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Sebab saya memang tak reti langsung nak baca hint. Saya orangnya jenis straight to the point. Don't blame me if I can't read you when we both play charrades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this thing keep on going. Mr Cepat did it to me, I did it to you, he does it to me, you do it to her and the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durh, I hate karma sebab it's repetitive. Mampos lah kalau asyik ulang-ulang. Tak larat lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be the person who grabs everything that was served in front of my eyes. But I have learned the hard way that it brings no good. I couldn't afford to risk another heart being broken while I'm not ready to open up and enjoying the lives of two. Good luck with your future girlfriend. I know she would come along soon. Maybe I'm not the right person or perhaps this wasn't the right moment. One could never tell. Better luck in the future, I hope. Someone out there deserves your kind heart and she would absolutely be happy with all the loves and affections you have to offer. Too bad I'm not the lucky one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, remember what I have told you about what these two months holidays could do? It could changes your feelings and that absolutely what had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-2832145498990819145?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/roda-dan-roller-coaster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-3039794562201105855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T02:25:21.823+08:00</atom:updated><title>PANASSS!!! *Dirty Version*</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya : &lt;i&gt;Ibu, tak dapat diselamatkan lagiiiii dahhh!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu : &lt;i&gt;Kenapa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya : &lt;i&gt;Tibbit, dia berak lagi dekat depan pintu tu. Baru je berak akak tengok tadi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu : &lt;i&gt;Dah tu? Pergi lah basuh.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya :&lt;i&gt; Eeeee... Tak kuasa akak nak pegang taik Tibbit tu panas panas nak basuh buang semua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ibu saya yang kala itu sedang menghirup teh panas terus tersedak*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu : &lt;i&gt;Wajjaq!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya : &lt;i&gt;Ops! Sorry tak sengaja. Tak perasan tadi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guide :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tibbit adalah anak Nemo yang perangai sumpah macam haram J suka berak merata and kencing merata lepas tu hyper gila nak mampos and muka nampak macam anak beruk Bukit Malawati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wajjaq tu adalah short form untuk kurang ajar versi utara mariiiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-3039794562201105855?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/panasss-dirty-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-8582567322297458483</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T05:20:56.578+08:00</atom:updated><title>Pinky (but not-so-flowery) Post For Her.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/Sz5jAgyEolI/AAAAAAAAArQ/GnuX-kXkPmk/s1600-h/Pics811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/Sz5jAgyEolI/AAAAAAAAArQ/GnuX-kXkPmk/s400/Pics811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421879861851759186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;When we first talked to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I knew we would always be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Our friendship has kept on growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And I'll be here for you to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&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:#FF6666;"&gt;You listen when I have a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And help dry the tears from my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You take away my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And put happiness in its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&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:#FF6666;"&gt;We can't forget the fun we've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Laughing 'til our faces turn blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Talking of things only we find funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;People think we're insane-If they only knew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&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:#FF6666;"&gt;I guess this is my way of saying thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;For catching me when I fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thanks once again for being such a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And being here with me through it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&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:#FF6666;"&gt;- Rachel Ellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEST-TEROUS-TEST FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;So far, she's the one that had the courage and the patience when it comes to me. You guys seriously had no idea how bad I had treated her (mampos lah kena marah dengan family dia. Mintak maaf Chaq, Chik, tak sengaja terbuli.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;But, she's always there, buat muka dia (I dah immune dah dengan muka you tu babe! HAHA!) and keep giving me support and sometimes, just be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And sometimes we're distance, not contacting each other for days and sometimes weeks, but I guess the bonding is still there, remained close as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Selama ni, you je yang kena mintak my approval kan? But I guess now I have to ask for your approval pulak sebab my mom nak sangat approve 'that matter' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(You better get the idea babe! Tapi I rasa you mesti dah lupa -.-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good luck with everything, and may the force be with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And not to forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good luck for the short term memory loss you suffer ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I love you and despite all the bitchy things I've done and said, you're always be my best-terous-test friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thank you for bearing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-8582567322297458483?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2010/01/pinky-but-not-so-flowery-post-for-her.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/Sz5jAgyEolI/AAAAAAAAArQ/GnuX-kXkPmk/s72-c/Pics811.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-3039095315143573228</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T00:40:30.770+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Longest Post Ever Produced. Bukan Salah Anda Kalau Tak Larat Baca.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jom reminisce balik for what I've done selama setahun ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I've made a few resolutions for 2009. Tapi bukan azam tahun baru yang orang buat untuk tahun baru tu. My resolutions more to berperingkat-peringkat. Depends on the situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here were the resolutions :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu awal tahun dulu, saya nak kurus. Well, actually ni semestinya lah azam saya untuk setiap tahun. Actually bukan nak kururs like kurus keping macam Kate Moss or Paris Hilton tu kan, tak nak lah tak sesuai. Saya cuma nak achieve berat &lt;b&gt;53 kg&lt;/b&gt; je. Sebab body gebu-gebu ni baru meletop. Seksi sikit. HAHAHAHA (Astaga!). Tapi rasanya masih tak berjaya. Kenapa? First, sebab saya tak buat exercise, diet pun ala kadar je. Mampos lah aku nak berlapar je kan? &lt;b&gt;HARAPAN JE LAAA!&lt;/b&gt; Kunyah tetap kunyah, telan tetap telan, melantak tetap macam orang kebulur tak hengat dunia. Second, sebab tak pernah nye nak timbang berat atas penimbang berat. Sebab? Takut nak tengok berat sendiri. Yeah I live in denial. Konon je paksa ayah beli penimbang tapi bukan nak timbang pun seram mak nak tengok berat sendiri nyah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study? Waktu awal tahun dulu langsung tak ada azam untuk study. Yeah tak tipu. Saya cuma azam nak continue degree kat UTP. Tapi tak terfikir pulak nak grad foundation dengan cemerlang ke hape kan. Plus, waktu lepas dapat result waktu awal tahun dulu, I've got a very bad feelings. Rasa tak sedap hati bout something that Im uncertain of. Yeah, I kinda have sixth sense when it comes bout me and my future. So, asyik rasa takut je. Takut sangt sampai tak nak tau apa-apa pun pasal study and buat rasa malas nak belajar. Tapi, itu dulu ... waktu awal tahun laahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila sampai ke pertengahan tahun, rasa macam tersentak pun ada. Result yang saya dapat merupakan result paling teruk dalam sejarah hidup. SUMPAH! Memang tak sangka langsung lah akan ada chapter macam ni dalam hidup saya. So, I guess my bad feelings tu memang betul lah sangat-sangat kan. But, learning from mistakes, saya mula tanamkan azam untuk bangun balik and belajar betul-betul walaupun in the end tetap jugak aku meniru assignment kann, tapi still ada jugak buat revision before class, ye lahh susah kut nak belajar Differential Equation wah tak boleh belah promo subjek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi ada jugak silly resolutions yang saya buat dulu, which is you know, nak kumpul duit beli external hard disk sebab takut komputer tiba-tiba crash ke hilang ke hape kan, last-last Alhamdulillah dapat jugak beli tapi bukan dengan duit sendiri, ibu jugak yang jadi tukang spedo kan. HAHA. Then, berangan nak beli kamera. I've thought of DSLR, tapi masalahnya benda alah tu besar sangat and tak kuasa nyah mak nak usung benda alah besar tu merata-rata takkan laahh nak ambil gambar shopping kat Giant Manjung pun mak nak ngusung DSLR yang gedabak tu kan? Tapi Alhamdullilahh, dapat jugak nyah aku beli kamera, kamera Lumix je pun tapi oke lah dari Ben Q aku yang I am very sure my girlfriends tahu tahap keharamannya kan. HAHA. Again, ibu aku jugak yang spedo. Aku tetap maintain tak keluarkan duit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, konon-konon dulu simpan niat nak kumpul duit beli iPod ke, MP3 ke, MP4 ke kan, Alhamdulillah tercapai. Kali ni bapak aku pulak yang spedo. HAHA memang dasar anak ayam. OPS! HAHA. Lepas tu ada satu resolutions rahsia, which is nak ada boyfriend. HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAH! Ini memang kelakar. Resolutions ni aku buat time pertengahan tahun sebab rasa macam tak kool je dah nak masuk twenty tapi still tak ada significant other kan. Memang poyo and pathetic. And mostly, apa yang dapat saya simpulkan disini, semuanya half way je. Memang tak berjodoh kan. And sekarang rasanya I'm not interested in any kut. Nak join kelab wanita single berjaya pulak lepas ni. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bila dah masuk degree ni, ada pulak resolutions baru, iaitu nak aktif clubs and event yang macam-macam. Sebab konon-konon nak merasa lah jadi busy and sebenarnye nak luaskan connection. Tak nak lah hidup dalam kepompong je kan. Nak jugak merasa macam mana hidup dengan senior, ada kawan-kawan multiracial. So far, it didn't went very well sebab say ni pemalu. HAHA. Seriously, agak pendiam lah jugak bila jumpa orang kan. Kenapa pun saya tak tahu maybe sebab tak adapt lagi kot. Serious lembab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, bila nak masuk hujung tahun ni, saya teringat balik tentang the feelings I had waktu pertengahan tahun waktu nak bukak sem dulu. It's about something personal. And saya rasa memang betul kut instinct saya tu for whatever it said lah kan. And it did happened. I've isolated myself, and things were going not in my way. I have discover my angry self, about the other person that lays beneath my personality, tentang anger management yang sangat loose and the hideous envy feelings that I have, and macam-macam lagi. And I could say, as it gets more towards the end of the year, I get more inbalance and I am losing more grips more than what I expected, nothing to hold on to, nothing shared and everything changed. I may not know myself and my surroundings anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I think this is what we call life. And Karma. What goes around comes around and this is the time for me to be at the lowest point as for most of the time I was on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, let's hope benda tu just a feeling je kan. So, what seriously have happened in my life eh? Let's go through specifically. Macam lah korang nak tahu sangat kan, tapi takpe, layankan aje. Mana tahu lagi lapan tahun saya kahwin dengan mana-mana anak Sultan ke kan, at least korang boleh cakap &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eh, perempuan ni!!! Aku pernah baca blog dia dulu bla bla bla bla *puji sikit* bla bla bla *kutuk sikit* bla bla bla yada yada yada"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See. Anyway, HARAPAN JE LAAAA KAN? HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;January-June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sepanjang musim ni, a lot of fun things happened. Banyakkkkk gileh benda yang jadi and benda ni semua fun things yang membawa kepada kelaghaan sampai aku malas gileh nak study and pegang buku pun rasa malas gileh nak mampos. Tapi kalau aku tak lagha, tak de lah dapat result macam taik tu kan, and kalau tak dapat result taik tu, mungkin saya tak akan pernah sedar dari mimpi hahah drama tak sudaahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;- The Instinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;I had an instinct that says something about my future. Perasaan tak sedap hati yang saya tak dapat interpret. Rupa-rupanya it's about my result untuk sem dua yang bakal musnah. HEH DRAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Outing of the Lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;The best outing everrr!!!!!! Ingat tak kita menggila dalam kereta yang dibawa oleh dua jejaka idaman Malaya? Sumpah macam bangan gila sebab apa? Ini semua pengaruh John Hafiz time tu. HAHA nak buat macam mana we adored him so much, oke, I adore him so much. But we had fun, aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Party part 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Birthday party liar untuk Jahhh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;- HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ini bukan pasal saya, tapi pasal Rosma, on this very month, dia kena kencing dengan Bubbles atas peha dia. I would remember this time forever. PRECIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Affection is on the air.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bulan ni bulan mabuk kepayang. Dengan someone from the past and someone from the present. All in all, I blame hormones untuk semua yang berkaitan dengan perasaan ni. HAHA bodoh je hidup in denial gila aku nih. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;- The Wedding of the Year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oke jatuh cinta di sini. Someone's uncle is sooo handsome muka adorable nak mampos macam Keifli AF. Auwww. And Siti Rosma, we enjoyed &lt;s&gt; your &lt;/s&gt; your brother wedding veryyyy much! Ngeh ngeh ngeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Trip.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tahun ni macam tahun melawat Kelantan je. HAHA. Oke Kelantan memang best! Marvelous! Dah lah banyak jual baju rare cantik cantik and yang paling penting, MURAH! and cuci mata sepenuhnya, YUMMYY! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;- The Dark Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Oke saya boleh conclude yang bulan ni merupakan ultimate ultimate ultimate overnite kitorang! HAHAHA! Gila kesian kan? Ultimate overnite pun pergi Lumut jeh, but HEYYY, kitorang tidur hotel oke even hotel tu lebih kepada err ... tempat JAIP tangkap basah orang. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The So-called Hiatus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Konon-konon nak tutup laptop selama berapa hari? 2O hari? HAHA memang harapan je lah kaannnn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;- Friend Request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I added my super crush in my gtalk. And have a ... let's say quite a decent conversation. HEHE. Oke tak banyak conversation pun, sikit jeh but cukup untuk buat saya angau sepanjang exam week. OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;- The Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I screwed my final exam. BIG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Home Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;My parents pergi umrah selama dua minggu and I think you pretty much get the idea about how paranoid was I when left alone in the house with my little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Love Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saya angau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;- Trip and Breaking Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeahhhh ini memang best and terbaekk wa cakap lu. Dapat getaway seminggu pergi melancong ke Utara, which is mostly dekat Kedah. Jumpa balik dengan the girlfriends, Marleya, Sheda, Lee and all-time-mentioned-girlfriend, Siti Rosma laaa kan. Memangggg BEESSSSTTTTT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;- Nieces and Nephew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sejak bila pulak aku consider Kenit ni adik beradik aku? CEHHH, HARAPAAANNN JE LAAA! Well, ini selain Kenit beranak, ini juga adalah trip pertama Siti Rosma ke rumah saya. Yeahhh!! Tepuk tepuk tepuk untuk beliaauuu! Ngee ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;July-December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini bulan-bulan yang penuh drama. Macam-macam benda jadi. And I could say, sepanjang hidup ni, ini mungkin antara phase in my life yang saya tak nak lupa. Banyak gila peristiwa manis, pahit maung, masam, masin, tawar, tangisan gembira, tangisan sedih, perkara menyayat hati, revealations, and macam-macam drama lagi lah yang berlaku. Tapi sepahit-pahit mana pun, I think somedays, I would think of it and laugh my ass of gila-gila punya. And I could say these months were the months where "expect the unexpected". This was where I did what I never thought I would. Kawan dengan the exclusives, courting my Mr. Crush, berkawan dengan Mr Who-used-to-be-crush, having chat with someone I have resented so much without any reasons and turned out that he was very lovely, funny, and fun, joining clubs, lepas tu dapat berbaik balik dengan orang yang pernah gaduh dulu, met new fun people, exploring loves and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;JULY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- The Eagle and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ini best. Macam revelation untuk saya pun ada gak. Yelah kan, multiracial kut, dengan hedonism tahap tingginya, memang STE bestt!! Lagi lagi dapat geng dengan Mimi Yana and Jah. HAHAHA. Siti Rosma and Farah and Ayam? Dorang tak geng. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Result&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;... yang macam haram. HAHA. Siapa suruh tak belajar betul-betul? Asyik main sana, main sini, makan sana, makan sini, overnite sana, overnite sini, oke tu tipu bukan overnite banyak mana pun sekali je kannn? Saja tau suka nak over over kasi tampar sekali baru tahuuu. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AUGUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Give and Take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I was giving my &lt;s&gt; heart &lt;/s&gt; kucing to my crush. Oke sumpah ini memang spontaneous. Kan saya ada add dia masa sem lepas kan, then tiba-tiba we talked and chat for hours tukar link blog and stuffs and he found my entry about my cat yang beranak tu and dia nak sekor. I was like, &lt;i&gt;"Okay,"&lt;/i&gt; and my mom pun kasi green light je and TADAAAA the cat is his. GILAA KANN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Babi Flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Funny how me and Mimi Yana sama-sama demam kat rumah saya. HAHA. Mimi demam tinggi oh. 40 degree. Nasib baik tak retarded kalau tak, tak tahu lah macam mana kan, Mimi kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Candle Lite Dinner Version 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Overrrr. Makan kat cafe UTP je. Oh oh lupa nak cerita, after I gave him the cat, dia bagi saya pinjam CD yang I just read the review beberapa hari sebelum tu. Sumpah terkejut. Apa lagi kan, terus laahhh burn CD tu and dengar. HAHA memang poser and typical girl in crush bukan in love yeh, in crush. And sebab nak pulangkan CD tu, we have a dinner together sembang-sembang and mamat ni sumpah lawak. Yeah, just lawak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- The Party Part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Birthday party Bil yang meriaaahhhh!! Best gileh and yeah, I never write about it. Nanti ada masa, I'll write about it. Banyak 'gambar-gambar menarek' untuk dikongsi bersama. Nyiahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Party Part 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Ini party kecil-kecilan. Kamila punya birthdayyy. YAYY! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SEPTEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Sahur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Korang ingat tak sahur-la-sangat dekat McD Manjung tu? Sumpah macam haram masing-masing macam tak hengat yang tu bulan puasa dengan pakai baju overdose macam baru balik meronggeng dekat kelab malam lepas tu ambik gambar macam orang tak pernah pergi McD dengan memekak hape segala semua cukup hahah anyways, itu yang best, ituuu yang kita semua enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Merayakan Hari Raya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Raya kali ini agak miserable tapi boleh tahan best. My family yang dysfunctional all the time memang funny. You don't know how much drama wajtu raya tu siap ada air mata yang mengalir okehhhhh memang dahsyaaaattttt. And and raya ni jugak I did something funny, konon nak wish birthday on the spot lah sangat last-last tertidur. Ehhh not entirely my fault okeh, saya sakit perut time tu. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Birthday Present.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ini best, saya turun bawah, I mean pergi keluar pada pukul 5 pagi jumpa dengan my Mr Super Crush waktu birthday saya sebab nak bagi my pendrive to him. Becausseeeee, he wanted to give me his favourite songs. Saya ingat lagi ayat dia, &lt;i&gt;"Anggap lah itu hadiah dari wa untuk lu"&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHA, yezza sweeettt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;OCTOBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;- The Broken Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;I cried my heart out. Cewahhhhhh gila drama siaaaallll!!! HAHA. Okay, actually it's not entirely his fault pun kan, nasib kau lah siapa suruh perasan. But anyways, apa-apa pun, berterus terang and don't keep guessing. It's not good. Baru saya tahu saya ada perasaan. And the tears prove it. And sampai sekarang saya rasa the tears is because I am angry sebab kena tipu, ke tears of jealousy? I am pretty much rejecting the latter one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Party Part 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;- My babes, the girlfriends also known as the bimbos, buat surprise birthday party yang akhirnya menjadi party yang err... senyap? Hee.. told you kan girls, I tak suka buat party untuk diri sendiri. But anyhow, I am loving the presenttttttt!!!!!!!!!! Thank you, LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;The Party Part 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;- Birthday Farah yang Baekkkk. Ini adalah birthday party favourite sebab Farah menangis!! Oh rasa macam sangat berjaya je plan hari jadi ni bila tengok farah menangis. We all love you Farah!! And oh yes, saya tak cerita pun tentang party ni dekat you alls kan? Tengok lah, ada masa nanti I cerita okehhh? Pinky promise ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Prince Charming.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Okay, bukanlah prince charming or the knight in armour kan, tapi he somehow made most of my days oke over, tapi after knowing him, memang lahh tak berhenti promo dia to everyone in the house kan, tak percaya tanya the bimbos sumpah diorang asyik dengar ayat yang sama &lt;i&gt;"Korang kena add dia, sebab dia memang fun nak mampos!!"&lt;/i&gt; Tapi bila diorang mintak ID, tak nak kasik pulak kan. HAHA. But seriously, sumpah tak pernah jumpa orang that I am very comfortable with I mean for the opposite sex lah, and don't have the urge to impress just everything flow very well. Sumpah he was very funnnnnnnn despite muka yang macam gangster, dengan kesengalan tahap dasat dia tuuu. Dia memang funnn, funnn, funnn! But seriously, waktu ni no feelings grown, just rasa he was super fuuunnnn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Graduation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Grad foundationnn!!!!!! Alhamdulillah, AKHIRNYAA KAN? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NOVEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Candle Lite Dinner Version 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oke, over sekali lagi. Makan dekat cafe UTP je pun. Tapi best oke. Kesian jugak lah dekat dia nak tengok bola tak boleh kan sebab kena paksa makan dengan aku kan. Thanks to Siti Rosma yang set up kan benda alah ni. HAHAHA. And thanks to Elya for the courage. Rasa macam bangang je, tapi what the hell. I had nothing to lose, instead I am having a very great time and I enjoyed myself very much and it was superbly fuunnnnnn!!!!. Makan dengan siapa? Dengan the prince charming laaa. HAHAHA. And tell you what, I can't stop myself from talking about it for days sampai kena restrain diri sendiri supaya tak nampak macam melampau and annoying overexcited bitch sebab asyik cerita benda yang sama all over again, kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;- Drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Drama tu tak tertonjol pun. Tak tertonjol? What the hell? And the thing with prince charming, let's say things didn't quite went our way. It came to a halt. Completely. Perhaps it won't be the same at all pun or it won't get restarted pun. But anyhow, things happened and I could say, I was indeed VERY happy and the memory shall remains. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;- Study Study Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Most of the time of exam week muka saya ada kat IRC. Berkepit dengan budak Elya tu. HAHA. We had fun, aite? Tapi study tu, study jugakkk HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The Ugly Truth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A lot of things going on, the secrets unfold, and it is very surprising to know that much about people. Sampai kadang-kadang you yourself would wonder about everyhing you saw. Is it good as it is, or is there anything hideous that lies beneath? I would say, you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;- The Courtingship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;My babes told me it's courting. And some say &lt;i&gt;"He's hitting you very hard"&lt;/i&gt;. Well, let's not talk about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Gaya Hidup Sihat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I concluded it as POYO NAK MAMPOS! TAK BUAT PUNNN. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DECEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- The girlfriends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saya dapat peluang bersama-sama dengan my long lost loves, the girlfriends. And sangat amazing bila our bonding masih sama and tak berubah lansung. The inside jokes masih laku, boleh cerita tentang macam-macam perkara, gossips tentang things that happened in our surrounding. Bergelak ketawa about the same lame jokes all over again, it's amazing. And cuti di tahun 2009 adalah cuti yang paling best pernah saya ada. I cherish my friendship sangat-sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;- The family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saya sangat gembira bila kami masih boleh duduk di meja makan waktu dinner and lunch and buat inside jokes and gelak-gelak macam tak ada masalah dunia even most of the time Perang Dunia banyak terjadi. Well, sebab tu lah kita panggil FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I found out how lonely I am. HAHA. Not in a bad way though. Dulu I supposed orang yang lonely adalah orang yang paling banyak tengok movies because they dont have much things to do so the best thing they could do is watch a lot of movies and adoring the characters and the stroyline and wishing that they were the same. And I guess, saya macam tu lah kut. Banyak gileh tengok movie, sampai kadang-kadang rasa nak muntah tengok laptop ni lama-lama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 really did teach me a lot. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-3039095315143573228?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/longest-post-ever-produced-bukan-salah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-3171896152572973279</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T21:43:17.381+08:00</atom:updated><title>My Wedding Crasher.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really like the idea of karaoke di majlis perkahwinan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kasihan pada pengantin dan keluarga, mereka juga berhak menikmati muzik dan nyanyian yang mantap walaupun ia keluar dari cakera padat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan samakan majlis perkahwinan dengan acara karaoke jamban mahupun karaoke di KBox or RedBox or apa-apa box pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telinga tetamu perlu dipelihara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-3171896152572973279?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-wedding-crasher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-136459948632301208</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T05:24:30.712+08:00</atom:updated><title>Something to hold on to,</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HbQFb9GR5E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HbQFb9GR5E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having a writer's block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm losing grip and writing don't entertain me that much anymore. So, I want to have some rest and go finding some peace. And at the meantime, I would absolutely still go on with my stalking and reading your blog. And might drop some comments too, which the thing that I've done the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, enjoy your holidays people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, on the other notes, I feel very depressed thinking that my long-lost-potential-boyfriend that I have always dream and longing to (okay DRAMA!) might somewhat have deceased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, deceased. Dah mati, Yilek. Long gone. Meninggal dunia. Innalillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hope it's only illusions. You know what, there's no record of him at all. How did I know? Kata stalker. But seriously, no nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so depressed. Where the hell are you? I hope we might run into each other and have a decent conversations and you know, have a coffee or something because I miss your jokes so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I have is his dad phone number. And NO, I won't contact his dad asking about his son that could possibly been dead for years. Perhaps, he's dead. That's my thought only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so depressed thinking that he died before we even met and sees what we've become after those years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he's not dead yet. I hope he still alive and breathing and enjoying his time with his family and his love ones. And maybe I couldn't get track of him because somehow his details are not included on the net. And maybe he's not interested in facebook and myspace or even bother to have a friendster account not to forget writing a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us pray for his well-being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my God, I'm so depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-136459948632301208?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-to-hold-on-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-4066334560900623924</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T15:46:33.252+08:00</atom:updated><title>you may as well take the sun away.</title><description>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrj3YPTCbtA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrj3YPTCbtA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mood jiwang sedang rancak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;miu miu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-4066334560900623924?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-may-as-well-take-sun-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-1126932113495493008</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T15:48:27.119+08:00</atom:updated><title>I guess I have too much caffein that I was high when I wrote this.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you what, this idea was just popped into my mind when I was busy (AHAHA!) &lt;s&gt;stalking&lt;/s&gt; reading a blog of oh-you-don't-have-to-know-who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and I have this brilliant idea of making or should I say writing my own script for a movie. Or a drama, or maybe a thirteen episodes of drama series for TV3 to be aired in oh-I-forgot-what-it's-called slot. Yeah, the one that aired Tirana something something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I should just write the whole idea so that someone or any writers that was out of muse and don't have any idea what to write could steal my idea if he stumbled upon my blog by any chance. Yeah I'm giving away my intellectual properties or generally known as my idea to the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay cut the crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hello script writers and movie producers and directors or crews or whoever you are. I've always longed a romantic comedy tales produced by local production. You know, something sweet like The Proposal, Maid in Manhattan, you know that kinda thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jangan lah asyik cerita leleh leleh kisah perempuan bunuh sesama sendiri sebab berebut boyfriend.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Ain't cool yo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooooooo, you know the policy Petronas has applied to their scholars? YEAHHH that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAK BOLEH BERKAHWIN SESAMA SENDIRI SEKIRANYA ANDA BEKERJA/BERNAUNG or have related to Petronas stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuba buat epic love story about two lovers who accidentally fall in love but are bound with the agreement and need to do something about that. That they have to fight for their love (ahahaha!) and they are planning to hide about the marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the ending ermmm... let's make it like uh.. modern version of Romeo and Juliet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already imagined who's gonna be acting in this very film of mine, I want the main actress acted by Nasha Aziz and and and the lead actor is by Rashidi Ishak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, the director is Khabir Bhatia. It's a must! Baru film ni menarik. YEAHHH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh oh I can't wait for someone to stumble upon this idea and make a movie about this. Please please please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know it won't happen anyway. But if it is, well it's a good thing you know!! HAHA. And oh well, macam la aku sorang je ada idea ni kan? But what the hell go make movies people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh in case this post is sensitive by any means, please jangan saman! I am broke. Sumpah saya miskin. And please don't hold my scholars. I love you Petronas. Don't worry I won't break the agreement. I would find a lawyer or a doctor, or a musician, or a politician. No, no, no engineer, or IT programmer (Oke, ni tak boleh janji muahaha!). Pinky promise? And this is absolutely my opinion. (Sumpah defensive gila haha yeah I'm a pussy baru tau ke? defensive lagi -.-") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-1126932113495493008?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-i-have-too-much-caffein-that-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-7848654023004526728</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T11:10:36.046+08:00</atom:updated><title>Salam Maal Hijrah</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga Tahun Baru Hijrah membuka kalendar baru untuk kita semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jadi lebih baik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senyum lebih selalu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amal pun biar lebih banyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga kita sama-sama jadi Muslim yang mukmin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jadi mukmin contoh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;InsyAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, tahniah Malaysia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satu-kosong kita benam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gol sendiri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abaikan, at least the goal is directed by Syafiq Rahim, kalau dia tak tendang ke arah pintu gol, maka tak akan terarah lah bola tu ke gol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kalau tak terarah, maka tak gol la kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, congratulations! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, belajar jadi optimist. It's sometimes very annoying tapi lagi irritating jadi pessimist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-7848654023004526728?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/salam-maal-hijrah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-982529152224509335</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T17:30:42.902+08:00</atom:updated><title>My adorable, intelligent baby Griffin. My sweetheart Stewie :)</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Yf9qeOymfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Yf9qeOymfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Henry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Okay, uh, before we can, uh... work effectively with one another, I think we should be comfortable. So, ten minutes, okay? Then - then work. Okay? Go. Okay, I'll start. Uh, I hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; my mother. I hate my goddamn dead father more. Rudy was the only friend I ever had. I had a girlfriend once who I used to like to masturbate to more than have sex with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Carrots and snakes frighten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Umm... I'm superstitious about the numbers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="fine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;holds up three fingers, then six fingers, then seven fingers, crosses himself, blows into his fist, and makes a motion as if to throw the breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I can only stir things counterclockwise, and I know that if I don't, something bad will happen. I take size eleven-and-a-half shoe. I don't have a favourite book. Umm... Oh... What's crucial? Oh, I don't drive or ride in cars. Statistically speaking, you have a 100% chance of being in an accident in your lifetime. They're death boxes. I give to Amnesty International on the off chance I'm ever imprisoned and tortured for my political beliefs. Paradoxically, I have no political beliefs. Umm... life is pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Black kids are cuter than white ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. What's important? Uh... I didn't mean it when I compared you to our waitress. I was only trying to hurt you. I could've been meaner about your looks, and what I would've said would have made you cry. Umm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I have a towel I can't throw out 'cause it may have feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; When I ejaculate, I go into deep depressions. Though by any standard you're a nice person, I deeply resent having to work with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love Japanese monster movies. Gamera, specifically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/" style="text-decoration: none;color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Gamera movies? &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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;&amp;hearts;&gt;&lt;/&amp;hearts;&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;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 17px;"&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: A week ago, I didn't give a rat's ass about nebulas and now I can't get enough of them. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Nebulae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: It's nebulae... not nebulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Ok, fine. I don't care about nebulas. &lt;b&gt;You know accuse me of whatever you want, I'm probably guilty of it... contributing to global warming, and killing a squirrel once, and using the word retarded, and occasionally misinterpreted bigotry, but don't, don't... don't don't don't don't don't accuse me of not liking you. Ok?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I understand. &lt;/span&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;&amp;hearts;&gt;&lt;/&amp;hearts;&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;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 17px;"&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I've spent my whole life wanting something and doing my very best not to find it. Never even going near the places it might be, and &lt;b&gt;suddenly I got the god damn thing practically chained around my neck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001082/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;b&gt;You, you're the god damned thing&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's not to love about this guy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He absolute-fucking-ly beats Jaha from Budak Kelantan and Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory and and and he beats Willy Wonka from the Charlie and Chocolate Factory tooo!! He's my new current favourite character yoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forget about Noah from the Notebook and Edward Cullen the beautiful-jambu-vampire (sorry fans out there! I dont watch Twilight just so you know HAHA!), let's meet Henry Roth my current obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is absolutely sensational!!!! Who would have thought the guys with all that stupid motherfuckingly mulut jahat and cynical and skeptical would be sooooo adorable and loveable and yummy-able just like Henry Roth did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just watch how he drove the car and all that stress-released-acts he did. Oh my God Henry Roth is superbly unique! And and and I couldn't stand the way he arranged things around him. MAJOR ADORABLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I regretted that I didn't know him earlier. Way back when this film was produced in 2007. Who cares by the way? And now I've meet him I'm soooo gonna love him awwhh! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohhhhh!!! I love Henry Roth!!! I am absolutely in love with Henry Roth. Oh by that, I mean the character. Siapa tak pernah tengok cerita ni lagi sila pergi tengok oke. And together we fall in love with Henry Roth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awwwwwww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-982529152224509335?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-adorable-intelligent-baby-griffin-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-6371914232835299997</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T10:01:54.389+08:00</atom:updated><title>Awwwwwwww! and that's the way they roll</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I knew there were no guarantees. No way of knowing what came next for me, or him, or anybody. &lt;b&gt;Some things don't last forever. But some things do&lt;/b&gt;. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering in close, hoping that you still recognize the person you see there. Dexter was a whole country away from me now. But I had a good feeling he would get to me, one way or another. And if not, &lt;b&gt;I'd already prove I could meet him halfway.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- This Lullaby, Sarah Dessen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, I could be &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; corny cheesy and whatnots, &lt;i&gt;too&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;Ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-6371914232835299997?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/awwwwwwww-and-thats-way-they-roll.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-2826381422716806571</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T02:53:32.304+08:00</atom:updated><title>HAPPY :)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlCH4Q9bI/AAAAAAAAArI/ows0Ys8Yjpc/s1600-h/P1000621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlCH4Q9bI/AAAAAAAAArI/ows0Ys8Yjpc/s400/P1000621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414423001667007922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlBZ4wdCI/AAAAAAAAArA/7D-WTPUkiLs/s1600-h/P1000584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlBZ4wdCI/AAAAAAAAArA/7D-WTPUkiLs/s400/P1000584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414422989321040930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlA3uE_WI/AAAAAAAAAq4/hXNwu5TSSP8/s1600-h/P1000578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlA3uE_WI/AAAAAAAAAq4/hXNwu5TSSP8/s400/P1000578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414422980149443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlAtyMnHI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SPjY_pvES80/s1600-h/P1000583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlAtyMnHI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SPjY_pvES80/s400/P1000583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414422977482366066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlAMAH-jI/AAAAAAAAAqo/_qRdz7K8MW8/s1600-h/P1000582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlAMAH-jI/AAAAAAAAAqo/_qRdz7K8MW8/s400/P1000582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414422968413977138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgoJU5rlI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_Vbbs6BP3_4/s1600-h/P1000609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgoJU5rlI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_Vbbs6BP3_4/s400/P1000609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414418157332442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgntwKEaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/iLWrOp4LKb0/s1600-h/P1000589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgntwKEaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/iLWrOp4LKb0/s400/P1000589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414418149930570146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgnaM0JmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Xl7DUgbvCPM/s1600-h/P1000574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgnaM0JmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Xl7DUgbvCPM/s400/P1000574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414418144682059362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgmz5VVfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/HKjLlbgqgDM/s1600-h/P1000563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPgmz5VVfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/HKjLlbgqgDM/s400/P1000563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414418134399800818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all the kesesatan, and kebisingan sewaktu menonton Santau, we're indeed having lots of fun, aite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so far Yatie menang bawak kereta paling dahsyat. Sampi ercabut nombor plat kereta kau bawak kan, lepas tu nampak kereta polis terus gelabah. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banyak lah pulak pak polisi nak ronda time tu kan, nasib baik tak kena tahan. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-2826381422716806571?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPlCH4Q9bI/AAAAAAAAArI/ows0Ys8Yjpc/s72-c/P1000621.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-3192827193130265924</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T01:10:50.578+08:00</atom:updated><title>December babes!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPMXiFP7BI/AAAAAAAAAqA/EeSbo5dHMZA/s1600-h/Pics194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPMXiFP7BI/AAAAAAAAAqA/EeSbo5dHMZA/s400/Pics194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395881687346194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cik Tiqa my ayam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPMW-C0XpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jHDPft8uo3k/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPMW-C0XpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jHDPft8uo3k/s400/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414395872013475474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee!! Yeahh one of my besties kat Beseri and always been eventhough we didn't contact that much. Ngehngehngeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you guys lotssss! Sorry for the late post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mwah mwah. God bless yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-3192827193130265924?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-babes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SyPMXiFP7BI/AAAAAAAAAqA/EeSbo5dHMZA/s72-c/Pics194.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-5507886690935200290</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 10:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T19:15:22.800+08:00</atom:updated><title>HOTNESS I MUST SAY!!!</title><description>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amIHAxWx0tI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amIHAxWx0tI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horny gila bila tengok video nih. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those men with tattoos are fucking &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nampaknya list untuk ciri-ciri lelaki sexy kena ditambah ni. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuba usha yang pakai spek hitam tuu and yang muka macam Chinese yang rambut straight tu. Moots pun nampak handsome. All of the drummers pulak fucking SEXY! HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semuanya sexy sexy and hot hot belaka. &lt;i&gt;Awwwwwwww  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, I love this version of Marabahaya compared to the original ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-5507886690935200290?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hotness-i-must-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-7631796967910043308</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T01:19:43.410+08:00</atom:updated><title>Bila pulak Malaysia nak produce "Kuala Lumpur, Aku Cinta Padamu" ?</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJYd7lelmqs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJYd7lelmqs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how their legs synchronizes when they walked together at the end of the clip. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahhhh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6wjPi6VzI4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6wjPi6VzI4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very touching. Indeed. He did things that he does when he falls in love with his wife and yet he is falling in love with his wife all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcvB6kgK7RA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcvB6kgK7RA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried watching this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r79Wmb2f96s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r79Wmb2f96s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most romantic and cute way of saying &lt;i&gt;"Surprise"&lt;/i&gt; I've ever heard of in my life. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahhhh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPdODVr26zA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPdODVr26zA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lullaby, &lt;i&gt;"Ahhh...!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I wanted to write about all those stories in this film, but I just selected some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all my favourite and now I fell in love with this lullaby, sang by the actress herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing it in my music player even somehow I find it creepy but I like it. No more &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6q0NdYtQBg0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sugar Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvyMG0z0FZY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quelqu'un M'a Dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it is now Que Linda Manito. HEHE. &lt;i&gt;(I seriously sound like a poseur now. ULTIMATELY! ngehngehngeh)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it people, if you haven't. (I might be the lame ass who promote this film since it was produced in 2006 but who cares.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; JUST WATCH IT AGAIINNN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bil for the films. BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-7631796967910043308?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/bila-pulak-malaysia-nak-produce-kuala.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-7921120340691891271</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T10:15:00.764+08:00</atom:updated><title>Hackers and Hippies, MAJORR!!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could a computer genius who happened to hacked supercomputers and banks and million other stuffs couldn't think of getting a hair cut just to change his image so that public or even the police and FBIs would have a problem to recognize him and that could help save him and yeah he could make living and live freely for a while, don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched Hackers 2 : Operation Trackdown and all I could think why the hell Kevin Mitnick did not straighten his hair or make it afro or at least do some undercover whenever he went out for shopping or phishing information?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyhow, yeah hackers are cool. Before this I thought they were just geeks who you know, wearing all those thick glasses and acting like a weirdo and do that stalking shits but the movie really make hackers look super duper cool mannnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Cereal in Hackers 1. HAHA yo that hippies! Hippies always are cool! HAHA! And and the Icebreaker in Hackers 2 is just awesome with his piercing and the eyeliner yeehhaaaa! sek-say I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeahhh, watching three Hackers' movies marathon really make me can't wait to learn programming next semester. HELL YEAAHHHH! Programming, let me get you bebehhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh tell you what, Hackers 3 was quite a disappointment. Less codes were used and there's no rush like who's getting there first with the codes and all the images of viruses and worms you know. It's more like kids action movie but all in all the twist at the end really surprised me like hey, who's in the world we could really believe and have our faith in, right???? There Hackers 3 got me thinking. Kudos to Hackers 3 yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, Hackers 1 and Hackers 2 still rocks my socks! YEAHHHHHHHH all hail to 90's movies yo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, today I slept at 5. Thanks to Hackers. But no biggie, it is all worth it I tell ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-7921120340691891271?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hackers-and-hippies-majorr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-637238135224815874</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T10:48:12.821+08:00</atom:updated><title>What? A CAR? You can kiss my ass!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys really shouldn't have send me to get my driving license if you guys ain't gonna let me drive a car, let it be mine or yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That RM800 should have been used for my shopping allowance rather than my non-functioning driving license. Shit I should have my REAL DRIVING LICENSE this May. But no, I forgot how to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to drive? OHHHH we should pressed the clutch before hitting the gas, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;URGH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure I remember how to drive. I'm just being sarcastic. GAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I'M SOOOO PISSED OFF I COULD KILL A BABY RIGHT NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEMMIT. HUAA! ;'O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-637238135224815874?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-car-you-can-kiss-my-ass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-5301360290061321844</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T12:06:36.039+08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm writing this and all I heard is "DROGBA!!!!" as my brother was watching Chelsea TV : Drogba's 100 goals. Believe me it is PLAIN ANNOYING.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Make a montage of the pengulas sukan screaming "DROGBAA!!!!" as he's scoring goal at each match and you just successfully make me cramp my stomach for laughing. It is FUNNY yet ANNOYINGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's not Drogba that I wanna write here. I only know him when Farah told me about him during our gossip session, yes, that Drogba, the Chelsea player. Yes, my friend and I did gossips on football player too you guys. And no, I am not a big fan of football macth but I am LIVERPOOL supporter! Juat so you know. -.-" &lt;i&gt;(But I know nothing about the players and all I just support them blindly since my favourite &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; player, Diouf played there before and I just like them. NGEHEHE)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to the topic, you know I always have a 'thing' with these three &lt;i&gt;urm...&lt;/i&gt; shall I say, things? They are ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Drummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it be a man or a girl, I would totally drool over them. Drummer for me is the sexiest member in a band. Sure you know especially bila diorang main bersungguh-sungguh gila like macam nak headbang tapi tak headbang sampai berpeluh-peluh and yeahhhhh sangat sexxyyyyyyy!!!!!!! Kalau tengok overseas band buat performance, the drummer usually went topless. NGEHNGEHNGEH so much to see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yeahh I would love to learn on how to play drum yo. Anybody willing to give me free drum lesson sampai pandai? :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Nicotine lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I like the guy with the dark lips due to their heavy smoking habits. Seriously it is indeed VERY SEXY. But it depends. Not all guys with that lips are sexy. Certain just look as disgusting and somehow looking pervert (for my eyes) but some are just sexy. Yeah, sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Tall and dark.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I prefer chocolate over vanilla. If you get what I mean. Tall, dark, and handsome, that was what all girls are drooling for, I am not an exception. But, handsome, it is only for my eyes. I have a hella different definition of handsome that I shall explain later. And they should not only tall and dark but also have the figure of you know wide, tak kurus kering tapi tak gemuk jugak. HAHA totally my cup of tea!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I have build a new interest that shall been added to my aforementioned &lt;i&gt;ehemm&lt;/i&gt; fetish list. HEHE. It is &lt;b&gt;THE BONE STRUCTURE!&lt;/b&gt; Yeahh baby! the bone structure, the jawline, the cheekbone, all that make me drool and drool and drool babyyyy! OH! See those picture!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxSJS03r_nI/AAAAAAAAApw/LoPD7q_rOuc/s1600/Gustaf%2BNorn%2B14134353641956eab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxSJS03r_nI/AAAAAAAAApw/LoPD7q_rOuc/s400/Gustaf%2BNorn%2B14134353641956eab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410100008901672562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Gustaf Noren, the vocalist and the guitarist for Mando Diao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxSJShwlrzI/AAAAAAAAApo/xoKRc_coTCY/s1600/event_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxSJShwlrzI/AAAAAAAAApo/xoKRc_coTCY/s400/event_1312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410100003771625266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Bjorn Dixgard, the vocalist and the guitarist of Mando Diao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See that bone he had, see that bone he had, see that bone he had OHMYGOD AMAZINGGGGG!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The jawline is ... AWESOME and sooo MANLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxSIfEUxYbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3nta7AOC9Bw/s1600/brandon-lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxSIfEUxYbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3nta7AOC9Bw/s400/brandon-lee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099119696994738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brandon Lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upon watching Rapid Fire, I saw this man and yeah all I see his bone structure, the jawline he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, he's dead. But anyhow, his bone could still make me drool non stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I guess too much &lt;b&gt;ANTM&lt;/b&gt; has somehow alarmed me about the sexiness the jawline and bone structure have to offer. YEAHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And my plan for healthy lifestyle, I see sunshine! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;p/s : I guess I should went anonymous after this. Somehow my blog has turn blue a little bit and it's kinda descending don't you think? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-5301360290061321844?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-writing-this-and-all-i-heard-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxSJS03r_nI/AAAAAAAAApw/LoPD7q_rOuc/s72-c/Gustaf%2BNorn%2B14134353641956eab.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-5049486764956563037</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T04:17:28.046+08:00</atom:updated><title>Akhirnya saya mendapat seru untuk menjalani GAYA HIDUP SIHAT (wth?)</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now I seriously means VERY SERIOUS, need to do something bout my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;UNHEALTHY&lt;/span&gt; lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, this is all due to the fact that I have not been doing my number two for quite a very loooonnnngggggg time. Like, HELLOO? I've been home for a week now and I only have done my number two for &lt;b&gt;two times&lt;/b&gt;? No shit but yes I seriously have problem and damn son I need treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to treat myself. This problem has to end. I need to do my number two daily like I used to back in UTP cause you know all those fats and stuffs inside my body wouldn't come out and thus it is all makes me look like I'm gonna blow myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I KID YOU NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I have bought these seven gorgeous pairs of shirts and if I wanna look good in them, I have at least lost three kilos. Yeah you read me, at least &lt;b&gt;THREE FRIGGING KILOS &lt;/b&gt;yaw!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, seven pairs because you know I cant resist the temptation so I bought variety colours of them. Eh WAIT! We're not discussing about my shopping habits, we're discussing about my bowel movement problem and about my weight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Lord, seriously I've gain soo much weight for the sake of living in this heavenly home for just about a week. Imagine for the next two months? DAMN SON I'm gonna be as fat as the old me. &lt;b&gt;NOOO WAAAYYYYY&lt;/b&gt; I'm gonna let it happen!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus my face. Yeah, my skin and my face. They really look unhealthy and you know that's not good. I am hardly twenty and already have those problems? With all the shitty acnes and whatnots I seriously need my beauty eight hours sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the eight hours sleep of course cause I'm in my house durh who doesn't get enough sleep in their own house yo dude? But the problem is I've got &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TOO MUCH SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I woke up at almost 3 pm everybody. Yeah baby roll your eyes and gasp as you want and say, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ohmygod you bitch! What kind of anak dara sleep until 3 pm in the noon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, I'm used to that kind of reaction. No worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all guys and potential future in laws, I'm not a lazy bear yo. I did my routine and stuffs it just I'm not a morning person that's why I sleep at early morning and wake up at noon. So, it's acceptable riiigggghhhhttttt????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I am absolutely available to do that. No one would scold me even my parents. They're not at home yo. They're home only during weekends and during weekends, I automatically be a morning person. So, don't blame my parents for my habits, it's in me yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I've listed things to do for my lifetsyle &lt;i&gt;ehemmm&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;healthy&lt;/b&gt; lifestyle ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Sleep early. If there's no good show on TV, I shall sleep early. The latest I should sleep is at 2 AM in the morning and the earliest, well it depends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;So no facebooking till late night, no more gossips sharing session at 3 am in gtalk and ym and no more blogwalking and downloading songs and stalking. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. And sleep early means I have to wake up early. So, I might wake up at 6 am and do my morning prayer and get my lazy ass to sleep back and wake up at 8 am. And do any activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sure as hell that I'm so gonna get bored to death since in the morning there are not many entertaining TV shows. Oh yes, I could do house chores. Yeah baby, my house gonna be as clean as hell! Yeahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I should now begin doing exercise. You know, skipping and &lt;s&gt;yoga&lt;/s&gt; (HAHA!) simple exercise. And yeah, I think I need to buy those weight at Jusco you know the weight as in we use in weight-lifting thingy but not as big as that just the small size is enough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know, my arm is soo big as it is as big as a four year old thigh! I KID YOU NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. I should learn how to cook. Yeah, I should google more recipe after this. YEAAHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, this no 4 is not a healthy lifestyle though but it helps me for being an ideal anak dara. MUAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Dieting. I have to diet as in fasting and have some self-control in taking foods. I should imagine and calculating the calorie intake like I used to do before. Yeah baby, I do the math before taking my food. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lately I always feel hungry and the food intake is like, waayyyy melampau!! Makan macam tak hengat dunia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So people, please wish me good luck and all the best for myself so that my plan of having a healthy lifestyle would happen, &lt;b&gt;IN REALITY&lt;/b&gt; not in dreams ONLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all your support. I love you guys lots. Hugs and kisses to you guys. XOXO babes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-5049486764956563037?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/akhirnya-saya-mendapat-seru-untuk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-5230798765120766346</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T02:27:35.621+08:00</atom:updated><title>It's purple because she loves purple.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxFmhVb_a5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/28gXLs0Pr50/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxFmhVb_a5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/28gXLs0Pr50/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409217350324939666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sheda, next year kita dah dua puluh tahun."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Tak. Hang sorang ja, aku sembilan belas lagi. KIKIKIKI"&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Fine babe, fine! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&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:#6600CC;"&gt;I love you lots Sheda. And congratulation for your great results! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Sorry I cant be there to celebrate. Tunggulah aku ada kereta aku pergi Baling angkut hang jalan-jalan. (Durh as if :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&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:#6600CC;"&gt;Anyways, have a blast holidays and a blast BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;and God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&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:#6600CC;"&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:#6600CC;"&gt;Muah muah muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&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:#6600CC;"&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:#6600CC;"&gt;Sorry for the late post. I've been busy doing nothing you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Oh, and one more I am sure as hell that you wanna yell and scream at me for the picture, but seriously this is the picture I love the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;It has the facebook-ish look you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&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:#6600CC;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-5230798765120766346?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-purple-because-she-loves-purple.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SxFmhVb_a5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/28gXLs0Pr50/s72-c/IMG_1026.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-7438979719202003790</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T02:38:25.451+08:00</atom:updated><title>Saya sebagai manusia yang paranoid.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwwaP1dacRI/AAAAAAAAAok/qdBa528zGMc/s1600/paranoid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwwaP1dacRI/AAAAAAAAAok/qdBa528zGMc/s400/paranoid.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407726111915929874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulu parents saya kena pergi umrah selama dua minggu and to be exact actually this happened waktu cuti semester my foundation second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sementara my parents pergi umrah di Mekah menunaikan ibadat kepada yang Maha Esa, saya dan adik ditinggalkan di rumah berdua-duaan. Berani kan kitorang? Yeaahhhh TERBAEKKK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, apa yang saya nak cerita kat sini is not me and my brother being brave staying at home alone. NO! It's about me, being paranoid me. &lt;b&gt;YES I AM PARANOID&lt;/b&gt;. Take note so that you would know how to kill me. I tell you I'm so paranoid that I could die due to paranoia.&lt;b&gt; SERIOUSLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, since me, being a girl or should I say young lady? HAHA. Right, young sexy lady at home sangat menakutkan. Especially bila waktu malam sebab my mom always told me yang my housing area is full with &lt;s&gt;bastards&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;BURGLARS.&lt;/b&gt; Scary much eh? Memang sumpah menakutkan bila tiap-tiap malam tidur fikir sama ada malam tu akan ada perompak masuk rumah nak mencuri ke apa ke. Takut kan? Takut kan? Damn I could pee in my pants bila teringat kalau ada perompak bastards yang masuk rumah nak merompak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as usual, me being a paranoia, I have came up with a plan on how to selamatkan diri if those bastards datang nak merompak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I'm more afraid of &lt;b&gt;BEING RAPE&lt;/b&gt;. Sebab apa kau ingat perompak-perompak tu datang nak merompak je ke? Kalau dia nampak aku yang time tu sangat vulnerable and helpless plus the only guy in the house is my bro yang kurus dan muka macam budak kecik for sure I wont be that safe yo. Oh bro, no I'm not looking down on you I know you are brave as hell tapi aku tetap takut dengan perompak yang boleh berubah bila-bila masa sahaja menjadi perogol yang gila seks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to the story of my plans. Thank you to my parents sebab sediakan satu peti televisyen yang besar gabak bersaiz dua puluh sembilan inci and mind you this is not plasma TV but it is the television that has been produced in 1996 so boleh tak you all semua imagine how big that TV is? And that TV was in my room and still is and it could function macam TV biasa masih cantek and bertenaga YEAAAHHH! Memang kualiti terbaekk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this TV setiap malam saya akan tolak dia sekali dengan meja dan apa jadah yang ada kat atas tv or bawah meja ke belakang pintu to prevent people from outside my door room from entering my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, &lt;b&gt;EVERY FREAKING FOURTEEN DAYS &lt;/b&gt;I pushed that super heavy TV to the back of my door. &lt;b&gt;EVERY FREAKING FOURTEEN DAYS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tell you what? I suffer form back-ache since then. Yeah I blame that activity of pushing that bloody hell TV that seriously could save my life from being raped for my back-ache. But that's okay, anything for my life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that alone is not enough. I'll always make sure that every night, mind you again, &lt;b&gt;EVERY NIGHT&lt;/b&gt; before I went to sleep I would bring along my kitchen knife. To be exact, &lt;b&gt;THE SHARPEST KITCHEN KNIFE MY HOUSE HAS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah baby, yeahhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, you ask? Sebab saya always imagine that if that perompak is super kuat and he could always sense the presence of young hot sexy lady in the house and sure waktu tu dia akan super horny and jadi super kuat that he could just tolak my big ass TV and enter my room and seeing me helpless tak tahu nak buat apa and before I could scream for help maybe they already ...... Ah I dont want you to imagine anything porn about me yo pervs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that knife would be very much help indeed. I could stab them in their boncet belly or kelar leher dorang so they would end their life macam lembu atau ayam yang kena sembelih and mati menggelupur in front of my eyes with blood spread all over my room. MUAHHHAHHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be more drama and tragic, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could just cut off his penis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;/ dick/ member/ or whatever names you want to call that fugly meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biar kau mati and kalau hidup pun biar tak ada zuriat so tak ada lah anak perangai haram macam kau dilahirkan di dunia ni yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that was me being all paranoid. And I think what I have done was also reasonable sebab HEY siapa yang tak takut kena tinggal DUA MINGGU dengan parents and all helpless and vulnerable sebab tak ada sesiapa yang dewasa as in lelaki dewasa yang boleh berlawan dengan perompak and perogol in case dorang break in kan? KAAANNN??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hell yeah, saya tak tulis dalam blog pun about me being left alone kat rumah for two weeks waktu tu sebab saya risau if perompak zaman sekarang dah jadi bijak pandai and celik IT so they would trace my IP adress and dapatkan my address and go like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"Dude, aku jumpa satu rumah yang ada anak dara and mak bapak dia tak de yo sebab pergi umrah and dia tinggal dengan adik dia je yo. Adik dia pulak baru tujuh belas yo so senang yo kita boleh rompak and kenduri dia yo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE OHMYGOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scaryyyy muchhhhhhhhhhhh bebeh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Alhamdulillah Thank God I am still alive and yeah no burglars. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to tell you something, I somehow and sometimes still sleep with a knife beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paranoia leads to being a psycho I guess. Durh. Still, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SAFETY FIRST DUDEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Random Updates : I am now addicted to this&lt;a href="http://daysofturmoil.blogspot.com"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; yeah thanks to&lt;a href="http://elyaloco.blogspot.com"&gt; Elya&lt;/a&gt; for introducing this blog to me. I couldn't stop reading it since. And I am down to her first post. I've got another 113 entries to read and yeah I think if she held a test I SERIOUSLY could score 100 points full mark bebeh! Haha I love this blog - it has helped me add up my swear words dictionary HAHA! But,  IT IS HELLA FUN! You guys should try reading it too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And durh, I guess lack of activities make me go all productive to post an entry a day. HAHA! Thanks to two months holidaysss babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-7438979719202003790?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/saya-sebagai-manusia-yang-paranoid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwwaP1dacRI/AAAAAAAAAok/qdBa528zGMc/s72-c/paranoid.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-566684869155237223</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T23:59:05.079+08:00</atom:updated><title>To the Friend Who Always Keep Me Spinning Right Round, Right Round. *Insert Song Here*</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwqvXLMXHKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xJV9WMWrb78/s1600/best-friends-forever-and-ever-and-ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwqvXLMXHKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xJV9WMWrb78/s400/best-friends-forever-and-ever-and-ever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327115288190114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"if you're a choc-flavoured candy, i'll be da strwberry-flavoured. if you're a  bitch, i'll be da pussy; be it wet or dry, we'll be together darl."&lt;/b&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: center;"&gt;I prefer you to be the dick, but anyhow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure baby, we'll be together. Whoever, whatever, no matter what comes along our journey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we still be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've gone through a lot. Don't give up on each other. I love you no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pinky promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You jadi tahi warna pink tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*tetibe rasa macam cakap dengan boyfriend. Oh you know we are always have this complicated emotional bonding that only we both know how to explain. Aren't we?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-566684869155237223?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-friend-who-always-keep-me-spinning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwqvXLMXHKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xJV9WMWrb78/s72-c/best-friends-forever-and-ever-and-ever.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-2604394624257584991</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T01:30:53.008+08:00</atom:updated><title>There Are Still Things That Have Not Change. Yet.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwlkHlY8rzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KCC2Gg4uXgg/s1600/P1000316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwlkHlY8rzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KCC2Gg4uXgg/s400/P1000316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406962909093605170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwlkHfhcF1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/8htS8KiN6rE/s1600/P1000364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwlkHfhcF1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/8htS8KiN6rE/s400/P1000364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406962907518605138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwlkG2p-fRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/NuhoOkMlzSI/s1600/P1000362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwlkG2p-fRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/NuhoOkMlzSI/s400/P1000362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406962896548560146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keluarga Teacher Shah Jahan, and my friend Hanif, my condolence for your loss. May arwah Cikgu Jubri ditempatkan dalam kalangan orang-orang beriman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, to family of arwah Imad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-2604394624257584991?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-still-things-that-have-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-UaRJ3IWYc/SwlkHlY8rzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KCC2Gg4uXgg/s72-c/P1000316.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-2444138202779850386</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T17:38:01.922+08:00</atom:updated><title>Helpless.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuhan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tolong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please, Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;i am typical, but not ordinary :)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/877746922153742685-2444138202779850386?l=pimplestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pimplestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/helpless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mireya)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-877746922153742685.post-1098101808528604557</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T11:56:40.592+08:00</atom:updated><title>Teka-teki Ala Bimbo Khas Untuk Anda Sempena Musim Peperiksaan yang Mulia Ini.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di dalam kereta, sewaktu perjalanan untuk ke Jusco Ipoh, saya dan Siti Rosma terdengar perbualan mereka di tempat duduk belakang kereta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mimi Yana : Aku punya pun hitam jugak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farah Dee : Kau pun sama? Hitam macam mana? Aku punya hitam gila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mimi Yana : (oke sorry Mimi Yana aku dah tak dengar dah kau cakap apa, suara high-pitch sangat sampai telinga aku tak boleh kesan frequency suara kau, HAHA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soalan saya ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apakah yang Mimi Yana dan Farah Dee bualkan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Parut jerawat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. Kucing peliharaan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. Handphone ibu bapa masing-maing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. 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