‘family’ scent is there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Girl’s day out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb-FpRySEEI/TlP8_FUVXlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yQmGaWteId0/s1600/CIMG4987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb-FpRySEEI/TlP8_FUVXlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yQmGaWteId0/s640/CIMG4987.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pose before going out from the room. &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A day out with my girls! Marisa(BB), Carlisiah(Kim), and Shirly. Bertha got church activity and she can’t join us. Another girl that I have not met before, Melinda also can’t present that day(looking forward to meet and know her better). It’s not complete but still happening day. Why it’s happening? Well, we sing for 4hours at KK Box, Karamunsing! Hahahaha. After that we have to rush go back because Shirly have to go back for her tutor session. We made it on time. It also tiring day, but satisfied because I want to karaoke so bad! &lt;i&gt;(Even though my voice is not that good, who cares anyway? As long as I’m satisfied! :p)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Mini gathering with matriculation friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvUs_7IBCus/TlP9ELUzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/o6YCwE2PUpk/s1600/CIMG5002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvUs_7IBCus/TlP9ELUzJ0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/o6YCwE2PUpk/s640/CIMG5002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the crowd that cause havoc at KFC. :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This one is initiated by Esteranza a.k.a. Joe. The funny thing is when he created the event in the first place and forgot to make it as a private event. So he has to delete the event but the agenda is still going on! Breaking fast together at Tuaran coolest hangout place, KFC! Hahahaha. Not many had come but it still havoc! In other words, our crowd not applicable for the phrase of ‘the more, the merrier’ because if more people had come, I think the KFC will break down! Just imagine that less than 10people gathered, plus 2 children, we concur that place! Well, we are just having fun though. &lt;i&gt;(tak kesah la kan?Buat ‘derk’ jak~) &lt;/i&gt;Looking forward to another gathering with more people and activities. &lt;i&gt;(surely will be more havoc!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's all for my activity so far this month. It's all about friend, friend and friend! Next week my bro (Tony) birthday, maybe we will celebrate it since I missed his birthday for 3years in a row! Maybe we will celebrate altogether for Ridwan (september), Rahim (may) me and Raymie (June). Studying abroad have to bear to miss out those occasion. Well, its not decided yet. I might have to discuss with my bro about this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S: I'm excited and down when thinking about going back to Penang. Excited because can meet up with friends, going to seniors convocation, activities, etc. Down because it will be day of classes, assignments and not forgotten about friends too. Recently I found my very long lost friend &lt;i&gt;(too dramatic la!5years only!) &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not so long but yeah, totally lost! hahahahaha. Almost forgot! One of my activity this month is cam-whoring with brothers! Well, its a request from my youngest brother &lt;i&gt;(flash back how he begged to 'main gambar-gambar'. *faint*) &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will attach some of the photos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qWttXW5XxU/TlQCUXKPBkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gGE8KJ9jv-Q/s1600/Picture0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qWttXW5XxU/TlQCUXKPBkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gGE8KJ9jv-Q/s400/Picture0173.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Raymie and Rahim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCzf0ekZ_Kg/TlQCW305TcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/mx9386siOas/s1600/Picture0175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCzf0ekZ_Kg/TlQCW305TcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/mx9386siOas/s400/Picture0175.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Raymie and my Doraemon (Raymie declared that Doraemon is his property! =.=")&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oK1wSOy6TxY/TlQCZVtdv3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/EAGm342omhg/s1600/Picture0182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oK1wSOy6TxY/TlQCZVtdv3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/EAGm342omhg/s400/Picture0182.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture! I even make it as my Facebook profile picture. :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EvHiXAxE-zQ/TlQCb7MToXI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VKSBWwz2Dn4/s1600/Picture0200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EvHiXAxE-zQ/TlQCb7MToXI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VKSBWwz2Dn4/s400/Picture0200.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Raymie and Tony.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gZ5tAuidk8/TlQCeIfeN2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/84HlLrX1Kbw/s1600/Picture0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gZ5tAuidk8/TlQCeIfeN2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/84HlLrX1Kbw/s400/Picture0203.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raymie with his 'nenen'. :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2W9xIh5Nfz4/TlQCgS2CgZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SueZoMzh9qw/s1600/Picture0205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2W9xIh5Nfz4/TlQCgS2CgZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SueZoMzh9qw/s400/Picture0205.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their about to sleep pose. (and Raymie get up after that)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMjp1sFh6jI/TlQCimhOlbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qtss6e-IUP4/s1600/Picture0206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMjp1sFh6jI/TlQCimhOlbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qtss6e-IUP4/s400/Picture0206.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is expensive pose from Raymie since he is seldom want to kiss me! :3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93Ty0f73Fdw/TlQCk3bddkI/AAAAAAAAAic/2qM_VFZnTgM/s1600/Picture0210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93Ty0f73Fdw/TlQCk3bddkI/AAAAAAAAAic/2qM_VFZnTgM/s400/Picture0210.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See? Still in the mood to pose and his favorite brother (and mine too) already asleep.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knfdpjPZcNo/TlQCnFXjdgI/AAAAAAAAAig/rgQgb3Jjdrc/s1600/Picture0214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knfdpjPZcNo/TlQCnFXjdgI/AAAAAAAAAig/rgQgb3Jjdrc/s400/Picture0214.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The face of person that being begged to 'main gambar-gambar'.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Lots of Love from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-5353460212080579185?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/5353460212080579185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-done-but-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5353460212080579185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5353460212080579185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-done-but-enough.html' title='Not done, but enough. August moment.'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEkPO6z9wJ8/TlP6kb4B-eI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zvyQK9BRapw/s72-c/CIMG4968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6659525384431212820</id><published>2011-08-16T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T02:24:16.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’s me again! Feeling sucks now. Sometimes I just want to run away from all these matters, but how far I can run? No matter where I go, these matters will always haunt my mind. Tried to forget about it but when I see it, the anger inside me just rule my feeling. I know this already happen and nothing about it I can reverse. These clearly show that life is about decision. Every decision that we made will shape our paths. Every action that we take has its own consequences. Everyone has their own problems and anxiety. I hate to behave this way but this is the only way for me to lessen my heart burden. This anger I just can’t express it because it only brings greater problems. I can’t talk but I can write. I wish that I can talk these matters straight to the face of the people that may concern, but I know that is not the wise decision to do now. I have to manage and stabilize my life first. When the time comes, I might be able to do something about all these matters. Till we meet again my diary. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-6659525384431212820?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6659525384431212820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-its-me-again-feeling-sucks-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6659525384431212820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6659525384431212820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-its-me-again-feeling-sucks-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8285649544861704714</id><published>2011-08-03T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T02:15:33.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>stress over emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hello diary, it’s me again. Actually there is nothing that I want to write specifically. I just want to write here, to ease the uneasiness that had been attacking my nerves for these few days. To be precise, I think I started to act strange. Or I feel I’m acting and feeling strange. I feel awkward. … &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Or maybe I am just being nonsense here? I just confused now) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just can’t put it exact in words. I can’t describe it. Maybe I’m just a jerk. Maybe I’m just a badass. Maybe I’m just another candidate of ‘Bukit Padang’. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Or maybe Tanjung Rambutan, WEE!)&lt;/i&gt;Getting stressed for any solid reason / any reasons are sure driving me nuts! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. I hate to feel this way! This is just too suck and too much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I need to get myself a wakeup call. This is just ridiculous! &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(a slap in a face maybe?) &lt;/i&gt;I don’t want to feel this way for the rest of this semester break! I’m getting crazy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S: &lt;i&gt;Emotion overflow due to h&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;igh level of uneasiness that driving me nuts because I don’t even know the cause! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8285649544861704714?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8285649544861704714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/stress-over-emotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8285649544861704714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8285649544861704714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/stress-over-emotion.html' title='stress over emotion'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-2022853347091755399</id><published>2011-08-01T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T02:43:40.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hello there! After facing a lot of ‘susah payah’, I manage to online. Well, the line is not so good here. I’ve been staying at home nearly a week and I guess I gained some ‘extra meat’ here. Hahahaha. The previous post, I guess I’m too lazy to continue about that. I only write what crossed my mind and when the thing passed, the intention to write will become undesirable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For the past few days, I only watched dramas, movies and anime. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Not including the inconsistent meals and sleeps I had) &lt;/i&gt;I’ve been sleeping in day time and eat supper almost every night. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(*Sigh* I think this time will gain more weight…T.T) &lt;/i&gt;The person that called me ‘fat’ will be extraordinary happy teasing me. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spend time with family totally was not the top list in my life. But when you have all members around it might be exciting. Few day before I’m quite not comfortable when I have to sleep with my 3brothers in a bed. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(It is so uncomfortable and annoying when every person has their own habits that will irritate you while sleeping) &lt;/i&gt;But looking at their sleeping faces makes me smiles in the middle of the night. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Sounds creepy huh? Well, I usually sleep ‘quite early’ in the morning. So I have to cope with their sleeping habits) &lt;/i&gt;Last night was the ‘greatest’ night. I have to share the bed with 4brothers! All in a bed! &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(Luckily it was queen-sized bed, if single bed, surely there will be person that sleep on the floor!) &lt;/i&gt;Surrounded by brothers at home can be very tiring and yeah, annoying. Here and there shouting, crying, and the most intolerable are ‘menjawab’! You ask them nicely, and they answer with some annoying words and expression. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;(It’s in the family huh?)&lt;/i&gt; Try to argue with me? It’s their death wish. Luckily my first brother is more matured now. The rest are no difference, the secondary, the primary and the youngest.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;But yeah, it’s really hard to have this scenario, actually is no other place than this. I just come with a thought; this is another moment that I can reminisce when it comes to family topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;P/S: I think this is enough. I feel that I want to sleep late tonight than the usual early morning. I’m really will age very fast in this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I don’t know what’s that still holding me back, it is that I’m still not ready? Hurm, dealing with feelings sure are complicated.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-2022853347091755399?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/2022853347091755399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-it-comes-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2022853347091755399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2022853347091755399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-it-comes-to.html' title='When it comes to...'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3511937841068599754</id><published>2011-07-25T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T02:40:54.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Unwritten Days</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hello~ Hello~ Its almost 2 weeks without blog updates. I feel awkward. Yeah like very awkward since I used to write almost everyday. Now I'm at CC (Cyber Cafe), online and waiting for my friend to fetch me. So what happened in this 2 weeks? Lot of things had happened and the 2 main things are KKS (Kembali Ke Sekolah) 2011 and being tourist guide to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; KKS 2011 - Back To School, is an event that will be held annually by PERSIS (Perkumpulan Siswa Siswi Sabah) USM. This year is the second year of the event. This year, the route was Kuala Penyu -&amp;gt; Kota Kinabalu -&amp;gt; Ranau. The event was held from 11July until 17July. Kuala Penyu was quite hot place while Ranau was very cold place. What a contradiction huh? Overall I can say that it was very fun! We go to a lot of places in every town we passed by. Like a vacation huh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*can't really update and attach any of the picture, in a rush now*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Update later!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3511937841068599754?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3511937841068599754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-unwritten-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3511937841068599754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3511937841068599754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-unwritten-days.html' title='Long Unwritten Days'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-7974805886080694876</id><published>2011-07-06T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:06:14.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ishashiburi desu ne? Hi! Hi! What’s the topic for today? Well, I’ve been home for around 4days. This is my forth night at my house. Last night I sleep quite early, but wake up later at 12am. It’s a phone call from across the sea. &amp;lt;3 Long conversation and again I sleep when its morning. My intention to go to Tamu this morning has to wait some others time. I wake up in the noon time and went out to KFC to online. (The line was really awesome SUCKS!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, change the topic. Actually last night I’m thinking to write about this. But yeah, last night it was raining heavily so it just nice to sleep early. :p The day before yesterday, I was riding an uncle bus. He is one of the drivers in my hometown. He is quite famous here with his issues. And the gossips that he will share with people. He talks quite a lot. Way back then, I enjoy riding his bus because he got lot of the latest issues. Inside the country and global issues too. Amazing isn’t it? He even knows about my friends stories than me. Okay skip this long intro. 2days ago, he talk about her daughter. He only has one daughter and was a university graduate. He sound upset because his daughter was a university graduate but didn’t get a job at government office. (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Well, why must government?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I realized that, lots of parents are hoping for their children to get a job in government sector. Why must government? Is working with government will have a good pay? More secured job? Have a lot of holidays? I’m not sure. But why must government? The private sector is not good enough? If everyone aiming for the government, who will work at private sector? And why can parents can’t think that their children can be an entrepreneur? Malaysians are not good enough to stand with their own feet? Malaysians are not qualified to work in private sector? Malaysians can’t be an entrepreneur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;P/S: Every great people in this world are not naturally born with greatness but the path that they choose that make them great.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-7974805886080694876?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7974805886080694876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-some-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7974805886080694876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7974805886080694876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-some-thought.html' title='Just some thought'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-8092281089798411063</id><published>2011-07-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:31:17.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second night at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hey! It’s me again! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tonight is my second night at home. Unlike last night, tonight all the people in this house already asleep (and yes, I’m the only exception). I’m not sure if I would sleep early today since I already sleep few hours ago. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;By the way, today is my FEEDING day! Hahahahaha. I get my father to fetch me at home (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;manja sangat kan).&lt;/i&gt; Well, I would say that I’m too lazy to go out by myself. The transport expense rates keep increasing! And now from my home to town is RM 2! It’s not even 10km distance! =.=” Less than 10 year, the expense rate had increased 100%! From RM1 to RM2! (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;okay, cut this drama out!&lt;/i&gt;) After my father fetches me, we went to 1Borneo and eat at Sushi King. Not forgotten, my father complained that every time we want to go out, he have to wait for me. Never be there in time. :p (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;what do you expect if you only get yourself prepared 15minutes before he reached?&lt;/i&gt;) Purposely~ hahahahaha. Eat all you want! Yeah! After that, he sends me back and we pass through the coconut stall at Salut and I suddenly ask my father to stop and get myself a fresh coconut! (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I’m too random with food..:P&lt;/i&gt;) And I meet my friends there, Marisa, Shirly and Kim. I was supposed to be in that group too, but I have to cancel because of I had a date! Hahahahha. I think that’s all for now diary, see you later ya. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-8092281089798411063?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/8092281089798411063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/second-night-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8092281089798411063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/8092281089798411063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/second-night-at-home.html' title='Second night at home'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6875153003095354894</id><published>2011-07-03T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:30:17.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First night at home</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hey! I'm home! Ya, like technically at home. Its already 2.30am in the morning and still not sleeping (that so me right?). My last post was about me reaching Sabah. The first thing I do is off course go to eat (after my friend fetch me) and I ordered my all time favorite drink! Teh C Ping! hahahahaha! Feel so happy! (&lt;i&gt;sangat la over kan?&lt;/i&gt;) And order soto ayam. The drink was awesome like it always did but the food not my level of taste, I want something that even awesome. I don't really care because when I wake up later, I will go lunch with my man~ (ya, directly lunch. Breakfast? Still sleeping I guess...:p) Hopefully we can grab nice food to feed my tummy! First night at home can't say anything yet. My mum said all the pimples in my face was due to lack of sleep. I can't deny it since I admit that my sleeping problem was like critically hard to reschedule. hahahahaha. Whatever it is, I might go hit the sack after this or maybe go for a round of Fruit Basket anime! I know its an old anime and I just get it from a friend. Maybe an episode wouldn't hurt that much eh? hahhahahahaha. After all, good night people! Get some beauty sleep there.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-6875153003095354894?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6875153003095354894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-night-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6875153003095354894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6875153003095354894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-night-at-home.html' title='First night at home'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tuaran, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.168561 116.23483399999998</georss:point><georss:box>5.936892 116.02052599999998 6.4002300000000005 116.44914199999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-2893582356837759425</id><published>2011-07-02T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:55:17.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After a year didn't go back, now I'm here. Sabah! Due to certain circumstances, I choose not to go back before this. Initially I also feel so lazy to go back. But yeah, I miss my friends too. And I know some of them are missing me too. Now I'm still at the airport, stuck here. Waiting for my friend to fetch me up. He will be here in no time. After all, I just want to enjoy this holiday to the max! Maybe I wont be home next year, who knows? Forgot to mention, I already finished my fourth semester in USM! And there are left four semester to go through. Time fly really fast, I'm already 21 (since last month) and do I have another 21years to live? It is shorter or longer? Only God knows. Till then diary.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-2893582356837759425?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/2893582356837759425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2893582356837759425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2893582356837759425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here!'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-941845564593008280</id><published>2011-06-23T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:26:02.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its almost the end of June. And I'm approaching to reach the age of 'free to do anything'. I will be back to Sabah on early July. To see my friends and family that I haven't seen for a year. Next week the MASUM will be held in UPM. I'm looking forward to this event since this event is the reason that I'm stuck here. Quite annoying being stuck here, but after some time I enjoyed my time here. And the intention of going back become less and lesser. Its not that I'm not excited to go back, but the good time I'm having here, I don't want it to end. But life has to go on right? I believe that when I'm at my hometown, I will be having fun to the max! Like seriously don't want to go back USM later. hahahah. For the memories here, it just worth to keep it. I knew it would. Where you can see a guy that blush? hahaha.. Only at my favorite spot.:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-941845564593008280?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/941845564593008280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-almost-end-of-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/941845564593008280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/941845564593008280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-almost-end-of-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-4134944585971836772</id><published>2011-06-18T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T02:19:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold on girl.. Don't fall.. Stand strong and keep smiling..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-4134944585971836772?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/4134944585971836772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/hold-on-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4134944585971836772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/4134944585971836772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/hold-on-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6873090134567116115</id><published>2011-06-17T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T03:20:53.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>BF idaman sekolah menengah? LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sedang membelek-belek buku lama, terjumpa sesuatu yang sangat menarik. Buku apa? Siapa penulis dia? Apa pula yang menarik? Buku ni, bukan lah ditulis oleh penulis yang terkenal. Penulis ini pun belum pernah menerbitkan buku lagi. Penulis buku ini adalah saya sendiri! hahahahaha.. Apa yang menarik? Hurm, sebenarnya saya terjumpa profail diri yang saya tulis semasa saya sekolah menengah. Ada satu seksyen yang saya rasa lucu kalau di ingatkan balik. Seksyen 'Ciri-ciri BF Idaman'. Biarpun saya ni ganas sikit, saya masih lagi boleh tulis ciri-ciri BF idaman. APAKA? hahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, mari saya kaji balik ciri-ciri BF idaman saya dulu. heheheheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;1.Comel&lt;/span&gt; - alalalalala...hahahaha... Saya memang suka benda-benda yang comel? LOL. Rasanya macam mana la lelaki comel ni aaa? Saya sangat lemah kalau berdepan dengan benda-benda yang comel ni. Comel itu adalah sesuatu yang subjektif. Dan memang ia berbeza-beza mengikut citarasa individu tersebut. Bagi saya, lelaki comel adalah seperti ini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dramacrazy.net/Nicholas_Teo_as_He_Qun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i.dramacrazy.net/Nicholas_Teo_as_He_Qun.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saya sangat meminati lelaki ini! Dari dahulu sampai sekarang! hahahaha... Saya rasa dia sangat comel! Dulu saya tidak terdedah dengan lelaki-lelaki Korea yang lagi 'HOT' dari dia. hahahah. Tapi saya memang suka lelaki ini dari dahulu, Nicholas Teo. Suara merdu dan comel! *pengsan*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;2. Caring&lt;/span&gt; - penyayang. BF saya mestilah penyayang supaya saya boleh rasa yang saya disayangi. *blush* LOL. Tapi secara lojiknya, semua orang inginkan lelaki yang penyayang kan? hehehe. Kalau sudah jadi BF, mestilah dia sayang kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;3. Selesa &lt;/span&gt;- Hurm, selesa ni maksud dia saya tidak kekok dengan dia dan saya boleh jadi diri saya yang sebenar. Kalau difikirkan balik, saya memang cepat selesa dengan orang. Tapi masalahnya, saya selalu kekok kalau dengan BF saya sendiri. Motif? Tidak pasti! hahahaha. Kawan biasa dan teman lelaki istimewa (BF). Asal dengan BF mesti kekok. Hurm, sifat semula jadi. Mungkin? Parah la kalau macam ni kan. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;4. Memahami &lt;/span&gt;- hohohoh. Ini pun sangat umum! Kalau BF saya tidak faham dengan diri saya, tidak mungkin saya akan bersama dia. Tapi lelaki ni susah juga la mau cakap. Mula-mula dia faham la, lama kelamaan ada saja yang tidak betul. Kalau cara dia menegur tu berpatutan dan saya boleh terima, akan diusahakan untuk berubah. Bukan senang mahu berubah. Kalau dia cuba memahami saya, saya akan cuba memahami dia. Kata kunci bagi poin ini ialah bertolak ansur. kan? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;5. Menghormati privacy&lt;/span&gt; - Ini sangat lah umum. Dia harus hormat privacy saya. Saya pun tidak tahu macam mana mau terangkan ni poin. Apa lah yang saya fikirkan masa saya sekolah menengah dulu? hahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;6. Tinggi&lt;/span&gt; - hahahaha. Ini harus! Tidak payah la tinggi sangat. Paling penting tinggi dari saya! hahahaha. Biarpun orang cakap kalau lelaki lagi rendah dari perempuan, lagi berkekalan. Saya tetap mahu yang tinggi! hahaha. Sangat pelik kalau saya lagi tinggi..;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;7. Tidak gemuk&lt;/span&gt; - woahhh~ Tidak gemuk disini bukan bermaksud kurus melampau. huhuhu. Sederhana. (sangatlah umum~) hahahahaha. Berisi? Mungkin. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S: &lt;i&gt;Senarai ini sangatlah pendek! hahaha. Mungkin bermaksud saya bukanlah seorang yang pemilih? hahahahaha. Mungkin juga masa itu fikiran masih kebudak-budakan? Tidak pasti. Kalau difikirkan kembali, ada sesetengah ciri-ciri yang masih relevan. (pada pendapat saya la~) Macam poin selesa. Diakui, saya senang selesa dengan orang disekeliling saya. Tapi kalau dengan BF, macam selalu rasa tidak selesa? Pelik! Macam mana saya boleh rasa tidak selesa, dan macam mana dia boleh menjadi BF saya? Terlalu complicated! :P Tinggi tu masih lagi dalam senarai. Tidak gemuk pun masih boleh diterima pakai, tapi tidak berapa relevan. Sebab kalau hati sudah sayang, susah la mau cakap.:p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sekarang saya bukan pelajar sekolah menengah. Sudah meningkat dewasa, tetapi mungkin belum matang dalam membuat pertimbangan. Selalu perasaan mengatasi fikiran? Mungkin tidak, sebab saya selalu menghadapi konflik antara fikiran dan perasaan. Saya pasti semua pun ada konflik macam tu kan? Sekarang tiada masa mahu memikirkan tentang BF, sebab hubungan yang lebih serius menjadi pertimbangan. Kekecewaan pada masa lalu mungkin memberi impak yang hebat dalam hidup seseorang. Perasaan ini sangat subjektif, kadang kala kita menyukai seseorang disebabkan mutu fizikal mereka. Ada yang menyukai seseorang disebabkan sifat dan sebagainya. Tidak lama lagi saya akan mencecah 21tahun, saya berharap saya akan menemui seseorang yang boleh menjadi bakal suami dan bukan sekadar BF. BF bukan lagi menjadi persoalan, tetapi seseorang yang mampu menjadi suami yang diutamakan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-6873090134567116115?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6873090134567116115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/bf-idaman-sekolah-menengah-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6873090134567116115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6873090134567116115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/bf-idaman-sekolah-menengah-lol.html' title='BF idaman sekolah menengah? LOL'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3440944427602414386</id><published>2011-06-14T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T04:07:23.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>Salah satu sifat saya. :D</title><content type='html'>Okay, entri ini saya tulis dalam bahasa melayu sebab sudah lama saya tidak menulis dalam bahasa melayu. Takut nanti terlupa dan ayat menjadi lintang-pukang(secara serius, memang tidak pernah tersusun pun..hahahaha). Sebenarnya, saya pun tidak pasti apa yang ingin saya merepek dalam entri saya pada kali ini. Saya tidak mempunyai idea untuk berkata-kata. Idea itu ada tetapi memang tidak berpatutan untuk diluahkan disini. Nanti ada pulak orang mengata, mengutuk dan sebagainya. Tapi saya selalunya memang pun dikutuk dan dikata, jadi tidak kisah la kan? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya memang suka berkawan. Dan saya memang ada bermacam-macam jenis kawan. Dari yang baik sampai lah yang kurang baik (kalau cakap jahat, kejam pula kan??). Tapi kadang-kadang saya ni pendiam juga lah kalau dikelilingi orang yang saya tidak kenal atau pun kawan-kawan yang hanya berkaitan dengan akademik. Saya pun tidak pasti kenapa saya bersikap macam tu. Dari zaman sekolah menengah sehingga la menjejak ke matrikulasi, saya tidak rapat dengan rakan-rakan sekelas. Sampai ada yang mengatakan saya ini sombong, mungkin juga. Tapi saya yakin saya bukanlah seorang yang sombong. Saya seorang yang sangat suka bercakap, boleh bercakap mengenai banyak perkara. :p Kadang-kadang saya sangat suka merepek dan bergurau. Sesiapa yang terlalu serius pasti tidak boleh menerima gurauan saya. Gurauan saya juga selalu menimbulkan salah faham. Adakah saya terlalu melampau? Saya sendiri kurang pasti. Perasaan berbelah-bagi selalu menimbulkan persoalan. Dan juga kadang-kala saya terjerat dengan lawak saya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupa saya sebutkan, saya memang suka berkawan. Tetapi cenderung kepada kawan lelaki. Sebab? Ada bermacam-macam sebab dan saya tidak pasti apa sebab yang sebenarnya. Tapi, saya dapat rasakan, tidak kira apapun sebab yang saya berikan, orang tetap akan menilai mengikut kehendak dan pandangan mereka tersendiri. Kalau menurut diri saya sendiri, saya selesa bergaul dengan lelaki sebab saya memang dah biasa? hahaha. Secara kronologinya (semasa saya kecil), saya tidak suka bergaul dengan perempuan kerana merasakan mereka ini amat menyusahkan, leceh, sangat merimaskan, banyak songeh, dan sebagainya. Mungkin kerana pemikiran saya pada masa itu merumuskan semua perempuan seperti itu dan saya terlupa bahawa saya juga seorang perempuan? Saya tidak suka berkelakuan lembut seperti perempuan (yang sejati la, hahaha) dan saya tidak sedar ada perempuan yang lebih ganas daripada saya? Oppsss, saya tidak bermaksud merumuskan bahawa saya seorang yang ganas tetapi saya menafikan bahwa saya seorang yang lemah lembut. :) Kalau dengan kawan perempuan, saya akan secara automatik akan bertukar watak. Melainkan saya betul-betul rapat dengan perempuan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada beberapa orang kawan yang agak rapat mengatakan bahawa saya seorang penggoda. Baiklah! Itu kedengaran sungguh menakutkan. Seperti ada yang tidak betul. Saya tidak selesa dikatakan sebagai penggoda kerana bagi saya itu bukanlah sesuatu yang baik. Saya telah cuba untuk mengawal sifat terlalu peramah dan kadang kala itu menyebabkan saya terpaksa berpura-pura dan kadang kala menimbulkan persoalan lain dalam diri saya. Berpura-pura itu sangat memenatkan. Berpura-pura itu juga sangat membebankan fikiran. Bagi seorang seperti saya, perkara seperti ini boleh menganggu ketenangan hidup saya. Saya merasakan diri saya sangat lemah dan saya memang tidak suka berkeadaan seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rasa setakat ini dahulu luahan entri saya pada kali ini. Apa yang dapat saya katakan disini, saya hanya menjadi diri saya sendiri. Walaupun saya sedar ada keburukan disebalik diri saya yang sebenar, saya juga tahu tidak ada benda yang sempurna bebas daripada keburukkan. Dan saya ingin mengatakan bahawa saya akan menjadi diri saya sendiri dan jika saya akan berubah suatu hari nanti, itu adalah sesuatu yang tidak pasti tetapi tidak mustahil. Kepada kawan-kawan yang rapat dengan saya, anda mesti pernah terfikir mengenai sikap saya ini. Saya tidak akan menyalahkan orang lain diatas pendapat mereka terhadap sikap saya. Saya percaya, kawan saya tidak mengadili saya hanya berdasarkan sikap saya yang satu ini. Pasti ada kriteria lain yang melayakkan saya untuk menjadi kawan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3440944427602414386?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3440944427602414386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-entri-ini-saya-tulis-dalam-bahasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3440944427602414386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3440944427602414386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-entri-ini-saya-tulis-dalam-bahasa.html' title='Salah satu sifat saya. :D'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-636054684418610784</id><published>2011-06-12T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T04:07:16.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right now at this moment, I just hope that I can cry out loud to ease my uneasiness inside of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eat a lot of things or maybe sing my heart out to make me forget this stupid feeling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right now I long for the feeling of secure just by a hug.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the feeling when I hug a person and all this mess fade away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-636054684418610784?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/636054684418610784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/right-now-at-this-moment-i-just-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/636054684418610784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/636054684418610784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/right-now-at-this-moment-i-just-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-5705044462354516863</id><published>2011-06-11T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:27:41.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>"Still love her, in my mind. Still love her forever"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;object height="333" width="444"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vuutv.info/cdc6795946:koKp_C5KPaI:false.v"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vuutv.info/cdc6795946:koKp_C5KPaI:false.v" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="333" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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: #0a0000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hancur hatiku, mengenang dikau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Menjadi keping-keping, setelah kau pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tinggalkan kasih sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;yang pernah singgah, antara kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Masihkah ada, sayang itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[#:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Memang salahku, yang tak pernah bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meninggalkan dirinya, ‘tuk bersama kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Walau ‘tuk t’rus bersama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;‘kan ada hati, yang ‘kan terluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dan ku tahu, kau tak mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Reff:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sekali lagi maafkanlah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;karena aku, cinta kau dan dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Maafkanlah, ku tak bisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;tinggalkan dirinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin tak mungkin, ‘tuk terus bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jalani semua cinta, yang t’lah dijalani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tapi bila itu yang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;kau pikir yang ter-baik untukmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bahagiaku, untuk dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[Reff]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Simpan sisa-sisa, cerita cinta berdua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Walau tak tersisa, cerita cinta berdua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still I have, in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Still I have forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[#] ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[Reff] (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still love her, in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Still love her forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P/S: This song is so damn sad! But I love it because it was touching. It bring back memories. If guy dedicate this song to you, are you supposed to be happy or sad? Happy to know that you are loved? Sad to know that you can be with the person you love? Ahmad Dhani was looking cool here, by the way he is cool all the time! hahahaha. This a great song! Nice lyric, nice melody and nice way to break someone heart!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;(hoping to shed some tears listening to sad songs, but ain't no tears that coming out. It just burden my heart..:( But to be logically, I just so love those sad songs! Pathetic huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vuutv.info/" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-5705044462354516863?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/5705044462354516863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-love-he-in-my-mind-still-love-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5705044462354516863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5705044462354516863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-love-he-in-my-mind-still-love-her.html' title='&quot;Still love her, in my mind. Still love her forever&quot;'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-2737801633248459786</id><published>2011-06-08T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T02:29:26.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Lagu - Bo Amir Iqram</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="333" width="444"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vuutv.info/b302faf72b:68GmFZn6oWY:false.v"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vuutv.info/b302faf72b:68GmFZn6oWY:false.v" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="444" height="333" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vuutv.info/" target="_blank" title="VuuTV - Watch Video"&gt;VuuTV - Watch Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.sndcdn.com/avatars-000002174717-sc4w6u-crop.jpg?cc6a9b2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i1.sndcdn.com/avatars-000002174717-sc4w6u-crop.jpg?cc6a9b2" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bo Amir Iqram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Hariku&lt;br /&gt;Harus dipenuhi dengan kehadiranmu sayangku&lt;br /&gt;Fikiranku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dipenuhi dengan senyumanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah indah&lt;br /&gt;Jika dirimu sentiasa&lt;br /&gt;Di sisiku sayangku&lt;br /&gt;Berikanku hanya satu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu&lt;br /&gt;Lagu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariku&lt;br /&gt;Harus dipenuhi dengan kemanjaanmu cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Fikiranku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dipenuhi dengan suaramu divaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;P/S: this song is so sweet! very cute song and quite happening! looking forward to listen more songs from Bo Amir Iqram! Enjoy people! No regrets! Nice song! Support Malaysian music industry! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-2737801633248459786?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/2737801633248459786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/lagu-bo-amir-iqram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2737801633248459786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2737801633248459786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/lagu-bo-amir-iqram.html' title='Lagu - Bo Amir Iqram'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-2093999691247630027</id><published>2011-06-07T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:04:32.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not heard everyday'/><title type='text'>“Mouth is in our faces, I can’t stop them, and they can’t stop me.”</title><content type='html'>People always dreamed to be something or someone in their life. It could be anything! To the realistic and fantasy. Anything! But do they really pursuing their dream? Ask people around, do they achieved their dream? Do they already satisfied in their life? What is success means to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another finding in my surfing session. A man aged 44 years old, will be making his 15th attempt to enter college this year! When is it? Its today! 7th of June 2011! He is known as 'the first iron head in China' for the number and determination of attempt to enter the college examination. He will be sitting with her son in the National College Entrance Examination. He is Liang Shi, a businessman &lt;i&gt;(from a source saying that he is millionaire!), &lt;/i&gt;his first attempt to enter university was in 1983 and he is enrolled to the national entrance exam until 1988 but he failed all the examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liang Shi had been working since 1990 and changing jobs (mechanist, timber jack, clothing and television vendor) before starting his own construction materials business in 1995. He is quite successful now with 200workers working under him last year! &lt;i&gt;(the workers might be more than that now!)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beside the fact he changing his jobs before owning his own company, he also studying hard for the exam all these years but not obtaining enough marks to pass the exam. His dreams is to be admitted to Sichuan University to study in Math major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son is not quite happy with him for some reasons, maybe? But his wife is quite supportive with his effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Mouth is in our faces, I can’t stop them, and they can’t stop me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"i have four sisters and brothers, and none of us is a college graduate. thus i think it's worthy of fighting for in realizing this dream for my family," liang shi was quoted as saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Whatever I do, I still take care of the family well, I did not neglect them and my business."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Although Liang Shi has failed in his past 14 attempts, he said: "I will not give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Asked if he was confident that he would pass this year, he said: "The revision did not go that well, but I will do my best!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Think back people. Have you been this determined to achieve&amp;nbsp;your dream?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sources:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailychilli.com/news/12065-man-to-make-15th-attempt-to-enter-college"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://www.dailychilli.com/news/12065-man-to-make-15th-attempt-to-enter-college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silobreaker.com/man-to-make-15th-attempt-to-enter-college-5_2264620861220716638"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://www.silobreaker.com/man-to-make-15th-attempt-to-enter-college-5_2264620861220716638&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eyeonchina.org/2011/06/06/liang-shi-fifteenth-time-to-attend-college-entrance-examination/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://www.eyeonchina.org/2011/06/06/liang-shi-fifteenth-time-to-attend-college-entrance-examination/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://articlesxrecent.co.cc/en_article_articles-recent_3/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://articlesxrecent.co.cc/en_article_articles-recent_3/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For all students out there, how many time you have faced with the failures? 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color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I feel that is just normal when you feel frustrated or sad when you failed. But don't drag it too long, get up and try again! There is nothing impossible in this world as long as it is realistic to achieve! Some people even prove to the world that impossible things can be made with hard work! For students, fail or didn't achieve your target is not an excuse for you to let it go. You still can try harder to achieve your target or dream as long&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;as you are breathing and have the will!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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&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 style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P/S: Thanks Liang Shi! You just make me inspired to do better in my next exam! I will be supporting your intention and hopefully you can pass the examination this year! Go for it! Its almost 2 am in the morning! 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Its kind of silent night, my current room mate is already asleep. Certainly can't watch funny movies or anime, I will laugh like stupid person and disturb her sleeping. She need to wake up for internship work tomorrow. As for me, I need to wake up earlier for morning jog. It is important for the so called 'captain' me to set a good example to the rest of the team. But yeah, I'm not gonna sleep now. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My late grandmother was quite a fierce lady. Not quite but &lt;i&gt;sangat &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fierce! My mother? Well, she is not so fierce but so hard-headed. I think I was the hybrid of this two lady. :P I'm growing up watching this two lady fighting every time they meet or even worst when there are issues arises. The fighting scene is not only limited to word-fighting. No need to elaborate. =.=" I'm close to my late grandmother because she is the one that raise me up since I was a baby and I only known my mother when I was 3 years old by coincidence and I swear I was totally speechless that time. I'm speechless, blur and just follow my mother and watching my late grandmother crying. It was very sad moment that people may thought only exist in drama. Not for me. I was in the middle, my late grandma (&lt;i&gt;I call her Inak, means mother in Kadazan/Dusun language) &lt;/i&gt;and my mother was pulling my hand both side. Drama? I would call it reality. .............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt; stop with my childhood memory, enough for the opening&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This post is written because of an article I found at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dailychilli.com/"&gt;www.dailychilli.com&lt;/a&gt;. It was about a 5years old girl that abused by her mom! Well, a lot of stories mother abuse her child with their own reasons. But her reason seemed to be ............&lt;i&gt;(no words to describe it)&lt;/i&gt;....... She abused her 5 years old daughter for not calling 'mom'! In the first place, why she didn't call her 'mom'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 5years old girl named Linlin was returned to her parent home's April last year. She been living with her grandmother since she was a baby and didn't acknowledged her mom and refused to call her 'mummy'. Her mother feels annoyed about it and started to beat the girl since then. She have 9 years old sister and 3 years old brother. She was taken care by her grandmother since her mother had no time to watch her, working parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She beat me everyday, with her hands, legs, sticks, hangers, bricks…," Linlin told reporters at her hospital bed on Wednesday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wang punched her daughter and fractured her rib bones. She also cut her with a pair of scissors and hit her hands with bricks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She was also found to be suffering from malnutrition," said Dr Ni Daolei, adding that her condition was stable now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Her mother even beat with bricks? Thats really sound very nice huh? Punched her own daughter? Cut with a pair of scissors? Is she is mentally ill? And what her mother says about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She ignored me, refused to call me 'mother'. She doesn't love me. See, I have never beaten her sister and brother," the 41-year-old Wang said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asked about the injuries, she answered bluntly: "They were certainly inflicted by me, I don't care."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;"She doesn't love me?" How was supposed the 5 years old child to acknowledge her mother and love her when she is being taken care by her grandmother before? Maybe I don't know about how their family going, but I just can'y imagine how a mother can do these and not sorry for it? And another interesting fact? The mother is currently pregnant 7 month! She abuse her 5 years old daughter and carrying a baby in her belly? She doesn't afraid isn't it? The baby in her belly could have affected by it! She is arrested by the police but later was bailed out because she is pregnant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;There is no story about the father, so I can't say anything about it. A concern&amp;nbsp;neighbor surnamed Zhu that report this to the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"There was one time I saw the mother kicking Linlin until the girl landed outside the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 1.25; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"She crawled slowly to the door, then her mother stepped on her body several times. But Linlin dared not cry," he said, added the girl was given two meals a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She ate a little bit in the morning, had no lunch and then ate the leftovers from the family at night," another neighbour said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;2meals a day?! Leftovers? Its really getting my nerves now! I can't believe this is happening in this world now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The girls can be in trauma for this incident! It would affect her for a lifetime! Maybe she would never acknowledge the woman that so called her mother anymore. Who knows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;P/S: Its only 5 years old and she didn't hesitate to beat her. Wait until she is 25 years old. Would her mother beat her for not calling her 'mom'?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I'm really lucky and gifted because not abused in that way. 5 years old? Its a time when children are started to know and realized a it of their surrounding. I still can remember how my life is when I was 3 years old. I might be surrounded by a fierce and hard-headed women in my life, but this is just too much! I fight with them, but I love them so much. Its not only by words we can express love. Is she is too young &lt;i&gt;(41 years old?!? My mom even younger than that when I was 5 years old!) &lt;/i&gt;to discover this? It would take some time for child to adapt their surrounding. And it can't be force through beating! Why can't the mother sit back and think&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;about her action. That is not her first child and she is expecting another child soon. This is just too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Resource :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailychilli.com/news/12029-girl-abuses-daily-for-not-calling-mom"&gt;http://www.dailychilli.com/news/12029-girl-abuses-daily-for-not-calling-mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&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/1519127014479645263-5189357083326110144?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/5189357083326110144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/abused-for-not-calling-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5189357083326110144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5189357083326110144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/abused-for-not-calling-mom.html' title='Abused for not calling &apos;mom&apos;?'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3265788243887848879</id><published>2011-06-06T02:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:48:07.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just random thought</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm kind of 'blur' right now. Well, my mind keep thinking about people in general and person to be specific. :) Who is that person? Naaa.. I'm not sure myself. So I don't want to talk about it now. Playing some Facebook applications. What applications? Some application about crush/date/ etc &lt;i&gt;(pathetic huh?). &lt;/i&gt;But its good to make you laugh in the middle of the night. I can't say its 100% correct, but.. BUT. Scarily, few names appeared and I don't know how to say it. But its seriously kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a single life might be fun when you have all your friend all around you. Not might be, yes it is. And its kind of creepy, hopeless, and many more when you are TOTALLY ALONE. Human mind are so mysterious and can be creepy sometimes. I'm not saying now I'm alone &lt;i&gt;(without friends or crowds) &lt;/i&gt;but the FEELING of alone that creep me. Seriously, I feel hopeless, speechless, and sometimes lost. The power of mind really creeping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start talking nonsense later. I already receive my brain signal that started to pour my thought here. But I will not adding the oil to the burning flame. It just like I end up strangling myself with all the words I pour. So, I sign here good bye. Till we meet again diary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/189/A87E070F15C99B54B2847175E2327A12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3265788243887848879?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3265788243887848879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/seriously-im-kind-of-blur-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3265788243887848879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3265788243887848879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/seriously-im-kind-of-blur-right-now.html' title='Just random thought'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-7286524320187668685</id><published>2011-06-06T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:40:41.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><title type='text'>Brain-Boosting Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Been pouring nonsense all this time. I think I should share some useful tips. And apart from that, learn something useful for me too. This tip was found while I was surfing the web. The tips that I want to share today is food that can help you boost your brain function. This tips was&amp;nbsp;recommended&amp;nbsp;by &lt;a href="http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Dr-Mike-Moreno/83851483?mcd=p_Yahoo_art%2014334&amp;amp;cp_type=p_Yahoo&amp;amp;prefd=a_art%2014334"&gt;Dr Mike Moreno&lt;/a&gt;. Dr Mike Moreno is the author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://books.simonandschuster.com/buy/The-17-Day-Diet/9781451648652/from-other-retailers#book_retailers?amp;mcd=p_Yahoo_art%2014334&amp;amp;cp_type=p_Yahoo&amp;amp;prefd=a_art%2014334"&gt;The 17 Day Diet: A Doctor's Plan Designed For Rapid Results&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, since it was suggested by a doctor there is nothing wrong to apply it right? For those have allergies with the food listed, no need to eat them as an excuse to boost your brain. Instead of boosting your brain, you will end up at hospital bed. Worst? I will not mention it, you knew yourself. *&lt;i&gt;touch wood&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Proceed to the tips..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0054/5092/products/GB-80-20_medium.png?100110" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0054/5092/products/GB-80-20_medium.png?100110" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beef, extra lean:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;High in iron, a mineral that improves memory, alertness and attention span.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebubbaeffect.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/beets1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://thebubbaeffect.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/beets1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Beets:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Contains phenylalanine, an amino acid that helps relay signals from one brain cell to&amp;nbsp;another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.hivehealthmedia.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/blueberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://cdn.hivehealthmedia.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/blueberries.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Blueberries:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Excellent source of antioxidants and “anthocyanins,” compounds thought to help&amp;nbsp;protect brain cells from toxins, improves use of glucose in the brain, and promotes communication between brain cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfroe_e006M/S_w_pF6j8FI/AAAAAAAAArM/-FkeISlFbN8/s1600/broccoli.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfroe_e006M/S_w_pF6j8FI/AAAAAAAAArM/-FkeISlFbN8/s320/broccoli.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Broccoli:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Packed with antioxidants and phytonutrients that help protect brain tissue from toxins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freshhealthyvending.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/vitamin-a-rich-carrot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.freshhealthyvending.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/vitamin-a-rich-carrot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Carrots:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;High in beta carotene and other natural substances that help protect brain tissue from&amp;nbsp;toxins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teohbenghock.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/chicken-0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://teohbenghock.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/chicken-0011.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Chicken:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;High in tyrosine, an amino acid required for the production of the alertness chemicals&amp;nbsp;dopamine, epinephrine and norepinephrine. When your brain is producing these, you think and react&amp;nbsp;more quickly, and feel more motivated, attentive and mentally energetic. (absolutely not the live chicken! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNt5-jdKA2Y/TDVxjKSQy-I/AAAAAAAAEuk/NP73opTYVUQ/s1600/citrus-fruits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNt5-jdKA2Y/TDVxjKSQy-I/AAAAAAAAEuk/NP73opTYVUQ/s320/citrus-fruits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Citrus fruits:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Contain vitamin C and other antioxidants that help maintain sharp memory and help&amp;nbsp;brain cells resist damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTPnM-a1eKbYZNA0XD4QlCi_SgRDVNmoMV_Lu0_BppSHN5-3Eb88w&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTPnM-a1eKbYZNA0XD4QlCi_SgRDVNmoMV_Lu0_BppSHN5-3Eb88w&amp;amp;t=1" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Edamame:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Contains phenylalanine, an amino acid that helps relay signals from one brain cell to&amp;nbsp;another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthybirds.umd.edu/images/eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.healthybirds.umd.edu/images/eggs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Eggs:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;High in the B vitamin choline, which helps with memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefatlossauthority.com/fat_loss_tips/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/egg-white1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.thefatlossauthority.com/fat_loss_tips/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/egg-white1.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Egg whites:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;High in protein, which can improve alertness by increasing levels of norepinephrine,&amp;nbsp;which helps keep your brain at its sharpest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aboutgardening.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/red-green-chili-peppers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://aboutgardening.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/red-green-chili-peppers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Hot chilies:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Contains the fiery-tasting chemical capsaicin. Capsaicin stimulates circulation, aids&amp;nbsp;digestion, opens your nasal passages and, even better, sends a feeling of euphoria straight to your brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://healthy-lifestyle.most-effective-solution.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/legumes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://healthy-lifestyle.most-effective-solution.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/legumes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Legumes:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Provide glucose to fuel the brain, and the fiber they contain slows the absorption of&amp;nbsp;glucose, helping to maintain stable levels of energy and support alertness and concentration overtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yeinjee.com/food/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/chinese-roast-pork-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://yeinjee.com/food/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/chinese-roast-pork-01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Pork:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loaded with vitamin B1, which protects myelin, a fatty substance that helps facilitate communication among cells. (only non-Muslim k? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wheekingcavies.webs.com/romaine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://wheekingcavies.webs.com/romaine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Romaine lettuce:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;High in folate, a B vitamin important for memory and nerve cell health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://findmeacure.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/spinach-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://findmeacure.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/spinach-13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Spinach:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Packed with iron, which is involved memory, concentration, and mental functioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-mediterranean-diet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Tuna-Consumption.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://the-mediterranean-diet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Tuna-Consumption.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Tuna:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Full of omega-3 fatty acids, which help build and maintain myelin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://octoviana.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/yogurt-health-benefits-and-its-composition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://octoviana.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/yogurt-health-benefits-and-its-composition.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Yogurt:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;A probiotic food that has been found in many studies to boost mental alertness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P/S: I didn't own all the pictures above, its all taken from Google Image search engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1048976983"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1048976984"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-7286524320187668685?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7286524320187668685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/brain-boosting-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7286524320187668685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7286524320187668685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/06/brain-boosting-food.html' title='Brain-Boosting Food'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfroe_e006M/S_w_pF6j8FI/AAAAAAAAArM/-FkeISlFbN8/s72-c/broccoli.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3892833078026667297</id><published>2011-05-31T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T05:36:33.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking of writing a story. Maybe a novel. Maybe just a short story. 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I'm not frustrated because of the RM4 fried mee that tasted suck I ate last night nor the grass jelly water that cost me RM2(a bit but still can be forgiven). I also not that frustrated nor overwhelming excited watching the Super Junior M. I did feel some&amp;nbsp;frustration&amp;nbsp;but it just minor and didn't really affect my day. But. But. I was feeling super-duper mega bombastic frustrated because of HUJAN band! Damn it! Why I fell into this frustrated mode? Because I didn't manage to watch their concert last night! I want to blame the Super Junior M that finished late? Well they finished in time. Or blame the technicians that slow? I saw them running setup the stage after the Super Junior M finished their concert. Or maybe just blame that we have to gather at 12am and the concert started at 11.30pm? Blame the tentative that didn't place Hujan Band to perform first? arghhhhhh... I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The one that I really looking forward to, the Hujan performance and I didn't manage to watch it? Kidding me? Seriously I almost cried last night! But it doesn't happen because I'm cool? hahahaha.. I just didn't cry in public space, in the sea of people. I want to watch they perform! Hujan! With the power of soothing in Noh(vocalist) voice and energetic band performance, I really looking forward to their performance! I watched their concert last year at Hot Fm Big Jam Penang, and that hook me totally into their band. Before that I do listen to their songs, but didn't really pay attention. That night I listen to their concert and holding back my tears because listening to their song that just like slap me in the face. What song? Thats my little secret. :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The latest song that sung by Noh, Tunggu Sekejap, was very awesome. The original track was sung by Allahyarham Tan Sri P. Ramlee. Who doesn't love his songs or films are just weird (I mean P.Ramlee). Okay, back to Hujan. I hope to watch Noh and his band play the song and their another new song, Muda. I love Hujan Band. Their songs are awesome! Well, I think a lot of people know about them right? &amp;nbsp;To soothe my frustration and the feeling of frustrated, I listen to their songs since this morning. Especially 'Tunggu Sekejap'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This song was one of the track in Satu Indiepretasi - Dimanakan Ku Cari Ganti. This album was created to give new voice to the old songs. All the songs was sung by local indie band. Here are the track listing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: justify; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. Hujan • Tunggu Sekejab – dari filem Sarjan Hassan (1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;2. Sevencollar T-Shirt • Jangan Tinggal Daku – dari filem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_2" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Ibu Mertuaku&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1962)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_3" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;One Buck Short&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;• Pok Pok Bujang Lapok – dari filem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_4" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Pendekar Bujang Lapok&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;4. Couple • Menche Che Bujang Lapok – dari filem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_5" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Seniman Bujang Lapok&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;5. Altimet [feat Imran Ajmain] • Maafkan Kami – dari filem Pendekar Bujang Lapok (1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;6. Subculture • Bunyi Gitar – dari filem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_6" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Tiga Abdul&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1964)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FI" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;7. Monoloque • Tiada Kata Scantik Bahasa – dari filem Anakku Sazali (1956)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;8. Azlan &amp;amp; The Typewriter feat AG &amp;amp; Co • Jeritan Batin Ku – dari filem Ibu Mertuaku (1962)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;9. Bittersweet • Getaran Jiwa – dari filem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_7" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Antara Dua Darjat&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1960)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;10. Pesawat • Ai Ai Ai Twist – dari filem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_8" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Masam Masam Manis&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1965)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;11. The Ramlees (A supergroup featuring Yuna, Liyana Fizi, Amirah [of the band TILU] and Najwa Mahiaddin) • Itulah Sayang – dari filem Anakku Sazali (1956)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_9" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Pop Shuvit&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;• Aci Aci Buka Pintu – dari filem Nasib&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_10" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Labu&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Labi (1963)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;13. Awanband • Malam Bulan Dipagar Bintang – dari filem Pendekar Bujang Lapok (1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;14. Grey Sky Morning • Malam Pesta Muda Mudi – dari filem Nasib Do Re Mi (1966)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;15. They Will Kill Us All • Sepanjang Riwayatku – dari filem Sesudah Subuh (1967)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;16. Yuna • Gelora Jiwa – dari filem Anjuran Nasib (1952)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;17. Meet Uncle Hussain [feat Hazama] • Ya Habibi Ali Baba – dari filem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287131814_11" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Ali Baba Bujang Lapok&lt;/span&gt;(1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1201696457MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;18. Kugiran D’Tepi Pantai • Nujum Pa’ Blalang – dari filem Nujum Pa’ Blalang (1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;* the one that in red are the songs that I already listen. They all are awesome! I listen to their songs at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://xfm.com.my/"&gt;Xfm&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;This album can be purchased through online download and physical album. I'm not sure about the online download. But to purchase the physical album can buy here---&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.lagunamusic.my/vmchk/P-Ramlee-Satu-Indiepretasi-CD"&gt;http://store.lagunamusic.my/vmchk/P-Ramlee-Satu-Indiepretasi-CD&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiboneus.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pramlee_500px-200x200.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://jiboneus.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pramlee_500px-200x200.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;*picture credit to Google*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is the cover of the album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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-family: inherit;"&gt;Back to my Hujan story. To ease my&amp;nbsp;frustration, I want to post the lyric of their song in this album- Tunggu Sekejab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunggu sekejap wahai kasih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kerana hujan masih renyai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunggu sekejap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dalam pelukan asmara ku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan bimbang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walaupun siang akan menjelma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Malam ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Belum puas ku bercumbu dengan dinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunggu sekejap wahai kasih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunggulah sampai hujan teduh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Mari ku dendang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Jangan mengenang orang jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;( korus )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan pulang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan tinggalkan daku sorang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunggu sekejap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunggu kasih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tunggu sekejap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P/S: The moment I write this lyric, suddenly its raining. How ironic huh? Love this song.&lt;/span&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/1519127014479645263-3624533001887264726?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3624533001887264726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/frustration-that-make-me-frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3624533001887264726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3624533001887264726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/frustration-that-make-me-frustrated.html' title='Frustration that make me Frustrated'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3586305415466881581</id><published>2011-05-25T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T03:03:27.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coretan'/><title type='text'>Some Random in Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life's Journey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we had the taste of greatness, we tend to expect more and more..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As expectation get high, the pressure that we get will become higher..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why we had the time to worried about the things that not yet happened?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why we keep pressuring our mind and keep pushing ourself?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watching from the sideline doesn't mean we don't care..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let them shape their own roads..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The obstacles along the road will make them learn..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why drag them in your perfection dream?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why push them to the corner of humiliation?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why we have to compare our life with their?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We live our life, they own their life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone have their own role in this world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why we have to decide the road that they should take?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We nourish our life and living from the experiences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let them taste the experiences from the choices they made.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why they have to taste what you taste?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why they have to feel what you feel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And why they have to see what you see?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't get it but it just happen naturally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a thing that we doesn't realize until we encounter with them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I just realized this when I encounter with it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-pinkpink-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;052511&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.52am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: I used to say to my mum when she is trying to control my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Don't do this! Stop it! It's not good........"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;And lots more nagging from her.&amp;nbsp;I just say this straight up to her face,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"I know what I'm doing now is not right. Don't tell me stop, cause I will just not stop right away. Let me feel what its like to be in this way or doing this. Sooner or later, I will stop without you pushing me. I will only go against you. Please."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;After that, she only keep quite and reflecting herself. Maybe.&amp;nbsp;I know she is hurt watching from the sidelines.&amp;nbsp;I know she wept when I got myself into troubles.&amp;nbsp;I saw her tears when I say those words.&amp;nbsp;All I've been through had made me the way I am today.&amp;nbsp;Lets stop regretting for what I'd done in the past and for not walking the decent life. I'm not saying we should go against our mom. But I just saying what I had done before. I'm not regretting for saying something like that, cause I just can't live to make her proud when I keep regretting those words. I'd try to live this life to keep up with my words. I hate promises cause its broke my heart every time the promise is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3586305415466881581?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3586305415466881581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-random-in-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3586305415466881581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3586305415466881581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-random-in-midnight.html' title='Some Random in Midnight'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-3607900564069493172</id><published>2011-05-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:59:27.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much feeling, so little words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many to express, so little courage to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much to write, but its not here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-3607900564069493172?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3607900564069493172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-much-feeling-so-little-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3607900564069493172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3607900564069493172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-much-feeling-so-little-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-5837785397073839058</id><published>2011-05-18T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T04:19:53.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;People said, there is a thing in our life doesn't matter how hard we tried, we just can't make it. I think thats the reason why people come out with this phrase,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;" Live your life everyday, cherish every moment that come into our life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And a few other phrases that encourage us to live our life, enjoying the present and etc. Hurm.. For me, its hard for me to forgot for the person that came into my life and leave a big impact on me. &lt;i&gt;(unless, someone can leave a bigger impact than the person does.:p) &lt;/i&gt;I'm living my life everyday, I cherish the moments &lt;i&gt;(sometimes)&lt;/i&gt; but I seldom cherish the people that means a lot to me. I will only feel sad/bad/etc when they walk away from my life. I tried my best to cherish, but I feel I end up hurting them. I don't have the courage to express love to the person I love. Who knows? I'm not sure either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"只怕我自己会爱上你, 不敢让自己靠的太近.&amp;nbsp;怕我没什么能够给你, 爱你也需要很大的勇气"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&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: inherit;"&gt;By the way, I will not drag this melancholy of mine any longer. For someone that used to mean something to me, maybe you don't know how you impact my life. I believe that no one know about you. Maybe they know, maybe they don't. Whatever! I need to express here, thanks for coming into my life. You teach me one thing when I'm not sure with my own feeling and inspired me. I don't know how to say it exact in words, but those words resonance deep inside my heart. I can say that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“我说怕会爱上你，但是我已经爱上了你。我是真的怕我没什么能够给你，我没有这么大的勇气要爱你。谢谢你，你给了我爱，你给我新的想法。我们不能在一起，但我要你知道我希望你可以得到幸福跟你亲爱的人。你是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;我意外，难忘的爱。”&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/1519127014479645263-3064380120020415472?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/3064380120020415472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/live-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3064380120020415472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/3064380120020415472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/live-and-love.html' title='Live and Love'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-1089864815575317583</id><published>2011-05-16T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T02:52:20.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>15 May 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hectic + Chaos + Impulse day! Hectic because late wake up, Chaos because a bit '&lt;i&gt;kelam-kabut',&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Impulse because suddenly decided to explore KL with the 'Hop-on Hop off City Tour'. And guess what? It was really awesome! Super duper awesome! Short synopsis, my tourist wannabe day! (I already act like an tourist! LOL)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Okay! What is so awesome about this tour? Well, like the tour name 'Hop-on Hop-off', we can hop-on the bus &lt;i&gt;(off course with ticket la weih~).&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ticket is quite cheap, for local student, I was charged Rm12 only! And? It was for 24 hours! Thats mean I still can use it today until 3pm! &lt;i&gt;(okay, exposure here. I start my trip on 3pm..:p)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;For the other packages:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;STANDARD ADULT TICKET (for non-local passenger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/images/stdr.png" width="306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24 Hours &amp;amp; 48 Hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILD (5-12Yrs), STUDENT &amp;amp; DISABLE TICKET(for non local passenger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/images/child.png" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24 Hours &amp;amp; 48 Hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyKAD ADULT TICKET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/images/stdrlocal.png" width="304" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24 Hours &amp;amp; 48 Hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyKAD CHILD (5-12Yrs), STUDENT &amp;amp; DISABLE TICKET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/images/childlocal.png" width="307" /&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-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&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-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Note: This were copied directly from their website &amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/ticket.php"&gt;http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/ticket.php&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So cheap isn't it? Well, compared to riding taxi or any other mode of transportation&lt;i&gt;(in my opinion)&lt;/i&gt;. Plus, this bus make it easier for those who want to visit the attraction of Kuala Lumpur. They will stop at 22bus stop and will come every 30min &lt;i&gt;(well, depends on the traffic I guess. Its KL by the way). &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bus with sky view/open deck..... Further information, please read the visitors guide here--&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/visitor.php"&gt;http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/visitor.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They also have provide the list of the attractions here--&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/attractions.php"&gt;http://www.myhoponhopoff.com/attractions.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Okay, stop with the info there, I want to share about my journey! With picture narration..:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/224046_1983080266426_1525813128_2157827_4845112_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*waiting for train at station .....*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225912_1983082706487_1525813128_2157833_3238046_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*waiting for the Hop-on Hop-off bus at KL Sentral, the bus-stop is 11b*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230975_1983085306552_1525813128_2157837_3274655_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*pass through the National Museum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/227477_1983086666586_1525813128_2157839_8111173_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*the drop the passenger that want to 'hop-off'*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/228776_1983089826665_1525813128_2157844_2643862_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*This is my map..:p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228231_1983090426680_1525813128_2157845_2362197_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*this is one of the tourist..hahahah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/229040_1983091426705_1525813128_2157846_5505511_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*pass through the National Monument junction..:p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/229080_1983091866716_1525813128_2157847_6468322_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*ah-ah! again this chubby face..:P*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~pass through several places but didn't manage to take a good picture...=.="~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/225136_1983096186824_1525813128_2157862_7277290_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*at Dataran Merdeka*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/228756_1983099266901_1525813128_2157875_5987603_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*still there*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230702_1983101106947_1525813128_2157881_1455057_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* this is the awesome bus! ahahaha...this one with sky view..:) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222836_1983102186974_1525813128_2157884_3349048_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*I believe that is Bangunan Sultan Abdul Samad..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222600_1983105867066_1525813128_2157895_8252623_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*St Mary Church, the oldest church in KL. Built at 1894*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227225_1983106307077_1525813128_2157896_6210781_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Its raining, so I can only snap this 'tourist' face..:p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222346_1983107307102_1525813128_2157898_7160867_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*this is my awesome pass! :p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223391_1983107627110_1525813128_2157899_6839047_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*its raining out there..:) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223362_1983108147123_1525813128_2157900_4716458_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Pass through Suria KLCC*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226753_1983108427130_1525813128_2157901_6019965_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Petronas Twin Tower*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/229210_1983108947143_1525813128_2157903_4682293_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*interior of the bus*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226519_1983109507157_1525813128_2157904_3215752_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*my first hop-off! where is this?:p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230313_1983110347178_1525813128_2157906_339801_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*tadaaa~ KL Tower! I wanted to go here since my first year journey to KL..:p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/227148_1983110907192_1525813128_2157907_8187701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* the cultural village there, and my future husband is choosing which house he like.. &lt;i&gt;(okay, its a lie..hahahah)&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225921_1983113147248_1525813128_2157914_2419094_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*time capsule~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222783_1983113987269_1525813128_2157917_5467557_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*the tourist is riding a horse! &lt;i&gt;(impian jadi kenyataan! sobsobsob...)&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225326_1983115787314_1525813128_2157922_3884128_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* this my first hop-off bus stop..:p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225037_1983116067321_1525813128_2157923_5594973_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*awesome park! where? ;p taken from the bus with open decker! :p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222872_1983117307352_1525813128_2157926_3945155_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*see? awesome car! I mean the red one.hahaha...Its a buggy I think..:p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225217_1983117787364_1525813128_2157927_5476312_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*pass through KLCC*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/225930_1983118867391_1525813128_2157931_7813692_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*pass through the Karyaneka*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225455_1983119827415_1525813128_2157933_5216742_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*fuhhh, I feel like I'm in New York. &lt;i&gt;(over&amp;nbsp;exaggerating) &lt;/i&gt;Touchdown! Bukit Bintang!&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/229305_1983121027445_1525813128_2157936_4559422_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;This boy is my unintended model..;p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/227720_1983122307477_1525813128_2157938_2309692_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Say YES! to awesome ! hahahha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228135_1983123107497_1525813128_2157939_2852266_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*I realized this poster! And I got the intuition I will meet someone I knew there.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222225_1983123667511_1525813128_2157940_7596248_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* &amp;lt;3 *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/227330_1983125747563_1525813128_2157941_2037521_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Dikir Barat&amp;nbsp;performance..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/231095_1983126467581_1525813128_2157942_1042307_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*woohoooo~~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228095_1983128787639_1525813128_2157947_5664325_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* Told ya, I knew I'm gonna meet him here. En Hafiz.. :p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225965_1983129387654_1525813128_2157948_5402306_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*cool!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230455_1983129747663_1525813128_2157949_1745860_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Spotted!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/226720_1983130987694_1525813128_2157953_1007158_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*1Malaysia dance performance, so many performance? why?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225605_1983131387704_1525813128_2157954_5596000_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*This is it! To all adult in Malaysia, Selamat Hari Belia!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228270_1983132387729_1525813128_2157956_3210071_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*while waiting for the bus, forgot to mention, I'm already at my 2nd hop-off..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230405_1983133307752_1525813128_2157958_5801156_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*next hop-off, China Town! hoohoo! I bought new wallet here..yeay!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/230885_1983134147773_1525813128_2157962_1988912_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Last picture since my camera battery already &lt;i&gt;kong&lt;/i&gt;..hahahha...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ya, so thats all for my journey. I can't elaborate more&amp;nbsp;although&amp;nbsp;I have lot more story to share. I'm tired and my eyes almost shut and it feels like it was glued. =.=" &lt;i&gt;(okay, mata memang sepet natural. macam c Anicx cakap, mata ni macam ada gam la...hahahhahah) &lt;/i&gt;.Night peeps! I need to sleep! Lot more adventure to be discover during my days in KL. Maybe lot more surprises? Who knows? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-1089864815575317583?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/1089864815575317583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-may-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1089864815575317583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1089864815575317583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-may-2011.html' title='15 May 2011'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-253068330870345245</id><published>2011-05-11T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T12:10:53.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>What Kind of Flirt Are You?</title><content type='html'>While browse through some article, I found this article interesting (there's a lot! but I choose this one..:p) Because? It's not too long and not too short.. This flirting style was discovered by a professor of communication studies at University of Kansas, Jeffrey Hall. So lets begin! Lets discover which flirting style you used the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outlookbd.com/outlookbd/images/stories/physical_flirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://www.outlookbd.com/outlookbd/images/stories/physical_flirt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Physical Flirting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;involves the expression of sexual interest in a potential partner. People who scored high in this form of flirting often develop relationships quickly, have more sexual chemistry and have a greater emotional connection to their partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSQ9thQyppvyGALJUnFnnT4HiiCdpLNYbIeljIXLA127IeOwCgD" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSQ9thQyppvyGALJUnFnnT4HiiCdpLNYbIeljIXLA127IeOwCgD" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Traditional Flirting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;believe men should make the first move and women should not pursue men. Due to adopting a more passive role in dating, women with this style are likely to report trouble getting men’s attention and are less likely to flirt or be flattered by flirting. Traditional men often know a potential partner for a longer time before approaching them. Both genders tend to be introverted and prefer a more intimate dating scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outlookbd.com/outlookbd/images/stories/polite_flirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://www.outlookbd.com/outlookbd/images/stories/polite_flirt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Polite Style Flirting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;focuses on proper manners and non-sexual communication. While they are less likely to approach a potential partner and do not find flirting flattering, they do tend to have meaningful relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcROqmzIZJb-8Ef1yqi3_m99BdrRFtKv5Cpe3P7RmGbHC-8B60rg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcROqmzIZJb-8Ef1yqi3_m99BdrRFtKv5Cpe3P7RmGbHC-8B60rg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Sincere Flirting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;based on creating emotional connections and communicating sincere interest. While women tend to score higher in this style, it is highly advocated by both genders. Relationships involve strong emotional connections and sexual chemistry and are typically meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outlookbd.com/outlookbd/images/stories/playful_flirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://www.outlookbd.com/outlookbd/images/stories/playful_flirt.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Playful Flirting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;flirt with little interest in a long-term romance. However, they find flirting fun and enhancing to their self-esteem. They are less likely to have an important and meaningful relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Men and women have they own flirting style. Believe it or not, flirting style will actually determine the duration of the relationship. People that engage into physical and playful style of flirt tend to involve in a shorter relationship compared to sincere and polite style of flirt. According to Professor Jeffrey Hall, if you are unhappy with the type of person you are attracting, you should modify your flirting style. Flirting style tend to describe person personality and will be hard to change. But, you can always modify your flirting style to find the right person in a relationship. Unless you don't want to commit any serious/further relationships, finding the right person is&amp;nbsp;necessary and important to create a long term and lasting relationship.&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/1519127014479645263-253068330870345245?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/253068330870345245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-kind-of-flirt-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/253068330870345245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/253068330870345245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-kind-of-flirt-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Flirt Are You?'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-9065180693856603465</id><published>2011-05-11T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:58:26.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take away all my words when you leave me here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take away all my thought when you walk away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1519127014479645263-9065180693856603465?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/9065180693856603465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-take-away-all-my-words-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/9065180693856603465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/9065180693856603465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-take-away-all-my-words-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6462224523370933288</id><published>2011-05-06T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T05:45:02.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>She's the one</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There is an important woman in my life. Few years back its two. Now one of them already gone. I love both of them but they don't get along so well. But that doesn't really affect my love for both of them. She left me behind while I'm battling with my examination. Though I didn't cried, she leave deep emotion in me. I couldn't cried not that I didn't feel sad. But her sudden leave make me speechless and take away my words and tears. Its almost 3years you had left me, I hope you will always watch me from up there and always near to my heart. We quarrel a lot, we made each other cry, we scold each other, we ignore each other and we hurt each other. But both of us know that we love each other. The bond that we had since long time ago can't be denied. Now I still cry when I think back what I'd done to you. I ignored you, quarrel with you, make you cry, make you feel worried and lot more. I know back then that I really love you but I can't really show it. I failed to express my love and care for you. But I know that you know I love you so much. May you rest in peace and I will visit your graveyard when I go home this semester break. Love you grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The woman that important in my life now is my mother. I can't really describe how important she is. The truth is gonna hurt but I will take it. I can't say any words to describe her. I'm not a family-type of person. So when I'm in trouble, the probability that I will turn to my family is almost 0%. I can't say that I can't talk to her but I'd rather to keep it to myself because I don't want to burden her. She got enough challenges in her life and I'm aware that its just not right to turn to her. I know she loves me a lot and being the only daughter are privilege to me. She will be one of the reason that I keep living on my life and make her proud. Being the not-family-type person make it hard for me to say to her, "I love you, mum". Well, its not easy or actually hard for me to say it. This woman is important in my life but growing up with the crowd of guys make it easier for me to talk to the man in my life, dad. I take some time to say to him, "I love you, dad". Deep inside me, I know that the bond that created with my mother mean much more. But I know I just can tell her straight neither through the phone. The last time I called her, she just tell me to focus on my study and don't bother about any problems or issues at home. I used to blame her about everything. I used to try to hate her. But I just can't really do it. As time goes by, time had make me understand what she had gone through. Though I can't really understand it because she's the one feel it all. I have the responsibility to protect her, she trusted me and I must not make her down. I can't tell you straightly but I want you to know that I really love and care for you. For the ignorance or misbehave that I'd been acting, I want to apologies. Its really nonsense but my expression of love just doesn't seems like it. I failed to express and tend to hurt. I know that you would understand it mum. Happy mother's day to you. When I get back, we will try to do something about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq13puy8Xho/TcMY3hZppSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9X1N7ly8LRg/s1600/Image%25281001%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq13puy8Xho/TcMY3hZppSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9X1N7ly8LRg/s400/Image%25281001%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Do we look alike? :) My mother with my youngest brother..&amp;lt;3 *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUv3iE3bZLI/TcMZR1NdTMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gtL60fUrLlk/s1600/0625102115-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUv3iE3bZLI/TcMZR1NdTMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/gtL60fUrLlk/s400/0625102115-01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* My mother with my 2nd, 4th and youngest brother*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCfSi1vU6r0/TcMZoieZ0oI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ov2uUuUqltM/s640/166234_191620460852303_100000130520849_768731_1652792_n.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* My mother with my 2nd and 3rd brother*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1519127014479645263-6462224523370933288?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/6462224523370933288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6462224523370933288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/6462224523370933288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-one.html' title='She&apos;s the one'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq13puy8Xho/TcMY3hZppSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/9X1N7ly8LRg/s72-c/Image%25281001%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-1857967795326555716</id><published>2011-05-04T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:42:00.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>CB stand for ?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Okay, this time I'm trying to be different from last semester. Previous semester, I will post in my blog during the first day of exam with the attire of formal. Well, its already been my habit for dress up formally in the first day of exam. So 'skema' huh? Thats me. :) This semester I didn't post anything for the first day of exam and I didn't wear the formal attire. But I'm still me. hahaha. Just a change of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My last paper will be held at 2.15pm today at DPC. *Reminder to myself : Please bring along sweater or get frozen inside the exam hall*... achooo! (Who is/are talking about me just now? God Bless Me and you too..:p) Why am I writing this post today? Basically its just expression of rebellious towards this exam paper, Consumer Behavior (CB). This paper sounds so easy right? Consumer- we can conclude all people are consumer because we do consume product and services, Behavior- the personality, attitude, etc. So in short, people behavior. Well, don't underestimate the title of subject. No matter how easy the subject sounded, if you are clueless about the exam format, the exam tips and been reading all the chapter for straight 3days with the feeling of want to vomit, easy? In fact, the word EXAM itself already have BIG impact. Honestly I didn't feel good. Actually I try to score this paper because this a major paper and I don't have that much confident in the other papers. Judging from the progress of my study and reading (I hope I learned too), this is just the same like previous papers that so $%^&amp;amp;** (too extreme to say it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I'm looking forward to finish this exam, but not that excited or delighted since I will not be home before July! (T.T) *as if I'm having SO much FUN at home huh?* Well, at least I'm not stranded in this deserted island &amp;lt; okay, lie! Penang is not deserted island. This the the most 'canggih' island I'd been to&amp;gt; and have my comfort crowds &lt;which "i="" and="" asking="" belly="" bored",="" bring="" complaint="" demand!="" do",="" father="" feel="" for="" friends="" hahaha="" hang="" have="" headache="" i="" money="" my="" nothing="" out="" satisfying="" started="" to="" when="" will="" with=""&gt;. &amp;nbsp;But I'm looking forward to go home this year since its almost a year I didn't go home (&lt;i&gt;baru satu tahun~&lt;/i&gt;) I'm eager to see my hometown, look what had changed since I'm away. (&lt;i&gt;baru satu tahun okay? belum lagi 10tahun ka, drama!:p&lt;/i&gt;) I miss those people in my hometown! My favorite crowd, my favorite hang out places, my favorite foods, my TV, my comics, etc. *seems like I got carried away, planing to write a short entry. Now it looks like I expressed too many here. hahaha.*&lt;/which&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To my fellow course mates, all the best and good luck to all of us! Kill the paper today! hahaha. Hope to see you all next semester since we will be having the longest semester break later, 4months! saigo made tatakau! gambatte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-1857967795326555716?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/1857967795326555716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/05/cb-stand-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1857967795326555716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/1857967795326555716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Time passed, memories left behind..&lt;br /&gt;Those memories are part of my life and yours too..&lt;br /&gt;Not that much, just a small tiny story life for you..&lt;br /&gt;For me, its just can't be explained..&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to you..&lt;br /&gt;If we ever meet again, I wouldn't know how I will react.&lt;br /&gt;You come into my life like a gift..&lt;br /&gt;You colors my everyday life like an artistic drawing..&lt;br /&gt;Unexplainable, with the rhythm and intuitions..&lt;br /&gt;Mystery and surprising..&lt;br /&gt;You walk out from my life..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly and left me speechless..&lt;br /&gt;Left me wondering with my own thought and reasoning..&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I regret that I met you..&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't regret that we are apart..&lt;br /&gt;As long as happiness evolving in our life..&lt;br /&gt;All that already pass wouldn't really matters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will never know cause I will never tell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should stay away from you and your kind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-heart depressed-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-5890405970748216797?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/5890405970748216797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-just-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/5890405970748216797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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large;"&gt;One after another.. Issues arises.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I haven't solved an issue and there it come, another issue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Be strong and cheer up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;All these will end soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Gambatte!&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/1519127014479645263-7699868702649589244?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/7699868702649589244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-after-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7699868702649589244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/7699868702649589244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-2283213636254853947</id><published>2011-04-26T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T02:27:01.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untuk diri'/><title type='text'>IGNORE THIS! SERIOUSLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Seriously I really feel missing now. Missing . And I don't know who or what I'm missing now. Restraining myself&amp;nbsp;shedding any&amp;nbsp;tears now. I feel I have nothing or no one right now. Emotional? Just let me be, I need this. To ease my heart burden.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I miss the beautiful moments in my life. The people that means a lot to me. I miss the people that I used to clinging to. The people that listen to all my words that are quite nonsense but they will comfort me. Best friend? Friend forever? I have lot of friend, tons of it, and I know my enemy or people that doesn't like or hate me are more out there. I have lot of good friends and great friends.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I used to have one, the BEST, where we can call each other when we are in trouble or need accompany to talk. But now its only in our memories. We do almost everything together. Together we are being scold, being look down, doing crazy things, have a heart to heart talk and many more! Thanks to you, I become myself now. We have not contacting each other for a long time now. -&lt;s.a.&gt;-&lt;/s.a.&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You guys are older than me, no matter what others say about you guys, I respect all of you! You guys are apart of my life during the important moment in my life. You guys had opened my views wider than it was and protected me. I just hope all of you will be happy with your family. There are no words that I can describe you guys here. -&lt;e.f&gt;,&lt;d.b&gt;,&lt;h.h sisters=""&gt;&lt;/h.h&gt;&lt;/d.b&gt;&lt;/e.f&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You two have been a very good friend(nearly best) to me since secondary school and I don't know what happened to us when we finished our secondary school. We didn't close like we used to be. One of you already married and have 2children, may God bless you and your family. And another one is happy with her life with sweet family and boyfriend. May God bless you too friend. I just want to tell you guys, I love and miss both of you! -&lt;g.j&gt;,&lt;d.e.l.&gt;-&lt;/d.e.l.&gt;&lt;/g.j&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After entering Matriculation, I am close with you guys. Its a very short moment, but leave deep impression in me. Miss you guys. -&lt;p.j.d.&gt;,&lt;a.m.d.&gt;,&lt;f.s.k.h&gt;,&lt;d.l.s.t&gt;-&lt;/d.l.s.t&gt;&lt;/f.s.k.h&gt;&lt;/a.m.d.&gt;&lt;/p.j.d.&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My girls! you guys have been the star of my life! The moment I'm with you all are all beautiful moments! We are still in touch and close but I'm really sorry, I just can't forget the past. You guys have been very great friend to me, cheer me up and support each other. You guys are the best among the the greatest! We laugh together, share stories, have fun..... I can find myself sad when I'm with all of you and yes thats why we lack. I never let you guys see my worse state. I just can't do it. But I really love and miss you guys! -&lt;m.w&gt;&lt;c.s.&gt;&lt;s.c&gt;&lt;b.t.&gt;-&lt;/b.t.&gt;&lt;/s.c&gt;&lt;/c.s.&gt;&lt;/m.w&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Okay, one more person that I cling most! You know who you are if you really know me. We are not close when we first met. Just thinking that you had been so cruel to me huh? But as time pass by, the chemistry and bonds are closer and closer. Distance that are just a space that can't make the bond break easily. I miss you! Will go to meet you soon! By the way, be happy there with him. Tell me if he bully you, no excuse, revenge will be executed!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;P/S: OMG, why I feel like I clinging too much? This is too much. So deep! and scary! I should shift away those clinging feeling to other things. S***! I think this is the effect of last night movie! R.A. told you to not saying anything nonsense!! I don't want to become Rebecca Evans! Warghhhh! My room mate, don't be scared k? Hahaha.. Rather than scaring my room mate, I feel scared for myself! Enough with those emotional melancholy! I will become mad woman if continuous like this. As for someone, what you said to me starting to make sense! OMG! This would be the scariest truth I've ever known and realized! I need to reflect myself back! This is not the truth! This year sure I have know thing that I didn't realize back then! And its really BIG THING! I just hope this is not true! I need to reflect myself back. *SLAP IN THE FACE*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1519127014479645263-2283213636254853947?l=pinkcutiest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/feeds/2283213636254853947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/04/ignore-this-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2283213636254853947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1519127014479645263/posts/default/2283213636254853947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcutiest.blogspot.com/2011/04/ignore-this-seriously.html' title='IGNORE THIS! SERIOUSLY!'/><author><name>Pink-Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459784899962186481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBNrbdnf93I/TKsOeSVBhII/AAAAAAAAANA/AibZX9K9jPI/S220/P1060240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519127014479645263.post-6182276158829611206</id><published>2011-04-25T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:42:20.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chit Chat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>My New Obsession!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Obsession towards? Korean group called Epik High! How and why I become obsessed to this Korean group? To be honest ( as far as I Think I'm being honest! ), I'd never liked Korean group this much! Maybe I like some song from Korean singer or group and it will not exceed 2 or 3songs! I easily become tired of them!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;In my opinion, this group are so awesome, I like them very much. It was fated meet when I just randomly google search Korean song, for variety of music in other language. :p Epik High was listed as top Korean group, so I listen to few of its song and all the song just amazed and make me dissolve into their music! I just love their music and songs! Okay, now I want to share about this group.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.listal.com/image/328050/600full-epik-high.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://img.listal.com/image/328050/600full-epik-high.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;-picture credit to Google-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Epik High is a hip hop group from South Korea, composed of three members - Tablo, Mithra Jin, and DJ Tukutz. All three members of Epik High can sing, write lyrics, and compose and arrange music. Their music has been known to be a "lyrical piece of literature" and "urban poetry", lyric orientated, soulful and often witty while addressing serious social issues such as identity, discrimination, community, unity and change as a whole.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/epik-high-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/epik-high-2.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;-picture credit to Google-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Epik High was relatively unknown to Koreans in the beginning of its career due to hip-hop music's lack of popularity in Korea. Their success began with the release of their second album, titled "High Society". Upon the success of their third album, "Swan Songs", released in late 2005, Epik High has become one of the most popular hip-hop figures in Korea. Their fourth album, "Remapping the Human Soul", released in early 2007 has shown a very different music style from their previous albums, with the members deciding to head towards a 'no genre, just music' style. Their fifth album entitled "Pieces, Part One" was released in April of 2008. The album was leaked over the internet, however, this did not impede the success of the album when it was released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Members profile:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kpoplive.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Tablo-Takes-Action.-Header-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.kpoplive.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Tablo-Takes-Action.-Header-01.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-picture credit to Google-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TABLO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Also known as:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daniel Armand Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birth name:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lee Sun-Woong (이선웅)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birth date:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;July 22, 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Education:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bachelor's Degree in English Literature and Master's Degree in Creative Writing (Stanford University)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Listening to music, watching movies &amp;amp; reading books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite musicians:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marvin Gaye, Nas, Loveholic, Nell &amp;amp; Kim Tae-woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Tablo was a big Hip-Hop fan ever since he could remember, listening to old Run-DMC and Cold Crush tapes and always rhyming around the way in South Korea. But there was one emcee who inspired him to take it seriously. After he heard Drunken Tiger rapping, he became part of a group called Epik High in 2000 and also claimed to be the first emcee to invent the rhyming rifle. In the fickle world of Hip-Hop, Tablo kept his name alive over the years by doing shows and various cameos with the EPMD.&lt;br /&gt;"Verbally intelligent" -Drunken Tiger-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcROJAevTbIj18iMAyqWfkwxymrk8IoAGAFICMdLGv6rBl-lFf87" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcROJAevTbIj18iMAyqWfkwxymrk8IoAGAFICMdLGv6rBl-lFf87" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-picture credit to Google-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MITHRA JIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Real name:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Choi Jin (최진)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birth date:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;January 6, 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Education:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;High school diploma (Gwangmyung High School)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Movies, music &amp;amp; computer games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite musicians:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rakim, Cunninlynguists, Kim Beom-soo &amp;amp; Hweesung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;The mighty Mithra Jin, a.k.a. Choi Jin, was originally a poet whose poems also worked as rhymes. Park emceeing and poetry readings were the first places where he met his future partner Tablo. They were introduced by a mutual friend and clicked right away because each other's style of poetic rhymes was comparable.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm capable of anything. Anything on the face of this planet, I'm capable of. And I know that. That's the dangerous thing about me, 'cause I know it. And by knowing it...I'll do it. Just to show that...yes, somebody out there got enough balls to do it" -Mithra Jin-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTawQywOcDP6xuOetMCUVxxItOiFqIoUxldjU1x6CTGQmCsXRIS3Q" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTawQywOcDP6xuOetMCUVxxItOiFqIoUxldjU1x6CTGQmCsXRIS3Q" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-picture credit to Google-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DJ TUKUTZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Real name:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kim Jeong-sik (김정식)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birth date:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;November 19, 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Education:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Unknown degree (Donga Broadcasting College)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Listening to old music, movies &amp;amp; web surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite musicians:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dilated Peoples, D-Styles, Primo &amp;amp; Triple Threat DJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;First got into DJ-ing in the summer of 1995 while spending his time at illegal raves and warehouse parties, where his passion for the scene and music began. He started playing at local raves and parties in Japan's underground Hip-Hop scene, before moving up to South Korea in 2000 to attend the Technics DJ School. After returning from the academy, he hooked up with Tablo and headed to the states. He worked and DJ-ed on radio shows, live events and clubs around the Boston and NYC area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Turntablist 4 L.I.F.E." -DJ Tukutz-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2010/01/04/1/713/7131672/epikhigh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2010/01/04/1/713/7131672/epikhigh.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-picture credit to Google-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Their song! There's a lot of it! My favorites songs are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Love Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1Minute 1Second&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Umbrella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl Rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(about to discover more!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;P/S: the purpose of writing this post is to keep me awake! I have to study! By the way, Saranghae Epik High! 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This article was written by Jonathan Small.&amp;nbsp;Jonathan Small is a freelance journalist based in Los Angeles and coauthor of the book&amp;nbsp;Best Places to Kiss in Southern California.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As far as I remember, they say guys seldom speak, and when they speak, they really meant it. Well I guess that can't be used anymore since there's a lot of guys are talkative and yes guys don't always mean the things that they said. This is said by&amp;nbsp;Scott Haltzman, M.D., a clinical assistant professor of psychiatry and human behavior at Brown University and author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;The Secrets of Happily Married Men&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This one is for girl to understand more about guy words. But I didn't say its 100% true. Up to some points, you have your own understanding about the meaning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This article was taken from:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://yahoo.match.com/magazine/article.aspx?articleid=11997"&gt;What He Really Means&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;What he says:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“We should hang out some time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;What he means:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“I don’t want to flat-out ask you on a date and risk rejection, so first I’m going to gauge your interest.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why he says it:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;“This is the safest way to go,” says Ron Karmel. “If she says ‘yeah’ and gives you her number, you know you’re in, but if she just says ‘yeah’ and does nothing — you know it’s a no-go.” And with the male ego the way it is, this is the preferred way for him to find out. Says Haltzman, “It hurts to be rejected, so asking a woman out this way gives her a chance to pull away without the guy being embarrassingly turned down.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;What he says:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&l
