<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396</id><updated>2009-12-08T15:23:44.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-8754155136580957820</id><published>2009-12-08T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:23:44.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sx38k2Bs9ZI/AAAAAAAAImg/n0E3qeOGS_0/s1600-h/P300509_09.15_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412760037077349778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sx38k2Bs9ZI/AAAAAAAAImg/n0E3qeOGS_0/s400/P300509_09.15_%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm in school now actually typing this post and I'm fcuking bored plus sleepy. School's going to end school and I'm stuck here with my eyes half-shut. Gawd, I must be really tired and exhausted of my hectic schedule in school. Still, I manage to scrape through the whole schedule for the past two days no matter how sleepy and tired I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've finally got my Breaking Dawn book and I've already started reading on it. Trust me, the book is really addictive. Once you start indulging yourself into the book by flipping through the pages one by one, I'll gurantee you won't find the book such a bore but instead, you would love it. I am promoting Stephenie Meyer ehk? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm down with two phase test. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Awesome? I don't think so. Because I'll be having my ENS class test on Friday and 4 consecutive hours of ENS lecture. Imagine how I can sustain that extreme 4 long hours in school, on my last day of school for the first half of the term. Gawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I must congratulate Faliq Fahmi. Well, he cleared his class 2A TP just now as in the morning. Congratulations boy! He has 2 licence with him now, class 2B and class 2A. His class 3 TP will be next Wednesday. Tamak betol ni budak, nak banyak sangat lesen. Haha. Anyway congratulations boy and good luck for next week!    (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;School holidays? My school holidays are fully packed with all my module assignments and that purely SUCK. Truly SUCK. Why? I can't spend my time with my family and my awesome girls of course. But I'm definitely going to make time for my awesome  girls during the holiday, lagi-lagi Farah got operation. Of course la, I must make time for her and make her my YUMMILICIOUS porridge. Haha. She'll know what I mean when she reads this and she'll have to swallow every bit of my porridge. Alright B? Hee. And I better be off now. So long. Mwakx.                                                (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-8754155136580957820?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8754155136580957820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8754155136580957820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-school-now-actually-typing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sx38k2Bs9ZI/AAAAAAAAImg/n0E3qeOGS_0/s72-c/P300509_09.15_%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-7404032070392087359</id><published>2009-12-06T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:24:24.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgXwANnPI/AAAAAAAAImY/-aHgdNM9lhA/s1600-h/1_842517923l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411954969610657010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgXwANnPI/AAAAAAAAImY/-aHgdNM9lhA/s400/1_842517923l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not going out either today due to rain. Pfft. The wet weather is always destroying my plans with queen. Planned to go either Sentosa or swimming complex again but too bad la, the weather wasn't on my side. It's really annoying I'm telling you. Now all I can do, is just mug at home and do research like again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farah's minor operation is coming soon and I guess I just have to make some arrangements during my holidays with Syila to visit her whether she's admitted or staying at home to keep her company. And perhaps that includes cooking for her yummilicious porridge. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To add in, Maya, I don't think I can go with you on a holiday to Bali next year, at most. Perhaps, next time. Its because I'm having a hoiday trip to KL next year around March. As a matter of fact, my girls are going, yes both Farah and Syila. And its all going GOOD. The boys? Still waiting for the reply. Though this whole holiday trip is still under planning. I'm looking forward to it actually, having lots of fun with my dearest classmates. Yes, that'll be awesome. Boleh la kite ade slumber party in our own room and pillow fights baby. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been watching Malaysia, Malay movies through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the source of Youtube using the boy's new lappy. Hee. Thanks to him for bringing along his lappy to keep me company by watching all this movies while waiting for him to end his phase test and all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgIF2NtnI/AAAAAAAAImQ/I7gFrJippjk/s1600-h/postersayangyoucandancewx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411954700596393586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgIF2NtnI/AAAAAAAAImQ/I7gFrJippjk/s400/postersayangyoucandancewx1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sayang You Can Dance. Its a really nice show which involves one of my favourite Indonesia actors, Samuel Rizal. His like fucken HOT. I'm not kidding baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgH2ripcI/AAAAAAAAImI/P1kMYMGBWm8/s1600-h/papadom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411954696525096386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgH2ripcI/AAAAAAAAImI/P1kMYMGBWm8/s400/papadom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was show recommended by Farah and I totally love it a lot. It made me tear and yes I actually cried on certain parts which really touched my heart. I watched this movie with the boy and I was crying badly la. My girls will know why I cried and the boy was comforting me all the way through out the show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgHkWDlmI/AAAAAAAAImA/gpkz7MRMH5M/s1600-h/Filem+Syurga+Cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411954691603142242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgHkWDlmI/AAAAAAAAImA/gpkz7MRMH5M/s400/Filem+Syurga+Cinta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least, Syurga Cinta. I've watched it for 3 times already and never got bored of it. And I'm going to watch it with the boy again tomorrow. Because he watched it halfway. And I better be off now.                                    (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-7404032070392087359?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7404032070392087359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7404032070392087359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-going-out-either-today-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxsgXwANnPI/AAAAAAAAImY/-aHgdNM9lhA/s72-c/1_842517923l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-3793695638300931008</id><published>2009-12-05T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:13:21.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxonBMrnwII/AAAAAAAAIl4/aelnr84SL8E/s1600-h/ur+sunshine..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411680803776610434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxonBMrnwII/AAAAAAAAIl4/aelnr84SL8E/s400/ur+sunshine..JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its like at last I'm blogging. I was very busy this past few days in school and I felt really lethargic when I already reach home. I did manage to check my e-mails despite me being so tired though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My week in school hasn't been much of a good side. I shan't elaborate on that though. On a better note, my PTQA group which consists of me, the boy, Yazid and Azli is going on good. Well, they replied my texts just now when I informed them to actually do some research over the weekends and tell me some of the relevant topics which has got to do with our main topic. And they actually replied within 3o minutes and agreed to do so. Sayang korang la. That makes my job easier. I, myself is doing my own job by doing some research on the various topics available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My FFPS, well, the three of us which consists of me, the boy and Yazid too have been puting in effort in trying to contribute ideas on what to invent and stuff. Well, on Thursday evening, the boy met up with queen and sisters though to talk about the FFPS thingy and some other stuff. Well, the queen has been such a goodie to actually side with the boy's ideas instead of mine, her own daughter. Pfft. Haha. I was jealous la actually. Macam bias gitu. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Saturday was suppose to be a trip to Sentosa or Seng Kang Swimming Complex but it was cancelled due to the slight rain and its like obvious the rain might just get worse anytime of the day. So both me and queen actually aborted the plan. Pfft. And I'm now stuck at home doing my research. Well, that's how life is though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And Irfan, is going to serve his National Service next week, Tuesday. Its like time flies fast nowadays though. I know him ever since I was in secondary 5 and he was in secondary 4. And it was like well, we always bumped into each other at town and he never fails to approach and say 'hello' to me. And whenever the XS crew perform, Irfan will make the effort to keep me updated and ask me to come and watch his performance. He did ask me to party today, his last week of enjoyment. But being the good girl and lazy to go out, I prefer staying at home instead. And I better be off now doing my research. Yes, back to doing my research.                         (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-3793695638300931008?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/3793695638300931008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/3793695638300931008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-like-at-last-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxonBMrnwII/AAAAAAAAIl4/aelnr84SL8E/s72-c/ur+sunshine..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-1064408596262951302</id><published>2009-12-02T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:57:24.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxZxps-3JgI/AAAAAAAAIlo/d1DN_QoBq7Y/s1600-h/sg17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410636963595625986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxZxps-3JgI/AAAAAAAAIlo/d1DN_QoBq7Y/s400/sg17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm feeling pretty lethargic. So I shan't really blog la actually. Both my days went as per normal in school and I wasn't really looking forward to anything in school besides meeting the boy. That's all. And I shall just end it here. Pardon me for the seriously short post.            (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-1064408596262951302?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/1064408596262951302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/1064408596262951302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-feeling-pretty-lethargic.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxZxps-3JgI/AAAAAAAAIlo/d1DN_QoBq7Y/s72-c/sg17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-7871091941649337015</id><published>2009-11-30T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:51:16.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxOsqGauWiI/AAAAAAAAIlg/_VgSQbulNzU/s1600/P300509_09.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409857416679283234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxOsqGauWiI/AAAAAAAAIlg/_VgSQbulNzU/s400/P300509_09.15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm currently over at aunt's home, spending my time with my nephews and niece. They just came back from their short getaway to Malacca with their parents. So there goes their story-telling session. Well, it ended already though, before we had dinner together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I slept like nearly 4 in the morning. Why? After chatting with Faliq Fahmi over at MSN which ended like 1 plus in the morning, I had a girl talk with the queen. The whole talk ended at about 4 in the morning, when the queen checked her cell phone to check what time it is. She was telling me you've got two hours more to sleep, so you better sleep now. And of course, I went to sleep la. And I was thinking that I won't be able to wake up easily, well I did. When the queen woke me up, in an instant, I was like getting ready to have my bath and all. Amazing, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually felt fresh the whole time in school. Never once, I felt like sleeping or feel sleepy. So my Monday turned out right instead. I helped the boy to configure his laptop settings and helped him install some software here and there. It was an awesome experience, having to hold his mini notebook which was like really slow. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;PM1, PIC and SW was fine. SW was a bit boring this time, because I didn't get involved in any of the activities. The boys were playing street soccer and I just became one of their spectators. It was boring. Pfft. Went for the ENS practical. The class was optional but since I'm having my ENS phase test tomorrow, might as well I go again despite me knowing how to do it overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Headed home alone because the boy was really sick because everytime he ate something, he'll puke everything out. What a pity. He took the cab back home and I hailed the cab for him. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, I was chatting with Faliq Fahmi last night. All of a sudden, he was asking me out and he was making some lame joke which I think wasn't funny and that is, "This time we go out together, like really go out. And not we go out to study together." I was like shocked la. Why the hell would I want to go out and study with him? That was like during our 'N'-levels, when we actually went out to mug together at NLB. A long time back. Once he gets his duty roster for December, we'll start planning our Sentosa outing. But please don't rain. Its because everytime we plan to go Sentosa to have our tanning sessions together but the weather had to be sucky to us. As in the weather won't be on our side. Pfft. I hope this time, everything works out for us though. Since its been donkey years since I last hang out with him. Kan Faliq Fahmi? My awesome friend. Haha. And I'm so looking forward to our outing as a matter of fact. I'm not sure whether we'll be going public or taking a ride on his bike. And I better be off now. My lappy's battery is getting weaker. Hee.                                            (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-7871091941649337015?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7871091941649337015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7871091941649337015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-currently-over-at-aunts-home.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxOsqGauWiI/AAAAAAAAIlg/_VgSQbulNzU/s72-c/P300509_09.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-8617917702613921676</id><published>2009-11-29T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:15:01.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxHv8zuC_8I/AAAAAAAAIlQ/yaNt89QdTPg/s1600/1_111764561l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409368455403208642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxHv8zuC_8I/AAAAAAAAIlQ/yaNt89QdTPg/s400/1_111764561l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday at home was perfectly with me, I suppose. On a greater advantage, I managed to chat with my dearest Farah in MSN and we really chat a lot. Its been quite sometime since we had very long private conversations over the net. We were both facing the same problems. So why not share? Obviously, we both need each other kan. And Syila too of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were talking about meeting each other up. Perhaps right after, Farah's surgery then we'll meet up. If she's admitted, both me and Syila will visit her at the hospital. If she's not admitted, and staying at home in pain, we'll come to her house to accompany her. Well, what are friends for kan. Perhaps, after all that, we both have decided to make up sometime for each other during our December holidays and when Syila has her off day. So despite my hectic schedule during my December holidays, I must make some time for them and the other boys to meet up again. We'll plan some class outing soon, aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not forgetting, we both did talk on the phone. Its been donkey years since we had a chat over the phone. Gawd, miss la suara kau yang sweet tu. Haha. Confirm kembang nye. Kan Farah? We were definitely always talking about the main topic, 'BOYS'. Isn't that what girls do when they start talking on the phone? Well, we three do. Three means Syila is included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It happened to be a small world that both of us know somebody's ex-boyfriend. As in she knows this guy name F while I get to know this guy name Yan. Haha. I shan't disclose the guy name F, his real name though. Its much of a coincidence. Especially, the way Farah got to know F. Haha. Zaman secondary school. Haha. Tapi takpe, check-check, kau end up with F, aku end up with Yan. How sweet. Haha. Boleh tak Farah? Confirm tak, kan? Untuk kau, confirm tak. Untuk aku, boleh kan. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not forgetting, I was chatting with Muhd Hadi last night. Ever since our break up, this was our first time chatting with each other. He did offer me to watch his performance at Jurong East Library with the others, his friends of course. Despite that, he did mention that his going to meet me sometime next week, chocolates. Yes, his going to give me chocolates. Yummy, he very well knows, how chocolates make my day.They totally cheer me up. Haha. I'm not sure where we are going. And our conversation in MSN, we were talking about cars. Haha. Of all things, I know. And of course, some about my school stuff and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The boy has finally got his Acer laptop. And I got all furious with him about one thing because he didn't get his CD reader at the same time. Macam mane la aku nak tolong die install software? Gawd. Ni anak ehk, suke sangat buat orang marah tau. Pfft. I did webcam with him last night. Well, it was a short webcamming session though. But it all turned okay la. Only that I looked real sleepy and of course I was watching my Taiwan drama, Momo Love. The continuation of it. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, I watched Syurga Cinta yesterday when I was at my aunt's home. It was such a sweet show and the main male lead was really hot. Sungguh hot. I was talking to Farah about this. Well, when it comes to Malay dramas, I'm so outdated. Haha. And we did talk about some Malay movie, Bohsia. I've watched it though. Haha. See, I'm not outdated afterall. Only that I watch it, terlambat sikit aje. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chat with this pyschotic guy last night in MSN. And he totally suck. I want to date with my friend pun, he want to bingit. Like baru kenal aje, da nak jumpe. Actually, I knew him long time back in MSN and Myspace, cume I malas want to layan him only. I actually gave him the cold shoulder in MSN and thank gawd, he actually notice it. Haha. I know I'm evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I too, did chat with Hairul Nizam. I miss you la. Haha. I'll text up real soon aye. And we should really meet up soon. Maybe New Moon, on you. Kay? Kate belated birthday treat. Haha. And we can vroom-vroom here and there on your new bike. I better be off now. I want to have my brunch. Hee.    (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-8617917702613921676?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8617917702613921676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8617917702613921676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-at-home-was-perfectly-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxHv8zuC_8I/AAAAAAAAIlQ/yaNt89QdTPg/s72-c/1_111764561l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-4795930031622963978</id><published>2009-11-28T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:33:00.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxDVxxLyDpI/AAAAAAAAIlA/CS0ijA-NtI8/s1600/1_715799138l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409058203465027218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxDVxxLyDpI/AAAAAAAAIlA/CS0ijA-NtI8/s400/1_715799138l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm stuck at home with all the studying I need to get done with. The boy's out with his family to get his new lappy. Well, as a matter of fact, he is purchasing his new lappy like now. And his going to need my help, well he asked me for my help to set up some stuffs in his new lappy. So we'll  both be bringing our lappys on Monday. So I can't criticize the boy for not even having internet access. Pfft. Because he'll be getting his mobile broadband today itself. Everything by today. Tamak betul ni budak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I dread staying at home and mug all the way. But I've got no other options though. Friends did ask me out and shits, no doubt about that, but thanks to me being such a nerd, I declined their invites to go here and there. And even to clubs like Zirca, Zoukout and SupperClub. Pfft. I don't think I need all that enjoyment for now. Studies is more important. Clubbing can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My holidays? I doubt I'll enjoy myself during my holidays. Why? I've got plenty of assignments waiting for me to get done with them. Be it all modules, we have a few assignments. And I've got my BL trainings and my BL comitee meetings included. Not forgeting, my PM1 outing to the zoo. See, how pack I am. So much for calling it school holidays. Holidays that don't give me a chance to enjoy. Pfft. But as per normal, I just have to endure it. Another like  4 months plus and I'll be in second year. Second year means tougher modules, tougher of everything. So I'll just have to work hard to get good grades and of course a high GPA so that I can qualify for polytechnic. Yummy, yummy. And let's hope that all this meetings and group assignments to meet up outside won't clash with my YOG trainings over at NTU, the I don't know what its called. The Village? Eh, I don't know la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;December 12,2009. ZoukOut? I'm so not going, like obvious. To add in, one of my distant cousin is getting hitched on that day, getting married. Rewang? Yes, I think I'm in on that part. Its been a long time since I got involved with all this marriage stuff. But since my distant cousin, has already asked for my help, why not. The last time I was involved in this kind of things, was my very own cousin who already has 3 kids, which is my 2 nephews and my only niece. I guess its like 10 years back I suppose. Forget all that. I'm sure the whole occasion is going to be awesome. Rewang. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I'm off to do my Chemistry report, one of my holiday assignments. I don't want to delay until my holidays begins. Hee. Will update soon though. Maybe tonight or tomorrow, I don't know when. I'm waiting for the boy to actually really, officially go online. Haha.                  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-4795930031622963978?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/4795930031622963978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/4795930031622963978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-stuck-at-home-with-all-studying-i.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SxDVxxLyDpI/AAAAAAAAIlA/CS0ijA-NtI8/s72-c/1_715799138l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-5532735645938374460</id><published>2009-11-27T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:14:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sw_2979UivI/AAAAAAAAIk4/E3OD4ts0g4s/s1600/SDC13415.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408813221422598898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sw_2979UivI/AAAAAAAAIk4/E3OD4ts0g4s/s400/SDC13415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA HAJI TO ALL. My Hari Raya Haji was as per normal like heading over to grandad's home and had my fill of delicious food that my aunt had prepared everytime when there is some occasion or some festive like Hari Raya and Hari Raya Haji obviously. There I was getting myself indulged with the yummy food and of course my book, Eclipse. I'm glad to announce that I've finally finished reading the addictive book titled, Eclipse. And I'm so looking forward to the next book and the final one, Breaking Dawn. The boy is going to get me that one next week, I suppose. That's what he told me after he WOW-ed me for reading that book at a quick pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm looking forward to reading, Breaking Dawn though I know I'm going to tear a little after reading that final book. I can be such a cry baby sometimes. No doubt about that. I've finally received my YOG posting. I received last night to be specific. And I'm posted over at Seng Kang Hockey Stadium under the catering crew. Food? Sounds yummy, kan? But the bad part is that, this whole event will be held during the fasting month. So being in catering crew wasn't much of a yummy thing. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, the boy got posted over at East Coast Park, National Sailing Centre. Its like two areas apart. Never once, we were seperated this far and like we are being seperated. The boy didn't like the idea of us being seperated and he was asking me whether he can appeal to have the same area as me. I was like practically trying to knock some sense into him that this is not a school thing. It was some important event and to make and appeal was something that is so not appropriate, obviously. In the first place, there wasn't any room for him to make his appeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I managed to convince him and he promised to meet me up everday if he could. I didn't ask him to make the promise, he made it himself. My BL comitee meeting went fine though. It wasn't much of a hassle, you just have to contribute certain stuff and I'm glad that I managed to voice out myself in terms of identifying our problem and of course contributing ideas here and there. I'm so proud of myself. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I must apologize to this two loves of mine, Hairul Nizam and Danny Yell. I made both of them all worried about me. After what happened early in the morning, during school, made them really worry about me. I was tearing a lot and they got all worried. Danny Yell actually texted me in the middle of the night, when I was already sound asleep, just to check whether I'm doing fine or not. So did Hairul Nizam, he made so much effort in trying to stop me from crying and shits. Danny Yell, advised me a whole lot of words. You know, his a bit wordy, but well, aku tetap sayang kau. Yes, I sayang the both of you. I better be off now. I need to get some sleep since I 've been up the whole day and straining my eyes in reading the book. Hee. Bye.               (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-5532735645938374460?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/5532735645938374460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/5532735645938374460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/selamat-hari-raya-haji-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sw_2979UivI/AAAAAAAAIk4/E3OD4ts0g4s/s72-c/SDC13415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-8763692932308504182</id><published>2009-11-25T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:47:52.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sw0v7JWF2KI/AAAAAAAAIko/ChLJDWk16Rs/s1600/ur+sunshine..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408031420709197986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sw0v7JWF2KI/AAAAAAAAIko/ChLJDWk16Rs/s400/ur+sunshine..JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back to blogging. Well, I didn't manage to blog last night because I was having a bad headache and I was feeling so stuck up. That led me going to my dream world soundly with no disturbance but still, I end up being sleepy when I'm in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My practice for my practical went all good and at last, both me and Maya can understand the whole handwheel operation process. Had my Chemistry phase test part 1 whichis the distillation and the readings turned out perfect except for the arrangement of the apparatus in the basket. Pfft. There was only one mistake. Gawd, I was like will you deduct our marks? She glady nodded. Never mind. Its just not my luck, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My YOG meeting was a normal kind of meeting though and we got our t-shirts to put on during our training days. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sexcited about everything that's going to happen like 261 days from now. I'm not pretty sure which area and what task I'll be given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I got my book. Eclipse. Yes. And I'm so addicted to it already, I've been reading it whenever I've got the spare time, I'll just grab the book and flip through the page where I last read. I'm looking forward to the last title, Breaking Dawn next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To add in, I bumped into my dearest Faliq Fahmi. Yes, its been quite some time since I last saw him. Oh, gawd how I much I ever missed him. Its like a year plus la or more than that, I think. I was queueing up for the bus, 969 when I saw him. And along the way we managed to have short conversations. He just got into an accident actually. How did I know? Its because I asked him where was his bike. He told me accident la. And guess what was my reply? "Padan muke". Haha. Tak baek kan. But true enough, I wasn't surprised that he got into an accident. I'm not sure how many times he was involved in an accident. Rempit banyak sangat la nie. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not forgetting, my private blog is coming back to life soons! I have the feeling that I needed to blog some of my stuff in private. So yes, will do pretty soons. And I better be off now.                 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-8763692932308504182?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8763692932308504182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8763692932308504182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sw0v7JWF2KI/AAAAAAAAIko/ChLJDWk16Rs/s72-c/ur+sunshine..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-6769300939677547797</id><published>2009-11-23T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:24:28.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Swp7inFYm7I/AAAAAAAAIkg/hagza4roSJQ/s1600/legally+eighteen..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407270137149037490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Swp7inFYm7I/AAAAAAAAIkg/hagza4roSJQ/s400/legally+eighteen..JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, its the boy's birthday, legally 18 yaww. Haha. So yes, HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY to him. His birthday celebration in school was awesome including the sabotage plans, haha. But overall, the boy loved it a lot. And the birthday cake was seriously cute and niceeee. Carebear you know. Cute kan. Actually, I've got the photographs but I'm too lazy to upload in to my lappy. Pardon me for that though. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My morning started off with a little arguement with my dearest Hairul Nizam, yes my best friend. Kan sayang oi. But well, we made up in the end, like we always do. Tell me, where can you ever find a best friend like him? I've known him for 4 years tau, and we did get into a relationship. But it didn't work out, but well, we are still the bestest of friends. Want to know my perangai, go ask him. Haha. He'll tell you in detail. Aku tetap sayang kau la Hairul Nizam. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I'll be meeting the best friend on Thursday, he'll be fetching me from school with his new bike. Spark seh. Kalau Emika naek motor, helmet sediakan kay. Haha. I'll be having my YOG meeting this coming Wednesday, and I'm hoping badly to receive my YOG green shirt. I loike. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SW? Well, I played badminton and trust me during my 90 minutes of SW, I sweat a lot. This means that I've burned a lot of fats, yummy. I suke. And not forgetting, I'm getting good at playing badminton. That's what my dearest Yazid and the boy says. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be having my PTQA phase test tomorrow at 3.30pm. I was not suppose to have any test tomorrow, but due to me being so sick last week, I wasn't fit enough to take the test and I requested to Mr. Han to let me take it this week if possible. And he said yes of course since I've got a valid reason. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;From 8am-12pm tomorrow, my class we'll be having this adventure kind of thing which I don't know what it is all about. We were told to bring our PE attire only. And since I had my SW just now, and my PE attire is already worn. I've got no time to wash and dry it. So I'm going to wear my class t-shirt, secondary 4/3 class t-shirt and my really short, FBT black shorts. Let's hope the activity will turn out nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Since, I've finished two books, both Twilight and New Moon, the boy was intending to get for my Eclipse today. But when we went to Northpoint's, Popular Bookstore, there is no more stock for that. Pfft. I was sulking all the way and the boy promised to get it for me by tomorrow. Yay-ness. And I better be off now, I need to mug on my phase test tomorrow. Best friend, Hairul Nizam, i sayang u okay. Haha.    (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-6769300939677547797?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/6769300939677547797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/6769300939677547797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-its-boys-birthday-legally-18-yaww.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Swp7inFYm7I/AAAAAAAAIkg/hagza4roSJQ/s72-c/legally+eighteen..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-7605582200750727745</id><published>2009-11-21T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:52:49.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Swe08QSYKPI/AAAAAAAAIkY/_GDvzYrFrZE/s1600/Image0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406488824938768626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Swe08QSYKPI/AAAAAAAAIkY/_GDvzYrFrZE/s400/Image0218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Saturday and here I am stuck in my room with tons of school work. If Danny Yell was to read this, he would definitely say this to me. "Fcuk school work la, you must and should enjoy once in a while." Well, he always thinks that I've been into school to much as in I really care about my load work in school, pretty much its true no matter how I try denying it to him. But what he said about enjoying means taking a break, but well I can't afford to take a break now, I think. I guess Danny Yell, is clubbing tonight, as usual, his weekend routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been mugging and completing my homework ever since 12pm. And till now, I'm down with my final report, my ENS tutorials, my legends for my FFPS rigs and I've downloaded all the lecture slides from Mr.Ng's Skydrive. I'll start revising on my PIC and Chemistry modules later. I need to maybe relax my mind for a while after all that load of work I've done since afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My weekend spells BORING. Eventhough, my weekends have not ended yet, I still got tomorrow, I just know its boring. But though the boredom is heavily striking me, I must say that the feeling of satisfaction of getting lots of my school work done is awesome. Its like a load of my mind. Forget about school work. I'm tired of  that. I'm just surfing the net for a while and back to you know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday, Maya was telling me about some holiday trip that she invited me in. If I'm not wrong, the holiday trip will be next year. She did invite the boy too. Let's hope this holiday trip won't be something which is just full of talk. I believe Maya wants it to happen too. Kan Maya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy is out with his family, I don't know go where. I suppose the PC fair at Suntec City. Hopefully, by then he'll get his lappy. Ooh-la-la. And he was telling me repeatedly that he'll try getting me my Eclipse book so that I can get engrossed with for at least 3 days, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hairul Nizam? Yes, his back from Australia like last week. And he kept asking me when can I have the spare time to meet him. I do have time during the weekends, but my school work is a barrier for me to go out. I can't  just leave the load like that, or else it'll catch up on me when I'm back home. I'm trying to find time for him though. In addition, he'll be getting his bike. As in buying a new one though. He used to have one, but he was all bored of riding one, he chose to sell it. And now, I don't know why, he wants to ride a bike all over again. Silly boy. He'll be buying Spark, I think. I don't know. The boy's stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yes, my hair's getting longer each day. I'm starting to miss my curls and of course those bangs. Pfft. Can I get my hair a perm and have my fringe cut bangs? I'll have to ask the boy and of course my dearest Queen about that. Look, I better be off. After checking my mails, I'll get down with my mugging madness. Mugging madness? Kind of nice, I suppose. Haha. Will update real soons though.           (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-7605582200750727745?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7605582200750727745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7605582200750727745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-saturday-and-here-i-am-stuck-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Swe08QSYKPI/AAAAAAAAIkY/_GDvzYrFrZE/s72-c/Image0218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-1505268883407296799</id><published>2009-11-20T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:35:56.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SwatEuAW_8I/AAAAAAAAIkQ/FyH6q4HQZQg/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406198699285479362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SwatEuAW_8I/AAAAAAAAIkQ/FyH6q4HQZQg/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm like finally back from being M.I.A for a while due to my tight schedule in school and I've not been feeling pretty well this few days. I still went to attend school despite me being sick. I was down witha temperature, high temperature and please, my nose loves to run a lot this time. And the throat sores a lot. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All I did was swallowed panadols. And the boy was really worried and decided to buy the panadols over at Seng City, at school. He kept on reminding me over and over again, " No cold drinks for you today. " And I must thank Mr.Han that he actually excused me for my phase test on Tuesday. He knew I wasn't feeling too well and of course, I wasn't fit to take my phase test. I might just jumbled and messed everything up. I wouldn't want that to happen because it'll affect my grades badly though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Driving practicals? Yes, I've finally ended all of it. All my stages. From stage 1 to stage 5. Awesome kan? I'm loving it. But still, I must go for more practice before my TP, which is like January 18, 2010. Next year, I know. Let's hope that the new year will turn out good for me. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To add in, remember the ex-boyfriend which is now my friend like of course, whose known as Danny Yell or Daniel instead. Well, last Saturday he did ask me to party with him. He was club-hopping with him on that day though. And he called me up out of the blue. Its been like donkey years since we talked. I love talking to him. Why? Its because we mostly converse with each other in English. Its like strictly English. Haha. Since he was club-hopping with free invites, of course, since he was a regular clubber. He wanted me to tag along with him which means that I'll be tagging along with him for free. But I rejected his offer. Well, I knew the boy won't allow me, so I shall skip the arguement with him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ZOUKOUT this coming December 12, 2009. I'm not going. Don't be surprised please. I admit I had the intention to go but thinking back, I don't think its a worth it trip over there. Moreover, even if the boy is willing to tag along with me and which ever group of friends of mine I was going with, I knew the boy would feel insecure. Due to beach party we went like a few months back. Once bitten, twice shy. Basically, I just ignored him since he didn't want to mosh and grind and stuff. I ended up grinding with some other guy and the boy actually cut in a nice manner. He wasn't happy about it as a matter of fact. And I had to apologize to him for ruining our night. But I did tell him in advance, how I was going to be like if I went to this kind of parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And another reason for not going ZOUKOUT was I needed to study. As in really study. This semester I've got the killer modules to settle with before I enter the second year. Not forgetting, during the holidays I've got like lots of assignments to complete be it the invidual project or the group project. We still need to complete everything right. So it means I'm back on my serious studying track. I know I need to take a break at times, but not this kind of break which means clubbing. I believe there are other sorts of ways to give myself a break. A meaningul activity of course. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOG? Yes, I've got my meeting next week with the other volunteers. Mr. Ng has put me in-charge of my YOG class volunteers attendance. BL? Ms. Eileen has decided to put me into the BL commitee and she has already discusBosed it with my class advisor, Mr. Ng about it though. And I guess he gave Ms. Eileen the thumbs up since she has happily told me that I'm in the BL commitee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Books, books, books. I've been reading too much, I think till the boy got all frusturated because I wasn't paying any attention to him when I start reading the book and flipping the pages. The boy bought for me the Twilight book as one of my birthday present. And I finished reading Twilight, less than 3 days. That shows how addictive the book was. The boy, then, bought for me the next following title, New Moon. And again, I've already finished reading it in a matter of 3 days. Though New Moon was thicker than Twilight. I was really engrossed in it and like I said it was addictive. Now the boy, was telling me that his going to get me the next title, Eclipse and he'll give it to me around next week. Let's hope its on Monday because boredom is striking me badly. No more books to read. Pfft. I must say that the books were worth the price. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So the vampire + werewolves frenzy has made me gone too imaginative. I kept on mentioning about them both to the boy till he gone all tired of it, I think. But well oh well, he still listens to my stories of them and how I much I was into all this shits. He listens to all this patiently. That's what I like about him.He never shows that sour face to me at all. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weekends? What am I up to huh? Nothing in particular. But for sure, I'm going to stay at home. Mugging all the way. I've got to study on my phase test too which is like next week. So I don't have any time to waste. And there goes my weekends which is equivalent to my knowledgable weekends. Hee. Whatever. Group projects? Yes, I've got all members and stuff. Let's hope everything will go smoothly as imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy will get his personal laptop by the end of this month and I'm all sexcited about it because I can now chat online with him and of course, webcam baby. Not forgetting, since the boy is turning legally 18 soon, it means that his going to enrol for his car licence. Oh gawd, I'm looking forward to that though. Haha. How awesome. I better be off now. I'll update real soon though.    :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-1505268883407296799?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/1505268883407296799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/1505268883407296799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-like-finally-back-from-being-m.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SwatEuAW_8I/AAAAAAAAIkQ/FyH6q4HQZQg/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-8670958930264557251</id><published>2009-11-19T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:05:30.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'LL BE UPDATING TONIGHT, I GUESS. PARDON FOR THE ABSENCE OF NOT UPDATING ANY POSTS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-8670958930264557251?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8670958930264557251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8670958930264557251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-updating-tonight-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-4849687678690500361</id><published>2009-11-08T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:11:00.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYy7SO4zGI/AAAAAAAAIkI/gmjAtg8_dAw/s1600-h/happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401560797165440098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYy7SO4zGI/AAAAAAAAIkI/gmjAtg8_dAw/s400/happy-birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ME &amp;amp; HAPPY 30th BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MR. HAN ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pardon me for not updating my blog for like nearly a week. I've been too tired to actually switch on my lappy and of course my laziness has overcome me somehow. Haha. My birthday week has been pretty much a great one. The boy never fails to treat me for breakfast and lunch because he jolly well thinks that I'm the birthday girl of the week means that he'll pamper me more. Hee. Advantage eh? Great one okayy. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My 9-teen birthday? Met up with the boy and went to school with him together and he actually bought for me, my favourite finger foods from OCK for my so called breakfast. And he gave me all my presents over at Cafe 2. And I started opening it one by one. A total of 4 presents. Not including the cake, the birthday balloon and the birthday card from all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not forgetting, when I woke up from my beauty sleep, lots of texts have flooded my cell phone and I had to wait till I'm already on the bus to read them one by one because I wouldn't want to delay my timing to get ready for school because of reading the texts one by one. So I did just that, and I replied to them one by one of course. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mates started wishing me when I stepped into my first class and of course my dearest ex-class advisor, Mr. Han who has the same birthday as me. Haha. So we started wishing each other and the class starts as per normal. Birthday girl still need to study okayy. As a matter of fact, my heart was beating very fast because I was afraid of the break time. I knew that the boys wanted to sabotage me badly with the cake. Especially Raj. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So came  break time when all had their fill for lunch. And ta-dah! There goes both me and Mr.Han cutting the cake and had our photographs taken with the cake and all. I must say the boy really choosed a very cute cake. Sayang kamu. So here comes the sabotage time. I was cornered at one side and yes, all the cake was on my face and my hair. Pfft. But well, I do rather get cake all over my face and smell of cake all the way back home instead of getting bruises from all the birthday bash though. Haha. It was a disastrous but a awesome birthday celebration in school. Thanks to my dearest mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who made the whole celebration a meaningful, awesome, disastrous and memorable one! I appreciate it a lot. And to the boy, thanks for planning this whole celebration and the lovely presents too! I love you a lot Nurridzuan. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And to those who wished me in FB, Twitter, my blog's tagboard and through texting me on my cell phone, I appreciated all of you for remembering my birthday and wishing me of course. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I better get going. I need to get ready for driving baby. Hee. I love you Nurridzuan. Do view the photographs below taken on my 9-teen birthday. What are the presents that the gave me? I shall reveal it soons because I don't seem to have time to snap photographs of my presents. Hee. Thanks again to everyone. Take care. Mwakx. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-4849687678690500361?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/4849687678690500361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/4849687678690500361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-19th-belated-birthday-to-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYy7SO4zGI/AAAAAAAAIkI/gmjAtg8_dAw/s72-c/happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-5718838030109747408</id><published>2009-11-08T10:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:53:57.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYxbrSEmXI/AAAAAAAAIkA/-bEbX7q03Fg/s1600-h/happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401559154622241138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYxbrSEmXI/AAAAAAAAIkA/-bEbX7q03Fg/s400/happy-birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401555507648284610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYuHZPuR8I/AAAAAAAAIjo/kg_MwRK2Pbc/s400/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYuH0gquoI/AAAAAAAAIj4/WGxyxye8djo/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401555514967112322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYuH0gquoI/AAAAAAAAIj4/WGxyxye8djo/s400/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYuHvmyQ7I/AAAAAAAAIjw/KnIGzxKVqo4/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-5718838030109747408?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/5718838030109747408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/5718838030109747408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SvYxbrSEmXI/AAAAAAAAIkA/-bEbX7q03Fg/s72-c/happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-8152314097730763381</id><published>2009-11-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:04:29.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxfZzRe4RI/AAAAAAAAIgs/np4sBoP_c_A/s1600-h/4293_105063995148_708635148_3054785_2248208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398794950175285522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxfZzRe4RI/AAAAAAAAIgs/np4sBoP_c_A/s400/4293_105063995148_708635148_3054785_2248208_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY KELLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dearest best friend of 13 years turns 19 today. She's like 3 days older than me though. Girlfriend, let's meet up real soon. Its been quite some time since we last met up, especially with the others. Hope you'll have an awesome time on your birthday be it with your family or your boyfriend. Keep in touch always babe. See you around soons. Take care. May God bless you always. Stay hot and happy. Mwakx. HAPPY BIRTHDAY again. &amp;amp; I LOVE YOU. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-8152314097730763381?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8152314097730763381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8152314097730763381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-19th-birthday-kelly-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxfZzRe4RI/AAAAAAAAIgs/np4sBoP_c_A/s72-c/4293_105063995148_708635148_3054785_2248208_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-4746823391802785609</id><published>2009-10-31T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:53:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxbtNAUcSI/AAAAAAAAIgU/yuSxC1gb2F4/s1600-h/SDC13368.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398790885453623586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxbtNAUcSI/AAAAAAAAIgU/yuSxC1gb2F4/s400/SDC13368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back to blogging again. I suppose this will be another short post. My Saturday? Normal day though. The boy went out with his best friend, Haikal to get my presents and to order my birthday cartoon character cake. I'm pretty sexcited actually because he will be surprising me with lots of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday, birthday, birthdays. I've just wished my dearest ex-classmate, Fazreen his birthday. Yes, his 19th birthday. Do scroll below for his birthday wish. Now next? My best friend's birthday. Its been a long time since I met her and the others. I miss you girls an awesome lot. As a matter of fact, I'm texting up with my dearest best friend, Kelly. Her birthday falls on tomorrow. She's like 3 days older than me, that's all. The youngest is Melissa, her birthday falls on December 9. Its been quite some time too since I last met up and even contact with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a heavy dinner in the evening. Dinner over at Swensens with the family. I had my fill of food and now my tummy is still effing bloated. Gawd. This was part of my birthday celebration in advance. But the king says that he'll give me and my sister a surprise at the end of November, our birthdays. I'm so looking forward to it though. Hee. I love birthdays! And&lt;/span&gt; I better be off now. So long people. Take care. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mwakx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-4746823391802785609?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/4746823391802785609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/4746823391802785609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back-to-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxbtNAUcSI/AAAAAAAAIgU/yuSxC1gb2F4/s72-c/SDC13368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-2637295282312748439</id><published>2009-10-31T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:29:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxXGCFmbAI/AAAAAAAAIgM/KtBAMhGAOXw/s1600-h/8430_1169701013988_1571863941_30455319_73204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398785814461574146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxXGCFmbAI/AAAAAAAAIgM/KtBAMhGAOXw/s400/8430_1169701013988_1571863941_30455319_73204_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY FAZREEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy who just turned 19 ehk and is older than me by like 4 days only. Hope you had an awesome birthday and may you be blessed always. May everything goes well for you in life. Keep in touch always. Take care. Happy birthday again! psst..you owe me one in 4 days time, like always. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-2637295282312748439?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/2637295282312748439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/2637295282312748439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-19th-birthday-fazreen-boy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuxXGCFmbAI/AAAAAAAAIgM/KtBAMhGAOXw/s72-c/8430_1169701013988_1571863941_30455319_73204_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-8579026074262999641</id><published>2009-10-30T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:24:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sur4OOewBpI/AAAAAAAAIgE/a9cDpXkNPag/s1600-h/P300509_09.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398400026645890706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sur4OOewBpI/AAAAAAAAIgE/a9cDpXkNPag/s400/P300509_09.15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;After a few days of not updating the blog due to the busy schedule in school which leaves me feeling really lethargic. Once I reach home and have my nice hot bath, off I crash into bed. I had my practical yesterday, vertical parking. Parallel parking sucked a lot the previous 2 practicals. I prefer doing the vertical parking. Its much easier to understand the driving techniques rather than the driving techniques over the parallel parking. Well, I cleared my practical yesterday evening and I'm looking forward to my next practical this coming Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To add in, one of my dearest instructor, Mr. Cheong actually wished me in advance for my birthday. He was like, be a good girl okayy, like repeatedly. Haha. He treated me like as though I'm his daughter. He advised me not to take up bike licence because its dangerous and whatsoever shits. Haha. Still, I'm stubborn right, I'm still going ahead with it. After passing my car licence, ta-dah, I'm going to enrol for my bike licence. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hort Park trip? It was BORING. After walking around like one round only, the boy and me ended up going off to Vivo City and Harbourfront Centre with the others as in Yazid and all. Went to Toys 'R' US to survey for sister's present. Her 11th birthday is coming right after mine, it falls on November 13. I was eyeing for a few new arrival bikinis over at Ripcurl and Animal. But I've not got my allowance yet, so I decided to just skip in buying it instead. There's always a next week. The boy actually bought something over at Animal secretly behind my back without me knowing. Haha. He thinks I don't know, but well I acted as if I don't know. But I don't know what he bought la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Headed to school for the student leader thingy and yes, we were late. Never mind about that. So along the way, I bumped into some guy which the boy didn't like a lot because this guy loves to wave and say 'hello' to me in a very flirty and cute way. Haha. We were both walking behind the guy la, and I acted as if I didn't saw him but as a matter of fact, both me and the boy have already saw him. Then the boy, insisted to walk faster so that we can be at the front. As in front of him. Guess what the guy did? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GUY: Emika. ( first call )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: ( acted as if I didn't hear )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;GUY: Emika. ( second call )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: ( again action never hear )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;GUY: Emika. ( third call )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: I turned behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;GUY: Hello Emika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: Oh hello. * gives him the smiley face *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, the boy was really pissed off with the guy's actions. Well,  jealousy is a contagious disease. Haha. Street soccer went well, except for the part when the guy came again and hang around the street soccer court. The boy was pretty pissed off by then. And I had to pacify him by assuring him that the guy wasn't my kind, etc. The boy can never avoid smiling when he sees my face. Haha. And he smiled. Wide pulak tu he smile. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Five more days to 9-teen birthday and I'm so looking forward to it. The boy is really sexcited, worried and I don't know what feeling he has. Mixed feelings, I suppose. I know that his going to order my cartoon character cake tomorrow. But I don't know where, what time and what kind of cartoon character cake. Well, the boy knows what kind of cartoon character I love. Haha. Kan you? To add in, yesterday during school, right after all my lessons have ended, we bumped into Mr.Ng. And this was what he said to both of us when he saw me and the boy over at the vending machine area near our classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: You both together uhk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: No uh cher, friend2 only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: Aiyah, don't cover up already la. Everday you both together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;in school, you think I don't know uhk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* both us just smiled *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: You both in the same group uhk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME &amp;amp; BOY: No la cher. I group 1, he group 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: You want me to put both of you in the same group or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME &amp;amp; BOY: Cher, no need cher. We don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: Last time also uhk, during my poly years, my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;same class as me. You both like 18 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: Haha. Teacher last time naughty boy uhk, 17 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;old already got girlfriend already. As long as you both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;study and help each other out, will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* the 3 of us laughed till we reached the elevator area *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was pretty shocked and paiseh la by what he said to me. I must admit, his the kind of "sporting" teacher who won't mind of his students dating each other or something. As long as it doesn't affect our studies, then he is fine with it. Hee. Then in the morning, at the amphitheatre, he talked to us again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: What time you both reached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* before we could answer, he asked us another question*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE:Where you both stay? You both stay very near uhk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME: No la cher. I stay at Yishun, he stay at Aljunied. Very far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: Which part of Yishun do you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* I told him where exactly *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE: So, you send her home everday la? After sending her home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;then you go home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BOY: Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* he gave us the smiles *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Awesome teacher. Haha. And I better be off now. I want to crash into bed. So long people. Take care. Mwakx. 5 MORE DAYS BABYYYY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-8579026074262999641?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8579026074262999641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8579026074262999641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-few-days-of-not-updating-blog-due.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/Sur4OOewBpI/AAAAAAAAIgE/a9cDpXkNPag/s72-c/P300509_09.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-281401182209202845</id><published>2009-10-26T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:03:47.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuW1vpSc4CI/AAAAAAAAIf8/QfKJaNkbrmk/s1600-h/Image0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396919558615130146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuW1vpSc4CI/AAAAAAAAIf8/QfKJaNkbrmk/s400/Image0218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, I got the chance to update my blog again after a few attempts in trying to access into my blogger account. Nearly gave up logging in and decided this was the last time that I'm going to try and log in for the day. And at last, I managed to access through my blog account. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;School was per normal except that I've to come to school extra earlier, by an hour just to meet the teacher in-charge of my group for the BIZ plan to discuss on our BIZ plan. Instead of reporting at 9am, we have to come to school at 8am. Pfft. I'm like really, really tired. Monday to Friday, I've to wake up like 5am in the morning just to reach school before 8am. But well, I guess this is how life goes on for me though. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;PM1 was purrrfffecccttt, I think. Well, a few parts of the discussion was actually quite awesome where everyone in the group starts shooting their ideas here and there and of course improvising each other's ideas. We've got everything lined up smoothly leaving with only the time line which is equivalent to the schedule of the whole project thingy. Let's hope that everything goes on good for the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PIC theory was at a much later time as in right after PM1. The lesson kinda suck a lot, pardon me for saying that. But well, the truth hurts, am I right? I did manage to copy down certain important notes and try to understand what Mr. Lee was trying to say. But I fail to grasp the way he elaborates certain important areas. What does that mean? It means that I've to start doing my own self-revision and self-study on other topics before he starts introducing it to the whole class out of the blue because we don't know which chapter he is talking about and we have to flip through our pages almost every time he changes his slide so that we can so called try to understand what he is talking about. So by self-study on other topicsin advance, I hope that I'll have a better and greater understanding on what he is trying to elaborate. Let's hope so. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunch was sweeeettt. I had lunch with the boy over at Cafe 1. While eating half-way through our food, Yazid &amp;amp; friends joined us for lunch. So we had a very hearty lunch and a very funny one though. Especially with Azli around to constantly tease both me and the boy through out the whole lunch time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SW? I semangat-semangat want to play badminton, then I ended up playing floorball with the boy instead because we was told by the teacher that there was no more badminton rackets. The other students from other classes have already taken their share of badminton rackets. There goes my semangat to play badminton. But well playing, floorball with the boys wasn't such a bad idea though. I was laughing my asses off almost like the whole of the game due to their harsh but funny antics while playing the game. To add in, my team won the boy's team. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy kept on telling me about the surprise because he wanted to keep me in suspense. Pfft. He was telling me that my eyes might be blindfolded or might not blindfolded. Grrr..I've got nothing else to say but just wait for my day to come by next week. Haha. COUNTDOWN: 9 more days. Got to crash into bed. So long people. Take care. Mwakx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-281401182209202845?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/281401182209202845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/281401182209202845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-i-got-chance-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuW1vpSc4CI/AAAAAAAAIf8/QfKJaNkbrmk/s72-c/Image0218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-2353033558186210225</id><published>2009-10-25T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:08:02.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuQ8ijHJLNI/AAAAAAAAIf0/1l-FyHLbqZM/s1600-h/reflection..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396504817735118034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuQ8ijHJLNI/AAAAAAAAIf0/1l-FyHLbqZM/s400/reflection..JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been doing my P&amp;amp;ID diagram for 5 consecutive hours and I've been straining my eyes like badly. And now its hurting badly, I tend to squint a lot now and then. I might be getting myself a new pair of glasses. Maybe only. Hee. Then I'm really going to turn into a wild nerd. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My weekend is basically boring because I've got nothing better to do except for mugging my ass out like totally. To add in, I totally love my driving practical just now despite the heavy rain which was like during the end of my driving practical. But it was totally fun, going up and down the slope and then doing the vertical parking. Awfully awesome, I like. Haha. Next practical, on Thursday after school. The boy offered to send me over to BBDC and wait for me till my practical ends. Hee. Sayang kamu la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of that, I've been so called keeping in touch with the ex-boyfriend, Daniel a.k.a Danny. Well, his in some kind of pathetic state and I'm sort of helping him out from being in this kind of pathetic state. Straight to the point, to change him, back to his old self. That's a tough job though. Well, what are friends for. Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hairul Nizam is in Aussie now to do his service in army and he has been leaving me text whenever he can. I guess I'll be meeting up with him when his back in Singapore. And I think he'll be getting me the birthday present made in Aussie. Haha. How sweet la the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Countdown to my birthday. 10 more days and I'm all sexcited about it. I have this half-hearted feeling to come to school on my birthday. Well, my birthday falls on a school day, which is Wednesday and also Wednesday happens to be my longest day of the week that I've to be in school. Why half-hearted? Its because Raj has been aiming to get back at me ever since the time where I actually sabotaged him with the cake. And I really have that strong feeling that I'm going to get sabotaged by him too. Pfft. The boy? Well, he has been telling me that I won't forget the surprise that he has planned for me on my birthday. 9-teen? So very the old. Haiz. Haha. I better be off now. So long people. Take care. Mwakx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-2353033558186210225?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/2353033558186210225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/2353033558186210225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-doing-my-p-diagram-for-5.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuQ8ijHJLNI/AAAAAAAAIf0/1l-FyHLbqZM/s72-c/reflection..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-2931937969791231150</id><published>2009-10-24T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:30:10.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuK-mtbNZyI/AAAAAAAAIfs/vRCLyV97alU/s1600-h/legally+eighteen..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396084875781302050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuK-mtbNZyI/AAAAAAAAIfs/vRCLyV97alU/s400/legally+eighteen..JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm rotting at home like really rot. I've got so much things to do. I've just cleaning up my cupboard full of clothings be it new or old. And I've decided to get rid some of  them. Why? Its because I can't fit into them like anymore. Its way tight for me now since I've grown a little wider and bigger, I think. Haha. I'm like 50 kilograms now. Use to be like only small, petite and weighing at only 35 kilograms. Look how big and wide I've grown now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enough of me being fat. Yesterday was really a tiring day for me, I was at school from like 8am till 6.30pm. Imagine me the time I spend in school. But thank gawd it was a fun day though. Street soccer..? My class actually managed to get into the semi-finals. Like seriously wee! Though there wasn't much of class bonding in terms of communication initially, we managed to actually tighten the loop holes in between all of us. Be it the communication part or whatsoever. Everything turned out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy actually played too though he was also one of the student leaders and he wasn't suppose to take part in it. Close one eye mah. Haha. And the boy played really well for second half of the last two matches. Sayang kamu la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've got my driving practical tomorrow in the morning. Like yeah, in the morning. Morning drives are quite fun though. For the fact that, there wouldn't be many people driving in the morning. So I've got the so called place to the minority people. For now, I better be going. So long people. Take care. Mwakx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-2931937969791231150?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/2931937969791231150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/2931937969791231150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-rotting-at-home-like-really-rot.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuK-mtbNZyI/AAAAAAAAIfs/vRCLyV97alU/s72-c/legally+eighteen..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-7548740776447179611</id><published>2009-10-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:50:49.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuBtz86pf9I/AAAAAAAAIfk/KDZdmZPIUh4/s1600-h/1_419337629l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433092882726866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuBtz86pf9I/AAAAAAAAIfk/KDZdmZPIUh4/s400/1_419337629l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My days were all fine, I think except for the long hours of having to stay in class just for a module. Its like  module can last for like 4 whole hours the maximum. I'll like rot in class during that particular long-winded module. But thank gawd, the lecturer always gives hour the 30 minutes break to unwind ourselves from all that stress we went through out the long-winded period of module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm quite sexcited about tomorrow's event, the street soccer event. Well, I'm involved in it though. I'm one of the student leaders who are in-charge of the whole street soccer tournament. I'm dealing with the public relations category. I think I'll be bringing along my cammy to snap some photographs though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm all packed now on my Thursday's, Saturday's and my Sunday's. I'll be having my practicals, my driving practicals. I'm leaving with 9 more and I'm off to taking my TP which will be in December 09, something like that. I'm so looking forward to get my licence. After getting my car licence, I'll enrol myself at BBDC again for the bike licence. Hee. Nak ride motor sendiri. Haha. Feeling-feeling minah rempit boleh tak? Haha. Tak boleh ehk? Never mind then. I better be going now. I've to wake up at 5am to get ready for school. So long people. Take care. Mwakx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-7548740776447179611?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7548740776447179611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/7548740776447179611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-days-were-all-fine-i-think-except.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/SuBtz86pf9I/AAAAAAAAIfk/KDZdmZPIUh4/s72-c/1_419337629l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-787917407366403602</id><published>2009-10-20T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:09:37.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/St2-hLvcbYI/AAAAAAAAIfc/wdhEZzc-h4I/s1600-h/love11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677405956468098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/St2-hLvcbYI/AAAAAAAAIfc/wdhEZzc-h4I/s400/love11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been actively updating my blog despite me having lots of stuff to revise on daily. Well, a 30 minutes spend on the internet, won't hurt. Right? Hee. School started off really early and I had breakfast with the boy over at Bedok wet market. The pratha and curry puff were really nice. It's highly recommended. Went off to school. First lesson was pretty sloppy. PM1. We have already started on our plan and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Second lesson was kind of disastrous for the first half an hour or so because of some students who actually kind of make Mr. Ng pissed off and he scolded the whole class which wasn't a good thing you see. Somehow he just flared up because he couldn't stand some of the students behaviour. And it somehow affects the majority of students who really wanted to study. Well, it was PHYSICS. Read: PHYSICS. And I totally suck at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Break time. Had lunch with the boy at Campus Heaven and watched some performances at the amphitheatre of our school which is also known as the forum. Hirzi's performance was the best, the street jazz dance. It really was awesome. Oh well, I've this thing for male hip-hop dancers. So I tend to drool a little. A LITTLE. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ENS practical went well. Those electric circuits were really fun to experiment and play with though I was a bit blur here and there. PTQA was totally awesome. With the powdered gloves that we were needed to wear as our PPE. All the while, we were making fun of the instruments being used for the experiment especially the pipette bulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Farm tour? I guess I'm going if the majority is which looks like it though. The others were pretty sexcited about getting to see their "favourite" animals like the chickens, cows and goats. Pfft. Shan't elaborate the reason though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went home with Yazid and friends. Didn't go home with the boy because he had CCA, track &amp;amp; field. Pfft. Never mind. He assured and promised me out of his own accord to send me back home tomorrow. Alighted at Chinatown because I was meeting the queen and sisters over there. I'm not really sure what they were there for in the first place. Had our early dinner and we walked over Chinatown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As per normal, when I say awesome stuff in terms of clothings and accesories, I tend to like eye for them and insert them into my personal and private MUST GET list. Haha. I was eyeing for lots of awesome stuff which is yet to be seen around town or Bugis. Hee. So I was intending to drag my dearest boy to Chinatown and go for shopping with him. And perhaps manicure ft. pedicure? Or maybe manicure only since I'm going to wear only shoes in school. So why the pedicure with all those nail art which will only be destroyed in the end because I'm wearing shoes everyday?What a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday? Yes, I'm turning 19 soons. Hee. 15 more days to my birthday and I'm all sexcited about it, I guess. Haha. Well, turning 19 is not such a big deal since I'm already legal. So I shan't really make a big hoo-haa about being 19 because I've already passed the legal age like long time ago which was like errrr.... a year back. Haha. All those clubbing moments and whatsoever shits is so last year. I still club and all but not that much nowadays. I'm not one fanatic shiet. I've already enjoyed enough. Clubbing is still clubbing. But I'm not a regular clubber like before. More to studies and school and family pleasseee. Haha. Kan Yazid? I better be off now. So yeah, so long people. Take care. Mwakx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-787917407366403602?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/787917407366403602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/787917407366403602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-actively-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/St2-hLvcbYI/AAAAAAAAIfc/wdhEZzc-h4I/s72-c/love11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22705396.post-8651619159294303911</id><published>2009-10-19T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:44:44.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/StyC9ZTE9HI/AAAAAAAAIfU/fZjjSu8mj3E/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394330444957545586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/StyC9ZTE9HI/AAAAAAAAIfU/fZjjSu8mj3E/s400/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to blogging again. I'm basically waiting for the clock to strike 12am now. Due to certain stuff. The boy knows what I mean. I went online because I wanted to get my slides, for Mr. Ng's modules but my black ink actually ran really low and it refused to print more notes on the powerpoint slides from me. Hereby, I'll have to print in school or just refer to Mr. Ng's powerpoints slides over in his laptop which is projected to the screen which is such a hassle, but better than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Turned up early for school to go through with the boy on the Chemistry practical and I was really into Chemistry till I got myself all jumbled up with the stuff that I'm currently learning. Haha. I get all blur when I'm in a mess. Pfft. Thank gawd, the boy was always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its the boy's brother, Nurhidayat's birthday tomorrow and he'll be turning 6 years old tomorrow, yes his in K2. He'll always talk to me on the phone whenever I'm on the phone with the big brother. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;School was just nice with PM1 as our first lesson, which was fcuktard boring because we had to do something like the biz plan all over again, which was sucky. Pfft. And we had our PIC1 for like only  an hour fifteen minutes because of the spot check being conducted by Mr.Ng for proper attire and hair problems, something like that. PIC1, it really was a waste of time la because to actually understand this particular module, we had to really absorb and catch what Mr. Lee the lecturer who speaks like the choo-choo train on what he is trying to explain. Trust me he never gives his students a chance to copy down notes from his slides because he thinks its KISS. K= Keep I=It S=Simple S=Stupid. Which is not relevant la because that's how we actually absorb and learn by taking down his notes, whatever his trying to do is not working out on us. Perhaps some like the boy and Gazali. Somehow, the boy understood more than what Gazali could. In addition, Mr. Lee gave so much attention to the boy, well he was paying attention, and I'm not because I basically pissed with the way he was teaching us, the part when we can't copy his notes and all. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had our break after that and off to SW. Well SW was pretty much sloppy because many of the students in our class, didn't turn up. Some thought that our SW will  be just like last week, while some were just plain lazy to turn up. Nevertheless, we had lots of fun. We headed to the gym and I managed to try out the treadmill. I was so called being trained by the boy because he had always wanted me to go gym to work out due to me being a lil' fat. Lil' only hor.Haha. After that, we played badminton. I suck at playing badminton but somehow I actually played better than Gazali. Which was like WOW for me but a great dissapointment for him. Haha. Yazid, tennis player kan Emika. Lol-ness. I better be off now. Want to sleep. I have to wake up at 5am tomorrow, it'll be a long day for me tomorrow. So long people. Take care. Mwakx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22705396-8651619159294303911?l=define-emika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8651619159294303911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22705396/posts/default/8651619159294303911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://define-emika.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>emika.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14319014551580324561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05779940553257588098'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0IPqBk9FyA/StyC9ZTE9HI/AAAAAAAAIfU/fZjjSu8mj3E/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>