<?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-5503567638975039048</id><updated>2009-11-14T19:28:12.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk With Mocha ♥ Konea K :)</title><subtitle type='html'>♣ Yep, you found her. ♣</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-4418334721628031181</id><published>2009-11-14T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:28:12.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new tracklover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My bie. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing beats the feeling of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;Loved by someone you never thought would.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to accept. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Me love you bie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipbWrEqmp10&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipbWrEqmp10&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see&lt;br /&gt;Painted faces fill the places I can't reach&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you and all you know and how you speak&lt;br /&gt;Countless lovers under cover of the street&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me, someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me, somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now, I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now, I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now, I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ you Mr.A. :)&lt;br /&gt;The world might not know you just yet, but they will. Somehow they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-4418334721628031181?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4418334721628031181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=4418334721628031181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/4418334721628031181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/4418334721628031181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-bie.html' title='My bie. :)'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-1207722494844944233</id><published>2009-11-13T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:21:54.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Woaaah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvzCeh6pDCI/AAAAAAAADHM/cKwXMsHdB4o/s1600-h/ABCD0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvzCeh6pDCI/AAAAAAAADHM/cKwXMsHdB4o/s400/ABCD0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403407482693946402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I'm surrounded by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I need to shove them away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. My love is coming back soon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not ready to meet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;5. Love is crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't believe I don't believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;7. Love exists.&lt;br /&gt;8. Eating healthy IS LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;9. Water is LOOOVE.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracklover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is my current love. Bieeee! ♥&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;Loooveee Looooveee Looooveeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D School's OVERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;Holidays = LOOOOVEEEE! :P&lt;br /&gt;Training mode: ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-1207722494844944233?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1207722494844944233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=1207722494844944233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1207722494844944233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1207722494844944233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/woaaah.html' title='Woaaah.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvzCeh6pDCI/AAAAAAAADHM/cKwXMsHdB4o/s72-c/ABCD0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-6255447593282790022</id><published>2009-11-11T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:49:41.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KRS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marching'/><title type='text'>Finally, THANK GOD! We won! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvpQZwHvL4I/AAAAAAAADHE/X2gWEKXg7Cw/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvpQZwHvL4I/AAAAAAAADHE/X2gWEKXg7Cw/s400/DSC00779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402719106328637314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 3 years of competing, finally on the 3rd year, WE WON! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kadet Remaja Sekolah (KRS) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;was crowned as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;overall champion&lt;/span&gt; for the first time! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Which I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lead&lt;/span&gt;, for the first time ever! MUAHAHAHAH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for the support!&lt;br /&gt;To those who wished us before and after the competition, thank you, THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;And also to my loved ones, haha, I know right, we won? Thank you for the wish!&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a last minute preparation*again*, I'm really proud of my girls. I didn't expect them to do so well like they did! I was having goosebumps while I was giving the commands. *uiseh*.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect us to win. There was a team who was far better than us, that's what I thought at first.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong. We did good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM SO HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why I'm living. To achieve success. HAHAHAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I love my members.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I did good as a captain. =)&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry if I shouted in your faces! haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;You girls did well! Thank you for coming for all the practice sessions, and thanks for cooperating with me! :P&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't stop SMIIIILIIINNGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-6255447593282790022?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6255447593282790022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=6255447593282790022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/6255447593282790022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/6255447593282790022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-thank-god-we-won.html' title='Finally, THANK GOD! We won! ♥'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvpQZwHvL4I/AAAAAAAADHE/X2gWEKXg7Cw/s72-c/DSC00779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-8147000151395087495</id><published>2009-11-10T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:45:55.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodnight'/><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's my bie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm his tracklover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuff said. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-8147000151395087495?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8147000151395087495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=8147000151395087495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8147000151395087495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8147000151395087495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-2831965736123462901</id><published>2009-11-10T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:42:38.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nickelback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everly brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two is better than one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossible love'/><title type='text'>Weeeeeee haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Jumps around in a happy mode!*&lt;br /&gt;Working out does the body goooooooood. :) Black coffee's nice! And, love is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But losing someone you love kills tho. So I'd prefer to love the people who loves me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sticking with diarist, because he won't hurt me. I hope?&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to panda, because no matter what, he'll try his best to keep me safe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging out with my girls, because they curve a huge smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind arguing with my family members, after all, they are a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take people who tend to hurt me, so I'm just gonna let it be, smile, and just watch them run their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who made a mistake. So I deserve to have this.&lt;br /&gt;I've made a lot of mistakes. A lot. a lot lot lot lot.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy again! I wanna be meeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a right solution to this thing, it would be me telling myself 'NO'. Being the 'I think it'll be fine' girl that I am, it's as if I'm creating my own 'tsunami'. Okay whatever I just said. I'm blogging with pure coffee in my system okay. I love love love loooove coffee! I can live with coffee alone. In a day, without consuming any food. Will that work? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had the sweetest sleep last night. A sleep without any dreams, oh my god, HEAVEN! I can't stand sleeping and having dreams, especially dreams which tends to jump from one story to another ! Don't you ever feel so exhausted when you dream? It's like you're doing you're daily routine as usual, but IN YOUR SLEEP! Sleeps are meant for us to rest our mind and body. Dreaming does not help! Dammit. Dreams which involves the guy of your dreams, that's a good dream, but it gives u false hope. Hahaha! Guys like that don't exist. *sigh* I'm only 15~ 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 15 ~ Wait till I'm. . . at LEAST 18. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si Arizan bilang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nanti lepas 20, kalau break, susah suda mau cari tu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! If laidat, no need lah. No need. No neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed. I want money. I love money. I must HAVE MONEY. Once I have money, I'll have my own Beemer, then I'll get my own house. I will live ALL ON MY OWN. Then next, my own GYM. Wait, that should come first since that's where I'll get the money to get my CAR and MY HOUSE. hahahahaha! :D Then then, okay and then wat? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dreams. DREAAMMMS DREAAMS DREAAAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fW7MoINvQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fW7MoINvQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all the dreaming and stuff, and once u got it, in the end you'll need an other half right? DAMN IT. Why am I trying so so so so soooo hard to push love away? Shooooooooo! =( It's because LOVE IS EVIL! LOVE IS WICKED. LOVE IS A WITCH! Buek. BUEEEKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cause two is better than one? Oh really? Why don't I believe in that anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I seriously think I'm gonna grow 20 and still have no love. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:D Strict oh saya kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I wonder who'll get my heart? I wonder who, and I wonder how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because. I don't want something that stays for a month ONLY and then THAT'S IT.&lt;br /&gt;I want something that goes on for years, and if possible which lasts a lifetime. Why? Because, YES, I'm that old-fashioned girl. I want MY FAIRYTALE. Hahahahaha! I can't love one, and then move on to one. When I say 'I love you', I mean it. I think about it. I have a thought about it first. But when I said it, but then realize it's not worth it, that's when I know, IT'S A MISTAKE. I don't regret, I just feel stupid. I don't get angry, I just feel bad for myself. Haha. My luck's always like this. Sigghhh mengapakah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bagus lagi saya bercerita sama si diary 24 jam sehari...... Ada faedah lagi. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc_78acMBn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc_78acMBn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not gonna be alone. Kenapalah teda this, or teda that. I don't need them. I want a permanent dose of happiness, not one that stays for a week or two, then it turns into something so bitter which leaves you crumbling. Haihhhh. I cannot believe I'm saying this, but I'm just gonna say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't believe in love anymore. Nuff said. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm capable of loving, but I'm not capable of believing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh crap, KONEA KAMIN DOESN'T BELIEVE IN LOVE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the caffeine's doing the blogging mind you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to face you. I don't know how to say it. I don't know what will I do. I may fall all over again or I may just walk pass by you. I have no idea what's gonna happen. I really have no idea. I do not know what's all this. This moment I'm having, it's MY reality check. It was a fantasy back when you were here, was just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I got my wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Haih, kicik2 pun mau bersinta. Budu. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost:&lt;br /&gt;Get my shower. HAHAHAHAHA! It's almost 10 and I'm still covered in sweat. Exercise bahhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cleaning the house. Too many dust bunnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Texting people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Maybe blog again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Facebook-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Make lunch for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Probably read some books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Get myself some coffee. Or maybe not? Does coffee make you fat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then maybe I'll be clearing my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eat chewing gum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Man I'm really bad in planning my daily routine. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, weight training.&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT TRAINING! ♥&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the school holidays. Pagi, petang, malam, TRAIIINIIIINNGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow mochaaa~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-2831965736123462901?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/2831965736123462901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=2831965736123462901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/2831965736123462901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/2831965736123462901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/weeeeeee-haha.html' title='Weeeeeee haha!'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-8348878622313272661</id><published>2009-11-08T07:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:50:28.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blur'/><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYTOt4A6XI/AAAAAAAADG0/3lfWhm8LGXU/s1600-h/15947_1139059767033_1543568399_30401890_2097378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYTOt4A6XI/AAAAAAAADG0/3lfWhm8LGXU/s400/15947_1139059767033_1543568399_30401890_2097378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401525946631121266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one's gonna be a proper post. I promise. :) The posts before this were just posted to express how I really felt, I couldn't get them into words because what I felt was just too deep. Haha! I'm only 15 and I'm already feeling things. Imagine what it would be when I'm 20? I think I have a high chance of becoming someone really psychotic nieeee. . . :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Sunday everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to say the truth that right after PMR, everything in my life just went terribly wrong. As if I have nothing to look forward to and I couldn't get back on track. Training was just hell and of course my performance sucked so badly that it was a wake up call for me. Every morning was hell. I had to drag myself up every morning to go to school cos I know, school's just hell for these past few weeks. The school planned some good activities for us, at least they&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'sound'&lt;/span&gt; good but they failed to carry those plans out the right way. It all just went so wrong and we, the students, had to bear with angry teachers, not to mention them pushing us here and there. I'd rather go through PMR once more than having to deal with them, and I'm saying this straight from my heart. I'm not mentioning any names, but majority of the students just dislike this oneeeeeee teacher cos of her attitude. *sigh* Everything's just so right when it comes to what she says, even though its obviously wrong! And the school IS TERRIBLE in managing their own schedules. All the activities clashed with each other. For instance, they want us to practice our marching formations because we only have like what, less than 5 days to practice? BUT! They didn't even provide us the time to practice! And they expect us to do well. I'll never hire these kind of people when I'm on top one day. I'm seriously pissed. I love my school, but I loathe how the school manages us , the students. I am pissed. This is why I am so fatigue everyday, I can't even do well in my training becos of this SHIT. Emo moment number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo moment number 2. I've made so many mistakes this yeaarrrr! After letting go of my other half *sort of*, troubles just couldn't seem to stop coming! I know. . . I know. . . It's just not the right thing when you guys see it in your way, but as for me, it was the right, 'betul', and 'tepat' thing to do. Okay. That's when I thought my problem was solved. Then I got into another one, I have no idea why do I have to always get stuck into people's business. I didn't mean to, it's just my luck! Damn it. Maybe God just didn't want me to let go of my 'other half' just yet. Whatever that was. And yes I got into a big trouble and I was emotionally and mentally disturbed. Everything just got to me and I told myself, "What is this? I don't deserve to be treated like this."That's when I learned how to let go and find another happiness. Another happiness which meant one. . . I do not know how 4 came and THAT wasn't happiness. They're all a mistake! I turned them into a mistake and right now, I do not know how am I supposed to handle all of this. I am so sorry. I do not know which is the right one at the moment. All's just so wrong. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo moment number 3. I'm not feeling my training. I feel so fat. I feel so heavy and I don't feel like a runner. I feel like a pig. I feel like a hippo. I have fat thighs and I do NOT know how to get rid of them. I'm officially on a diet and trying to lose weight till I finally reach 48kgs. My main aim was 50, but I was like, "hey what the hell, let's do it this time." But diet is just hell. It's as tough as hell. Cos I'm not good in it. I'm just a girl, a normal girl. And a normal girl tends to break all the diet rules and it hurts. Hurts so terribly. But it hurts more to be fat. *sigh* 48 48 48 48 48 48 48 48 48 48!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Done with the emo moment.&lt;br /&gt;Let's  begin with the happy moment. Which I only have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dengan ini, saya merasmikan bahawa. . . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ARIZAN ARIFFIN GADAIT&lt;/span&gt;, nama anda telah muncul dalam blog saya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Budu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really do not have a happy moment in my life right now. I'm just so effin' stressed and diarist, ko ja la harapan bangsa dan negara! haha! It's like when there's 5 people textin' me at one time, sometimes I only replied yours, because, I was forced to promise! HAHAHAHA! No bah, it's because you're not like them, you're just different ni. Haihhhh. I don't have to think so much, all I have to do is answer your questions, which is pretty easy because they're all about running and I don't have to dig deep inside my heart to find the answer. Hahaha, ko faham ka ni diarist? You and your jokes, HAHAHA! Eeeee gila la ko ni diarist, only with you ja I can be like this. Bah, our Sunday routine officially began today ah, next week 3 rounds! I went for a run with him tadi, hahahahaha, ni la ni, bahagia oh diarist sama diary kan? HAHAHAHA! Haihhh this is my happy moment. Sama si Arizan yang memang boleh diharap la if you wanna release stress. He'll lend his shoulder without him himself knowing it. Hebat kan? Haha! Ui, parents kita berkenal pula kan? hahahahahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is gonna be a very long month. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures during some prefectorial thingy at the beach. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS5X9rxEI/AAAAAAAADGs/b6hDr-ozdic/s1600-h/15947_1139065527177_1543568399_30401912_2851760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS5X9rxEI/AAAAAAAADGs/b6hDr-ozdic/s400/15947_1139065527177_1543568399_30401912_2851760_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401525579972068418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS5EWud4I/AAAAAAAADGk/1pxYAbWumto/s1600-h/15947_1139100648055_1543568399_30402221_6035624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS5EWud4I/AAAAAAAADGk/1pxYAbWumto/s400/15947_1139100648055_1543568399_30402221_6035624_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401525574708393858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS42XV0GI/AAAAAAAADGc/RP9oPctJDpw/s1600-h/15947_1139094047890_1543568399_30402156_1863666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS42XV0GI/AAAAAAAADGc/RP9oPctJDpw/s400/15947_1139094047890_1543568399_30402156_1863666_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401525570952876130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS4ixuPhI/AAAAAAAADGU/0gqYF_1ayHw/s1600-h/15947_1139121288571_1543568399_30402438_2344962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS4ixuPhI/AAAAAAAADGU/0gqYF_1ayHw/s400/15947_1139121288571_1543568399_30402438_2344962_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401525565694819858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS4Z1zvkI/AAAAAAAADGM/gpsVyVYfTAM/s1600-h/13665_167693102919_770412919_2661572_2000112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYS4Z1zvkI/AAAAAAAADGM/gpsVyVYfTAM/s400/13665_167693102919_770412919_2661572_2000112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401525563296038466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNE MORROW LINDBERGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;C.S LEWIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Roy Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not only for what you are&lt;br /&gt;But for what I am&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on stress mode.&lt;br /&gt;Still on waiting mode.&lt;br /&gt;Still on blurr mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But diet mode: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 48 48!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-8348878622313272661?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8348878622313272661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=8348878622313272661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8348878622313272661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8348878622313272661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-sunday.html' title='Good Morning Sunday :)'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SvYTOt4A6XI/AAAAAAAADG0/3lfWhm8LGXU/s72-c/15947_1139059767033_1543568399_30401890_2097378_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-8949256931870148630</id><published>2009-11-08T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:17:20.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Stepping up the game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must not slack. Must get on track.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from tomorrow, I'm stepping it up.&lt;br /&gt;Main goal: 48!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48 48 48 48!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Long run with si DIARIST tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-8949256931870148630?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8949256931870148630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=8949256931870148630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8949256931870148630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8949256931870148630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/stepping-up-game.html' title='Stepping up the game.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-1802516019488998073</id><published>2009-11-07T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:42:24.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><title type='text'>Out of place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never felt so burden, stressed and out of place all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so guilty in my life yet I don't know how to get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;Stressed. Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;STRESSSEEEDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never felt so down in my whole entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-1802516019488998073?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1802516019488998073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=1802516019488998073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1802516019488998073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1802516019488998073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-of-place.html' title='Out of place.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-537083305688649742</id><published>2009-11-05T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:52:03.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracklover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You put a smile on my face every night before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;The last person's voice I'd listen to every nite before I close my eyes would be yours.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to fall so deeply &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihhhh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;my wimau&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-537083305688649742?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/537083305688649742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=537083305688649742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/537083305688649742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/537083305688649742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-7985930801607112474</id><published>2009-11-04T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:41:36.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I told you guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing else matters more than being loved by the person you never thought would&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; still be there&lt;/span&gt; for you even though how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;you've wrecked him and tore his heart into pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're back. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-7985930801607112474?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/7985930801607112474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=7985930801607112474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/7985930801607112474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/7985930801607112474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-told-you-guys.html' title='I told you guys.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-4483130131956939835</id><published>2009-11-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:23:18.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><title type='text'>" Babyyyyy. :) "</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQrSyOvRMzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQrSyOvRMzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku akui ku sangat sangat menginginkan mu&lt;br /&gt;Namun kusadari ku diantara kalian&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mengerti ini semua harus terjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku akui ku sangat sangat mengharapkan mu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kini ku sadar ku tak akan bisa&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mengerti ini semua harus terjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupakan aku kembali padanya&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan siapa siapa untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Ku cintaimu tak berarti bahwa ku harus milikimu slamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku akui ku sangat menginginkan mu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kusadari ku diantara kalian&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mengerti ini semua harus terjadi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:: Should I say 'yes'? Or 'No'?&lt;br /&gt;:: To love or BE loved?&lt;br /&gt;:: Put people first, or put myself first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;25 more days&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-4483130131956939835?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4483130131956939835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=4483130131956939835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/4483130131956939835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/4483130131956939835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/babyyyyy.html' title='&quot; Babyyyyy. :) &quot;'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-8652382703335788575</id><published>2009-11-02T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:33:11.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random afternoon'/><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I telah diperkosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-8652382703335788575?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8652382703335788575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=8652382703335788575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8652382703335788575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8652382703335788575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/11/hahahahahaa.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAA!'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-6657936103488805305</id><published>2009-10-31T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:53:42.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='put your dream to the test'/><title type='text'>Konea Kamin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Blog is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently reading this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuwIPGHiitI/AAAAAAAADGE/qnuHLB3Y06k/s1600-h/225_350_book-40-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuwIPGHiitI/AAAAAAAADGE/qnuHLB3Y06k/s400/225_350_book-40-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398699108743678674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put Your Dream To The Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm feeling good again. I bet it was the PMS or whatever that was. It's gonna be a busy busy month. Another 2 more weeks of school and it will be over! Another month till I get to meet the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'One'&lt;/span&gt; and another two more months till the day I'll be seeing Mr.2010. Aiyayayy~ How time flies. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to reading! :)&lt;br /&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/5503567638975039048-6657936103488805305?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6657936103488805305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=6657936103488805305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/6657936103488805305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/6657936103488805305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/konea-kamin.html' title='Konea Kamin.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuwIPGHiitI/AAAAAAAADGE/qnuHLB3Y06k/s72-c/225_350_book-40-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-7993420777962666917</id><published>2009-10-29T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:07:54.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>Posts deleted. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just got back from Kinarut. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*deleted a lot of my previous posts which I felt shouldn't be read from any party. Feelings should just be kept inside. No matter how much it hurts or even kills, never show it. Lie if you have to. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiirrrrrriiiinnggggggg. :(&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of thinking there again.&lt;br /&gt;And I've summed it all up. . .&lt;br /&gt;To this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Build a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wall this time. :) You're not falling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KONEA'S BAAACCCKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;weeeehuuuu~ WOOOOOHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SukwjZcUjYI/AAAAAAAADE0/Jl1YSxyaM8s/s1600-h/13745_159109243234_577043234_2697357_3330112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SukwjZcUjYI/AAAAAAAADE0/Jl1YSxyaM8s/s400/13745_159109243234_577043234_2697357_3330112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397899013063478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcbJqr5lpN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcbJqr5lpN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ain't letting anyone, or any love bring me down. :) Shhcuse me, make way for me! MEEE~ and me. :) Will be in form 4 next year! YEAY YEAY~ :D Hopefully I'll get into Science Stream &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;even tho I know that's not my first choice*&lt;/span&gt; and I'll take up accounts. :D Science stream is just a way to back me up. . :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*just in case I don't make it with accounts. haha*&lt;/span&gt; Weee! :D Right after form 4, then form 5, THEN! :D I wanna go. . . I wanna goooooo! I wanna go go go go go go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm such a dreamer. Oh right, then next year, off to the Philippines baby! But I'm not doing so well at the moment, sort of lost my mood these few days, but ITS ALLLRRRIIGHT! Will get it back today and there's no turning back! :D Woooh. Next Thursday it'll be our school's cross country, I'll try to GET SOME POINTS instead of winning it this time. . . wait. . OH DAMN IT! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to win. :D &lt;/span&gt;Muahahahah~ I'll try my best to win. :D If I don't win this I'll just cry till my eyes bleed and once they run out of blood, that's when I'll stop. :P Ahhh cross country, why oh why must you exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to finish high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't wait to further my studies!&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't wait to struggle on my own!&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*censored* &lt;/span&gt;while I'm making my way to the top. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be out there&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, somewhere.&lt;/span&gt; Just, not the right time yet. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~ :)&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm making my way there. Just watch me world, just watch me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that. .&lt;br /&gt;TIDUR!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah. :P *nap time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-7993420777962666917?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/7993420777962666917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=7993420777962666917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/7993420777962666917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/7993420777962666917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/posts-deleted.html' title='Posts deleted. :)'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SukwjZcUjYI/AAAAAAAADE0/Jl1YSxyaM8s/s72-c/13745_159109243234_577043234_2697357_3330112_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-8636148170984949001</id><published>2009-10-24T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:06:57.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persian cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaya Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanjung Aru Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossible love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabah'/><title type='text'>GAYA STREEEEEEEEEET! :D * and the rest of our Sunday outing!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got back from traaack.&lt;br /&gt;And I got myself a new pair of shoes~ It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;And it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reebok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*right, I've never worn Reebok before, but I'm gonna deal with this one, Nike can wait. :P *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the freakin exhaustin Kawad T.Y.T and the next one coming up will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CROSS COUNTRY!&lt;/span&gt; Oh my lord, someone save me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I promised to do a post about cats, animal rights and so on right? This post has it! :D It was a veryyy veryyy long Sunday and it's one of those Sundays where I just had so so so so much fun~ :D Buek~ jealous? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up realllyyy early that Sunday. How early?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 8AM! BAAAAAAM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*hahahaha early la konon dat? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early for a Sunday bah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister wasn't awake yet, so I went online la, and texted her telling her to wake up. I was very excited because. .  On that day, I was going to get myself. . . my NEW FOUND LOVE! :D Which I already did and I'm loving it. :D Like I said, I'm so freakin' satisfied with it. :) Right, so back to the story. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLuHa5LD3I/AAAAAAAADEU/4nM7fYbyZbg/s1600-h/DSC07192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLuHa5LD3I/AAAAAAAADEU/4nM7fYbyZbg/s320/DSC07192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396137114788892530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She replied my text and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"We'll leave at 10am. . ." &lt;/span&gt;and I knew she was still snoring and snuggling with her pillow . Grr~ But being the patient girl that I was, I stayed online and glued my eyes to the computer. Ahhh, life after PMR's a total bliss ey? :P Ok right so the photo above is when we got ready and was already on the way to. . .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAYA STREET! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bond Street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaya Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; located in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.sabahtourism.com/sabah-malaysian-borneo/en/destination/district/1-kota-kinabalu-capital-city/" id="link" class="link"&gt;Kota Kinabalu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Central Business District has been the centre of business for over a hundred years. The wooden shops with nipah roofs are long gone but here is where generations-old family businesses are still thriving passed down from father to son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every Sunday morning, the length of Gaya Street is closed off to traffic to make way for the Fair. Shop for anything under shady trees and over-sized umbrellas, like batik sarongs, fruits and flowers, arts and craft, footwear, antiques and souvenirs, cakes, even pets and herbs!. This is the best place to experience the cross-section of the local population when entire families enjoy a Sunday outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gaya Street Fair is on every Sunday from 6.30 am to 1.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLuG6ITsPI/AAAAAAAADEM/pdgNv3LM9-0/s1600-h/DSC07194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLuG6ITsPI/AAAAAAAADEM/pdgNv3LM9-0/s320/DSC07194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396137105994002674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been awhile since we went to Gaya Street because. . it often gets too crowded and obviously it was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; VERY CROWDED&lt;/span&gt; on that day. . But for some reason, it was VERY SHIOK! :D Haha. . WE were eager to see rabbits. . and. . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mimings&lt;/span&gt; as in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tingau &lt;/span&gt;or a.k.a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D Haha! We tried our best to look like tourists. . :P But I bet to no avail because my Sabahan slang is too too. . . kuat~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;doi. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLuGj0C0JI/AAAAAAAADEE/gBtoUWvs2R8/s1600-h/DSC07195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLuGj0C0JI/AAAAAAAADEE/gBtoUWvs2R8/s320/DSC07195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396137100003430546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPET~ :P Morning face~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt60HqCUI/AAAAAAAADD8/yV4JLX8qXko/s1600-h/DSC07196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt60HqCUI/AAAAAAAADD8/yV4JLX8qXko/s320/DSC07196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136898222229826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We found RABBITS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We love rabbits. We like to touch them. I like to hold them. But. . I wouldn't wanna own them. Rabbit's are so. .  boring. -.- They're cute. . But they're boring. . They don't keep you company. . They &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;don't rub their body against you&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sayang sayang you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; THEY JUST DON'T DO THAT! So. . rabbits are off my list of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 'pets to own when I'm married'&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt6rvr2PI/AAAAAAAADD0/BFKq-sUIP_o/s1600-h/DSC07197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt6rvr2PI/AAAAAAAADD0/BFKq-sUIP_o/s320/DSC07197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136895974201586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the hell is THAT SO FLUFFFFFFFFFYYY! @____@~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt6Vz3TrI/AAAAAAAADDs/NUEtqzwGegk/s1600-h/DSC07198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt6Vz3TrI/AAAAAAAADDs/NUEtqzwGegk/s320/DSC07198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136890086149810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look.&lt;br /&gt;Bugs bunnies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sedap kah if kena masak this? :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt6InSKwI/AAAAAAAADDk/vLc7y48E0PI/s1600-h/DSC07199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt6InSKwI/AAAAAAAADDk/vLc7y48E0PI/s320/DSC07199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136886543723266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ervina Erfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Tantini Kamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D.&lt;br /&gt;Vain princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt53DB5ZI/AAAAAAAADDc/9m-U1Y8E6GI/s1600-h/DSC07200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLt53DB5ZI/AAAAAAAADDc/9m-U1Y8E6GI/s320/DSC07200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136881828259218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK WHAT WE FOOOUUUNDDD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We walked a bit further searching high and low for cats. . and we found. . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SUPER FREAKIN' ADORABLE PERSIAN BABIES!&lt;/span&gt; Eh I mean kittens :D. I was sooooo excited. . hahaha. But then as I look closely, I got so pissed because. . the cats were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DYING&lt;/span&gt; of heat~ The owner didn't even place water for the kittens to drink?! Annnnnd he was fanning the kittens with NEWSPAPER? Like what?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;U think the kittens can feel the air just by flabbing-whatever-newspaper-up and down only meh?! Ni siao ah!??!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*clearly I was being very emotional . . . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still am when my thoughts flew back to that day! UGGH.&lt;br /&gt;Animal rights. ANIMAL RIIIGHTTSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtfubzZqI/AAAAAAAADDU/ZhbD1tlzpQg/s1600-h/DSC07203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtfubzZqI/AAAAAAAADDU/ZhbD1tlzpQg/s320/DSC07203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136432839648930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looooooooooook. :( The kitten was in agony and. . was feeling the heat! :( Yerrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Why bah this human beings so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot bring fan meh!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;:( I'm having my emotional moment! *ish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtfVy88qI/AAAAAAAADDM/J1cadg67Ou4/s1600-h/DSC07205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtfVy88qI/AAAAAAAADDM/J1cadg67Ou4/s320/DSC07205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136426225857186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*back to jumpy mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got dogs also~ hahahah! This is what I love most about Gaya Street! So many fury animals caaaaaan~~~ :D I feel like opening the cage and just snatch this puppy away~ Sadly, I can't. *sighs* Even if I could, I'd be chased around with a 'parang' and will end up with having. . no head. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtfPApl2I/AAAAAAAADDE/06BPX0_a05c/s1600-h/DSC07206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtfPApl2I/AAAAAAAADDE/06BPX0_a05c/s320/DSC07206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136424404260706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEHHHH CUTE ~&lt;br /&gt;*gebugebugebuuness~*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLte5mEPpI/AAAAAAAADC8/I_V1Cx0ePeU/s1600-h/DSC07207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLte5mEPpI/AAAAAAAADC8/I_V1Cx0ePeU/s320/DSC07207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136418655616658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai tourists-tourists sekalian~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtenJjl1I/AAAAAAAADC0/46tok6Q051I/s1600-h/DSC07208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLtenJjl1I/AAAAAAAADC0/46tok6Q051I/s320/DSC07208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396136413704197970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erfie and I. ;)&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs4mUCAyI/AAAAAAAADCk/IzWH-_VWgYs/s1600-h/DSC07212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs4mUCAyI/AAAAAAAADCk/IzWH-_VWgYs/s320/DSC07212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135760644670242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs4YJiGHI/AAAAAAAADCc/aTQY2BnBzC4/s1600-h/DSC07218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs4YJiGHI/AAAAAAAADCc/aTQY2BnBzC4/s320/DSC07218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135756842539122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wondering if those dogs were for sale. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked. . and walked. . and walked some more. .&lt;br /&gt;and I came across this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs3-ci1EI/AAAAAAAADCU/SOQ0oqJEDPA/s1600-h/DSC07219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs3-ci1EI/AAAAAAAADCU/SOQ0oqJEDPA/s320/DSC07219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135749942957122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A KITTEN THAT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY MIMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*screams hysterically!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuL9pXRH3-I/AAAAAAAADEc/JNcI7nWpv7k/s1600-h/DSC06242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuL9pXRH3-I/AAAAAAAADEc/JNcI7nWpv7k/s320/DSC06242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396154190605574114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And world. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Meet FATTY A.K.A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;MIMING&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs3q898DI/AAAAAAAADCM/7_zAVz4cNOA/s1600-h/DSC07221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLs3q898DI/AAAAAAAADCM/7_zAVz4cNOA/s320/DSC07221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135744710242354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's how Miming should've looked like when he was still a baby!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;adorableness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsjxwDchI/AAAAAAAADCE/XrCDNXw1YBg/s1600-h/DSC07222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsjxwDchI/AAAAAAAADCE/XrCDNXw1YBg/s320/DSC07222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135402937741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Baby wan dis! :D Miau miau miauuu~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsjvUZQlI/AAAAAAAADB8/VMSifB7ohjg/s1600-h/DSC07224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsjvUZQlI/AAAAAAAADB8/VMSifB7ohjg/s320/DSC07224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135402284859986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;SUPERSTAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha mana mau cari kan? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsjQxC_ZI/AAAAAAAADB0/J1YdzqRwdrI/s1600-h/DSC07223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsjQxC_ZI/AAAAAAAADB0/J1YdzqRwdrI/s320/DSC07223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135394083536274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erfie and. . the plastic starfish :D&lt;br /&gt;She was like. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"OCHEE OCHEE! Take my pic with this! Tidak original pun it's ok la asalkan plastic pun jadie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the whooollleee round and found ourselves sweaty like mad. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *censored*&lt;/span&gt; to get my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *censored**censored**censored*&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm satisfied. HAHAHA. Esehh, full of suspense right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Grace Point to have our lunch! :D Basically it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'PIGGING OUT DAY&lt;/span&gt;' because all we did was eaaaatt eaaattt eaaat.&lt;br /&gt;And I joined as well! haha. Sudah gemuk, mauuu lagi tambah gemuk! HEBAT! Sangat bagus. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our food. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsi5SCbmI/AAAAAAAADBs/kZrADHQi-xM/s1600-h/DSC07234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsi5SCbmI/AAAAAAAADBs/kZrADHQi-xM/s320/DSC07234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135387779460706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsipt1CMI/AAAAAAAADBk/O-FryM9aNx8/s1600-h/DSC07226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsipt1CMI/AAAAAAAADBk/O-FryM9aNx8/s320/DSC07226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135383601055938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsIv2rDuI/AAAAAAAADBc/nNQpfMGkbdA/s1600-h/DSC07227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsIv2rDuI/AAAAAAAADBc/nNQpfMGkbdA/s320/DSC07227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134938572164834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsISFZb0I/AAAAAAAADBU/eBl1D46GiyU/s1600-h/DSC07230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsISFZb0I/AAAAAAAADBU/eBl1D46GiyU/s320/DSC07230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134930580860738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, can basi oso waiting for food. . *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;But after the food arrived. . . &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*salivates*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninie's food! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsIFGgUUI/AAAAAAAADBM/p-MX56kN9ZE/s1600-h/DSC07238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsIFGgUUI/AAAAAAAADBM/p-MX56kN9ZE/s320/DSC07238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134927095845186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsHwRVWAI/AAAAAAAADBE/fZ9DWbMbZ1s/s1600-h/DSC07239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsHwRVWAI/AAAAAAAADBE/fZ9DWbMbZ1s/s320/DSC07239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134921504118786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konea's food! a.k.a Mine la bah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsHr4JNoI/AAAAAAAADA8/QyG63q9kveI/s1600-h/DSC07240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLsHr4JNoI/AAAAAAAADA8/QyG63q9kveI/s320/DSC07240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134920324724354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrfvH8TKI/AAAAAAAADA0/6K_UpGoq3so/s1600-h/DSC07241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrfvH8TKI/AAAAAAAADA0/6K_UpGoq3so/s320/DSC07241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134234001525922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin commented on my fb photo and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"You can finish all of that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like. .&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE I CAN CAN'T U SEE HOW FAT I AM?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrfWDr7sI/AAAAAAAADAs/fBu0joR6qKE/s1600-h/DSC07235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrfWDr7sI/AAAAAAAADAs/fBu0joR6qKE/s320/DSC07235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134227272789698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Erfie's! Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;Slurrrrps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrfJi4BgI/AAAAAAAADAk/8pJeun1gjjo/s1600-h/DSC07242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrfJi4BgI/AAAAAAAADAk/8pJeun1gjjo/s320/DSC07242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134223913944578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrethrU3I/AAAAAAAADAc/7N9-Gu-LQiQ/s1600-h/DSC07243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrethrU3I/AAAAAAAADAc/7N9-Gu-LQiQ/s320/DSC07243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134216392725362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrFrjGPYI/AAAAAAAADAM/zTyUNJIax00/s1600-h/DSC07245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrFrjGPYI/AAAAAAAADAM/zTyUNJIax00/s320/DSC07245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133786365083010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH! I told you I could finish that! It's cleaaan some more. :P Beat that!&lt;br /&gt;I have a dog that lives in my stomach. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrFZajYEI/AAAAAAAADAE/GC4JokGXFpk/s1600-h/DSC07249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrFZajYEI/AAAAAAAADAE/GC4JokGXFpk/s320/DSC07249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133781497405506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muka kegembiraan. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrE_R1wRI/AAAAAAAAC_8/wbcZnVeb6tg/s1600-h/DSC07250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrE_R1wRI/AAAAAAAAC_8/wbcZnVeb6tg/s320/DSC07250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133774481539346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed to . . another place. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrEWDPCwI/AAAAAAAAC_0/s8iazuM_u-4/s1600-h/DSC07259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrEWDPCwI/AAAAAAAAC_0/s8iazuM_u-4/s320/DSC07259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133763414428418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EAT AGAIN! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;This time it's at 'Kak Nong's' in Beverly. :)&lt;br /&gt;Makan kuih-muih~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrD1naGWI/AAAAAAAAC_s/P1KBBZ7PgL8/s1600-h/DSC07262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLrD1naGWI/AAAAAAAAC_s/P1KBBZ7PgL8/s320/DSC07262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133754707777890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for free but no one ate it? Haha I was tempted to but. . I was afraid to. . get fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Punya la~ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqbcZc88I/AAAAAAAAC_k/m3r595gdT4I/s1600-h/DSC07263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqbcZc88I/AAAAAAAAC_k/m3r595gdT4I/s320/DSC07263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133060743590850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miiiineee~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqbMVg-iI/AAAAAAAAC_c/CWukLPKU8l4/s1600-h/DSC07265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqbMVg-iI/AAAAAAAAC_c/CWukLPKU8l4/s320/DSC07265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133056432110114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Erfie and Kak Jean! :) She was siiickkk bahh alaaah.&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go to the beach after that but she couldn't tag along because she wasn't feeling well. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still went to the beach to B*TCH around~ Wooooh~ :D&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it's our final destination already. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqapaosPI/AAAAAAAAC_U/jRYOnivCAOY/s1600-h/DSC07266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqapaosPI/AAAAAAAAC_U/jRYOnivCAOY/s320/DSC07266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133047058346226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princesses went to get themselves some jambu~&lt;br /&gt;How can you hang out at the beach without same JAMBU!??! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqaWK-WbI/AAAAAAAAC_M/JLoTMunQ9dU/s1600-h/DSC07269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqaWK-WbI/AAAAAAAAC_M/JLoTMunQ9dU/s320/DSC07269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133041892383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Erfie: Ni! Cuba try ko punya. . . sedap ka dari sa punya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ninie: Nah ambil la. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ochee: *odoii sama saja pun. . . air liur ja lain. . *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqaOeex4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/vbj7DSpRgWU/s1600-h/DSC07274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLqaOeex4I/AAAAAAAAC_E/vbj7DSpRgWU/s320/DSC07274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396133039826716546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U SEE U SEE!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha hyperactive girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;Guys pun teruja.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there were guys playing football&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; kept on chasing these two babes&lt;/span&gt;. :P Kaaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpyPuYElI/AAAAAAAAC-8/UlGwaNjcxMA/s1600-h/DSC07279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpyPuYElI/AAAAAAAAC-8/UlGwaNjcxMA/s320/DSC07279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396132352967053906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan2 sambil makan jambu~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpx-ald6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/wR2qdzsvpnc/s1600-h/DSC07281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpx-ald6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/wR2qdzsvpnc/s320/DSC07281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396132348320642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach-ing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpxiawI9I/AAAAAAAAC-s/oC7wXFp0u_A/s1600-h/DSC07283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpxiawI9I/AAAAAAAAC-s/oC7wXFp0u_A/s320/DSC07283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396132340805149650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpxXYSgJI/AAAAAAAAC-k/Rsl0JTYISp0/s1600-h/DSC07286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpxXYSgJI/AAAAAAAAC-k/Rsl0JTYISp0/s320/DSC07286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396132337842028690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpxMzv1nI/AAAAAAAAC-c/OlHzX03HmyQ/s1600-h/DSC07288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLpxMzv1nI/AAAAAAAAC-c/OlHzX03HmyQ/s320/DSC07288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396132335004407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaah it was a very long long Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;And I bet tomorrow we'll be heading to the beach again~ To play around ~ to run run around. . .&lt;br /&gt;and to enjoy life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let other people get into my head. It's crashing my life into pieces where I'm supposed to be enjoying what I have. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, therefore I did what I should have done a loong loong time ago. Cos for now, I'm happy. And I know I'll be happy as long as I have you here with me. It doesn't matter~ :)&lt;br /&gt;I told you before this, nothing else matters but you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when I say 'you'&lt;br /&gt;That also means nothing else matters but my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;Track+studies+bliss+you~&lt;br /&gt;All in one! haha. Ini barulah full pack!&lt;br /&gt;Should I say I love you?&lt;br /&gt;It's too common! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of a way to express it. . haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kanak-kanak ribena~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People. . that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; thing on the Ribena AD is not a MANGGIS. . It's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blackcurrant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cinta~ cinta~&lt;br /&gt;Kiut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-8636148170984949001?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8636148170984949001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=8636148170984949001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8636148170984949001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/8636148170984949001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/gaya-streeeeeeeeeet-d-and-rest-of-our.html' title='GAYA STREEEEEEEEEET! :D * and the rest of our Sunday outing!*'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuLuHa5LD3I/AAAAAAAADEU/4nM7fYbyZbg/s72-c/DSC07192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-329459430102814593</id><published>2009-10-23T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:52:52.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='konea kamin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impression'/><title type='text'>What's your FIRST impression of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEaHfYIJNI/AAAAAAAAC9s/6G5h9BNXt8E/s1600-h/7419_1239773558955_1367771486_30667750_7836621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEaHfYIJNI/AAAAAAAAC9s/6G5h9BNXt8E/s320/7419_1239773558955_1367771486_30667750_7836621_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395622544550667474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEZNnIMKSI/AAAAAAAAC9k/oaRZuMql1I4/s1600-h/10232_154124753234_577043234_2659776_4851222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEZNnIMKSI/AAAAAAAAC9k/oaRZuMql1I4/s400/10232_154124753234_577043234_2659776_4851222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395621550198892834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just another random post. Cos I've been feeling really curious about what others think of me the first time they see me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm very. . .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 'garang' &lt;/span&gt;as in fierce.&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'quiet'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they see my pictures. . they say I'm. . &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;vain? &lt;/span&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;And some say. . . I just have that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;' I don't give a damn who you are, so MOVE! '&lt;/span&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, WHAT SAY YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*comments please! THANK YOU! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEYgjW7-VI/AAAAAAAAC9c/n6ewqzoVSPY/s1600-h/DSC06801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEYgjW7-VI/AAAAAAAAC9c/n6ewqzoVSPY/s400/DSC06801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395620776092891474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEYgGZwo6I/AAAAAAAAC9U/ek28emIyl1g/s1600-h/startingblock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEYgGZwo6I/AAAAAAAAC9U/ek28emIyl1g/s400/startingblock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395620768320103330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEYf8v4W2I/AAAAAAAAC9M/09aqQOP3-XY/s1600-h/DSC07016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEXeVvDNEI/AAAAAAAAC8s/ZjnFNyJNiGo/s400/DSC07208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395619638564566082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEXeJd_l3I/AAAAAAAAC8k/nGgm4NbgYDo/s1600-h/8223_1130889802789_1543568399_30381480_7590888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEXeJd_l3I/AAAAAAAAC8k/nGgm4NbgYDo/s400/8223_1130889802789_1543568399_30381480_7590888_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395619635271800690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEXd3v-YhI/AAAAAAAAC8c/-Ejg1j_juJU/s1600-h/6240_1098604715682_1543568399_30306074_5986784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEXd3v-YhI/AAAAAAAAC8c/-Ejg1j_juJU/s400/6240_1098604715682_1543568399_30306074_5986784_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395619630515380754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEXdgYp09I/AAAAAAAAC8U/tdX_Ev7scFQ/s1600-h/DSC06767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEXdgYp09I/AAAAAAAAC8U/tdX_Ev7scFQ/s400/DSC06767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395619624243549138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D moment of truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesti ada say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M VERY HATEABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-329459430102814593?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/329459430102814593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=329459430102814593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/329459430102814593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/329459430102814593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-your-first-impression-of-me.html' title='What&apos;s your FIRST impression of me?'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SuEaHfYIJNI/AAAAAAAAC9s/6G5h9BNXt8E/s72-c/7419_1239773558955_1367771486_30667750_7836621_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-2099436758758387760</id><published>2009-10-20T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:34:47.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aidilfitri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UB40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossible love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Red reddd wine :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still in the oldies mood. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 54TH BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST DADDY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1egeSebxI/AAAAAAAAC5c/BKdo-mzwMC8/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1egeSebxI/AAAAAAAAC5c/BKdo-mzwMC8/s400/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394571840639102738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Kamin. The one who always shouts at me when I was a lot younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And he's also the one who spoils me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday Pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE U LOVE U LOVE U! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When's school gonna finish!? Oh right, less than a month. But it's super duper torture! Not forgetting the marching competitions, THREE OF THEM. Uhuuu. I'm not busy, it's just that my schedule is so packed! I'm not stressed, it's just that I have so many things to do! I'm not angry, it's just that I get bored easily cos I've been doing this for the past three years. *sighs* I'm being all optimistic, who knew I could be such an optimist person oh kan? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Last Saturday which was on the 17th, Syiqin held a Raya open house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SO WEEEE HAAAADDD FUUUNNN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And and, Syiqin's dad got her a new camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mind you, her dad got it for her AFTER PMR! Not after her results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so lah. AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And mind you again, it's a . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;NIKON D90!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay I'm exaggerating. :P Let's just get to the pictures kays? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NURUL ASYIQIN BT. MOHD NAZAM'S RAYA OPEN HOUSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wo de hao hao haaoooo peng you! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1h2RPF80I/AAAAAAAAC78/pdu5C0HvHsM/s1600-h/8223_1130874722412_1543568399_30381393_4917429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1h2RPF80I/AAAAAAAAC78/pdu5C0HvHsM/s400/8223_1130874722412_1543568399_30381393_4917429_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575513627259714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D World, meet Alyssa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The one who gets annoyed with me a lot! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1n4dmWJDI/AAAAAAAAC8M/fevU9kNS45c/s1600-h/8223_1130889802789_1543568399_30381480_7590888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1n4dmWJDI/AAAAAAAAC8M/fevU9kNS45c/s400/8223_1130889802789_1543568399_30381480_7590888_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394582148375520306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha. Taking advantage of Syiqin's new camera! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1n34Yxl6I/AAAAAAAAC8E/p6RK7yeX9ho/s1600-h/8223_1130889682786_1543568399_30381477_2860112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1n34Yxl6I/AAAAAAAAC8E/p6RK7yeX9ho/s400/8223_1130889682786_1543568399_30381477_2860112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394582138386487202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wo de hao peng you~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1h2DotB0I/AAAAAAAAC70/h_b52MPpO3I/s1600-h/8223_1130876922467_1543568399_30381407_3438361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1h2DotB0I/AAAAAAAAC70/h_b52MPpO3I/s400/8223_1130876922467_1543568399_30381407_3438361_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575509976581954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is NATHALENE! My new partner in crime. :D&lt;br /&gt;kaaaan thal! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1h04vS0LI/AAAAAAAAC7c/07T_yjO5SZA/s1600-h/8223_1130890362803_1543568399_30381483_5289055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1h04vS0LI/AAAAAAAAC7c/07T_yjO5SZA/s400/8223_1130890362803_1543568399_30381483_5289055_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575489871564978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Meh kita ambil gambar skema! :DDD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hrF0koRI/AAAAAAAAC7U/bMrvbIgin1Q/s1600-h/8223_1130890402804_1543568399_30381484_2654168_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hrF0koRI/AAAAAAAAC7U/bMrvbIgin1Q/s400/8223_1130890402804_1543568399_30381484_2654168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575321584673042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I dragged these two monkeys along. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Negarakuuuu~ *:D* "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hqhhe_GI/AAAAAAAAC7M/9iJkzC3a_Ps/s1600-h/8223_1130890522807_1543568399_30381485_4405550_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hqhhe_GI/AAAAAAAAC7M/9iJkzC3a_Ps/s400/8223_1130890522807_1543568399_30381485_4405550_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575311840935010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hqD4_1aI/AAAAAAAAC7E/rsbXZDNGYIY/s1600-h/8223_1130892162848_1543568399_30381493_6941156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hqD4_1aI/AAAAAAAAC7E/rsbXZDNGYIY/s400/8223_1130892162848_1543568399_30381493_6941156_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575303886493090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic.&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask why I'm standing like that.&lt;br /&gt;I must say. . .&lt;br /&gt;PINGGANG SAYA ALMOST PATAH CAAAAAAN!&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Tonggek kan? hahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hpm1BxmI/AAAAAAAAC68/d5kG6e4kQg0/s1600-h/8223_1130892202849_1543568399_30381494_5309687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hpm1BxmI/AAAAAAAAC68/d5kG6e4kQg0/s400/8223_1130892202849_1543568399_30381494_5309687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575296085214818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hpN0Fd_I/AAAAAAAAC60/HNs_VaRkNDY/s1600-h/8223_1130894602909_1543568399_30381504_6706360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hpN0Fd_I/AAAAAAAAC60/HNs_VaRkNDY/s400/8223_1130894602909_1543568399_30381504_6706360_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575289370376178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1heCdmHTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/YuCF18zh5ag/s1600-h/8223_1130895842940_1543568399_30381509_2416243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1heCdmHTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/YuCF18zh5ag/s400/8223_1130895842940_1543568399_30381509_2416243_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575097344695602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sweat a lot. As in, I can't stand when there's no wind or whatever la!&lt;br /&gt;So I conquered the fan. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hd-fCcmI/AAAAAAAAC6k/RZ2xfIEkf58/s1600-h/8223_1130897042970_1543568399_30381517_1862065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hd-fCcmI/AAAAAAAAC6k/RZ2xfIEkf58/s400/8223_1130897042970_1543568399_30381517_1862065_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575096277004898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, I wasn't the only one conquering.&lt;br /&gt;WE CONQUERED THE FAN! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had nothing better to do. We found SWORDS! Plastic swords. :)&lt;br /&gt;The next few pics are pics of two kanak-kanak ribena. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hdb-FVZI/AAAAAAAAC6c/nMEMys-gfi0/s1600-h/8223_1130899203024_1543568399_30381535_1955095_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hdb-FVZI/AAAAAAAAC6c/nMEMys-gfi0/s400/8223_1130899203024_1543568399_30381535_1955095_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575087011976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Konea: Thal! Cucuk ur bobot! HAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thal: Cucuk ur nenen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*yes we're very straight forward people. We don't care. Cos. . :) We only get to be like that once in our lifetime. :P *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hc8KUL8I/AAAAAAAAC6U/Bq58Y_NcKzk/s1600-h/8223_1130899883041_1543568399_30381540_664407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hc8KUL8I/AAAAAAAAC6U/Bq58Y_NcKzk/s400/8223_1130899883041_1543568399_30381540_664407_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575078473347010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Thal: So! What's the plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Konea: *whispers.* Let's. . . cucuk the camera girl's bobot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Thal: AGREED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hcr712UI/AAAAAAAAC6M/ic7Z4-g279Y/s1600-h/8223_1130900763063_1543568399_30381547_7349251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hcr712UI/AAAAAAAAC6M/ic7Z4-g279Y/s400/8223_1130900763063_1543568399_30381547_7349251_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394575074117671234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found a toy guuuun. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hNKUvHfI/AAAAAAAAC6E/4o9TES7GNig/s1600-h/8223_1130900843065_1543568399_30381549_5122118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hNKUvHfI/AAAAAAAAC6E/4o9TES7GNig/s400/8223_1130900843065_1543568399_30381549_5122118_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394574807397244402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thal jahaaaaat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hMtGxmnI/AAAAAAAAC58/4knT3t8f4oA/s1600-h/8223_1130901563083_1543568399_30381552_7706717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hMtGxmnI/AAAAAAAAC58/4knT3t8f4oA/s400/8223_1130901563083_1543568399_30381552_7706717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394574799554058866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hMMuPG3I/AAAAAAAAC50/_i4cBApT4GM/s1600-h/8223_1130901683086_1543568399_30381555_5577342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hMMuPG3I/AAAAAAAAC50/_i4cBApT4GM/s400/8223_1130901683086_1543568399_30381555_5577342_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394574790861200242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love A's kan kan kan? :)&lt;br /&gt;We want straight As bah. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*padahal! hahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hL-RTztI/AAAAAAAAC5s/stv1G0X9FtM/s1600-h/10232_154124743234_577043234_2659775_3662761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hL-RTztI/AAAAAAAAC5s/stv1G0X9FtM/s400/10232_154124743234_577043234_2659775_3662761_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394574786981777106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makan time~&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you. . THE LAMB!&lt;br /&gt;*slurrrps*&lt;br /&gt;Super sedap to the max like what-the-heck-is-that!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hLXdc3TI/AAAAAAAAC5k/Tw4925www-I/s1600-h/10232_154124753234_577043234_2659776_4851222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1hLXdc3TI/AAAAAAAAC5k/Tw4925www-I/s400/10232_154124753234_577043234_2659776_4851222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394574776563719474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naaaah, si babi. :D&lt;br /&gt;I eat a lot. I do I do I do. :P&lt;br /&gt;heeeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aaaah, I rely can't wait to finish school and then wait for my results to come out! Think of all the free time I'll have! :D I'm praying so hard that I'll get good results and also praying hard that I can improve in my track. These two things are so important in my life that I'd put everything else aside! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get enough sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Slept at 12.30am and then woke up at 4am to workout. Done work out then OFF TO SCHOOL! The only thing that kept me going was nescafe! Ugggh. Gonna get myself some nappy nap nap for awhile then at 5pm OFF TO THE GYM! :D Traiiining, traiiining. Gotta get used to working out twice a day. Must, get, used, to. . not, being, lazy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention I achieved my FIRST SATISFACTION?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I told you, I seriously got it in red. :P&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Off to bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be about . . .&lt;br /&gt;cats.&lt;br /&gt;animal rights.&lt;br /&gt;outing.&lt;br /&gt;and. .&lt;br /&gt;CAMWHORINGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*like that's ever out of topic right?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I have no idea what's going on. I never knew what happened in the first place. And now we're already in the middle, I'm more lost than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But love, if this thing were ever going to it's end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'll never forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;it was you who made me who I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Better than who I was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I never thought I could do the things that I did and currently doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;You curved a smile on my face, and if you ever leave, the smile stays. Because, I'll never regret. Not even a single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And therefore, I wanna thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This song's dedicated to you baby. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvdgND3NUKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvdgND3NUKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When we were together&lt;br /&gt;Those were the happiest time in all my life&lt;br /&gt;Now were separated I don`t know what I will do&lt;br /&gt;`cause I can`t ever love another&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;`cause I know. it`s impossible&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you may be&lt;br /&gt;I hope you`ll hear my song&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you`ll realise&lt;br /&gt;My love that you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`cause I can`t ever love another&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;`cause I know. it`s impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset outside my window&lt;br /&gt;Has lost all it`s glow&lt;br /&gt;The rose in the garden&lt;br /&gt;Doesn`t bloom any more.&lt;br /&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/5503567638975039048-2099436758758387760?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/2099436758758387760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=2099436758758387760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/2099436758758387760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/2099436758758387760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-reddd-wine.html' title='Red reddd wine :)'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/St1egeSebxI/AAAAAAAAC5c/BKdo-mzwMC8/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-6700260864452655280</id><published>2009-10-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:35:04.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little black dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school&apos;s out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='konea'/><title type='text'>I'd marry the Track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8TKU3MCI/AAAAAAAAC5E/wjXgOh0RxvA/s1600-h/DSC07139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8TKU3MCI/AAAAAAAAC5E/wjXgOh0RxvA/s400/DSC07139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392845378686496802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB IS ADDICTIVE. :) But no, I'm not addicted. *lives in total denial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELOOOO BLOG! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8G06KXvI/AAAAAAAAC4k/A5snodKfXPE/s1600-h/DSC07133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8G06KXvI/AAAAAAAAC4k/A5snodKfXPE/s400/DSC07133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392845166778932978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's my first day of track since I went for a whole 10 days of rest from training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG MY LEG HURTS SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaki saya mahu patah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tercabut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. . . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love this feeling.&lt;/span&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm determined. I'm determined. I'm determined. I'm determined. I'm determined!&lt;br /&gt;To IMPROVE!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Ya, baiklah saya sangat bersemangat.&lt;br /&gt;Today I received a sort of good+bad news. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;CROSS COUNTRY WILL BE ON THE 3RD OF NOVEMBER 2009! &lt;== This year. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad that it's early. But I'm not happy because I haven't been running for long distances in months! Will I die? After 3 straight years of glory, will I lose this time? Oh shucks. =.= God please be with me. I won earlier this year but that was the most UNFIT condition that I've been in my whole entire life. I looked back at the pictures taken of me, hahaha! PUNYA MAIN FLABBY. :P That was like a month before I met uncle and joined his training. Hahaha. My thighs were humongous and. . . I don't know what's that. Macam babi pun ada juga. Haha! Let's find that picture. HAHAHA! :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*browses through Facebook*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FOUND IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stcw_rBx7tI/AAAAAAAAC30/PXv-rBIzHpk/s1600-h/n1321622804_255108_3600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stcw_rBx7tI/AAAAAAAAC30/PXv-rBIzHpk/s400/n1321622804_255108_3600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392832949239541458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stcxrk-8IUI/AAAAAAAAC4E/g7HqaJK0VFg/s1600-h/n1321622804_255106_2829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stcxrk-8IUI/AAAAAAAAC4E/g7HqaJK0VFg/s400/n1321622804_255106_2829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833703531258178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHA! :D Omg what the hell is that? Eeeee. I was sooo flabby oh. Look at my arms! Like a grandma! *sobs* I feel so sad for myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in January of this year during our cross country. Ahaha. My arms. MY ARMS! Fuuuhh.&lt;br /&gt;I still won despite the piggy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;What a fluke. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Then then. . after I started track. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StcyR78NyII/AAAAAAAAC4M/qdOqZtFMY2Y/s1600-h/ABCD0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StcyR78NyII/AAAAAAAAC4M/qdOqZtFMY2Y/s400/ABCD0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392834362528876674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay at least less flabby lah the arms. Thank God. :(&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Eeeeh I'm impressed by what effort can do to you! :D So, never give up! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm still heavy though. *sighs* Macam mana ba mau jadi ringan dis?&lt;br /&gt;Go anorexic la like dis. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to doubt whether I can run for long distances. Aihhh! I hate to doubt about what I can do! So. . . therefore I'm determined, to get prepared! At least, even if I don't win, I know I've tried my best right? :) Bah, will be waking up at 4am to cycle cycle cycle! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's one thing. Cross country. There's a lot more other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teachers, kindly prepared a whole tons of post PMR activities for all the form 3s and all of us are &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; encouraged to join. They need our full participation. Right. So! This whooole month till the 16th of November next month, I'll be busy doing God knows what. With this activity and THAT activity. . . Oh. and yes. There's KAWAD! Marching. Shouting. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sucks to be the head of the platoon. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*not whole entirely. The joy of screaming on others without it being a crime pun very the syok!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. That means I'll be screaming and teaching lil' juniors how to &lt;s&gt;walk like a penguin&lt;/s&gt; march the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. :D I think I still have those 'kawad kaki' photos! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAHAHA GOT IT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc0i3QmmlI/AAAAAAAAC4U/V3VnmWog-gM/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc0i3QmmlI/AAAAAAAAC4U/V3VnmWog-gM/s400/DSC00779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392836852353243730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me that's me that's me! :D&lt;br /&gt;We got 2nd for this one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Skuaaaaaaad! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;" Satu barisan di hadapan sayaaa, GERAK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. ROTFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc0jaE-qhI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lpZL01ynnwY/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc0jaE-qhI/AAAAAAAAC4c/lpZL01ynnwY/s400/DSC00795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392836861699729938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. Tch, told you I was a very very 'no manners' kind of girl. Thank God, I'm almost getting over that stage. haha. "Almost". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes. On the 11th of November, our school will have this inter-uniforms marching competition. *sigh* I'm left with two choices. Either I train my assistant and tell her to lead the whole platoon this year, or if she disagrees with it, then I'll have to do it. *yai* She MUST NOT DISAGREE WITH ME! Tulin, please please. . munyit kaw. :P :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss this whole marching thing. :) But I hate the part where you turn dark and ugly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;WHY DO I KEEP ON GETTING MYSELF INVOLVED IN THINGS THAT WILL TURN ME UGLY?! =.= &lt;/span&gt;As if I'm not ugly enough. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After cross country.&lt;br /&gt;Marching.&lt;br /&gt;=.= Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright, on the 16th it'll be my LAST DAY AS A FORM 3 STUDENT!&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be form 4 next year. :D Yay! Excites. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm currently looking for books online. Now that I have all the time in the world. . I'll have time to get back to one of my TRUE LOVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* sehh, as if I have tons of true love. =.=* &lt;/span&gt;which is... BOOKS! :D Ngeeheee. I miss my Little Black Dresses collections. Can't wait to get my hands on those new ones. :D I miss miss miss miss all the romantic-ness of LBDs books. :) But as for the time being, I'm re-reading one of my fav which is , Marley and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8Hbn0R2I/AAAAAAAAC4s/5aalH69Yr3Y/s1600-h/DSC07134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8Hbn0R2I/AAAAAAAAC4s/5aalH69Yr3Y/s400/DSC07134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392845177170970466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried the 1st time I read it. Yes, that book made me cry like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not a cry baby. Maybe they secretly placed some chili powder towards the last chapter of the book.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, THAT MUST BE IT!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the book's just rely good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They have it on DVD now right? Now, that's one thing I'm so not updated with. Movies. Do NOT ask me about movies. It's been MONTHS since I've watched any movies and I have no idea what's the latest one in the cinemas. =.= Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok ok. I rely rely rely love my hair. But due to training, I think imma have to chop it off. :( I wasn't so keen on keeping my hair long before this, as a matter of fact, I used to love to chop it off every 2 months or so. But but, I've been busy for the past few months and had no time to cut my hair therefore, zee hair grew long! And I fell in love with it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in A TOTAL DILEMMA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to kill some part of me. :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How much love do I have to let go in order to keep my life balanced? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8IJoC85I/AAAAAAAAC48/AungwA7ADuQ/s1600-h/DSC07125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8IJoC85I/AAAAAAAAC48/AungwA7ADuQ/s400/DSC07125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392845189519963026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;-( Huaaaaa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cintanya I sama my hair. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think I'm gonna chop it off till this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc91NHx1AI/AAAAAAAAC5M/IoWpQzxZH1s/s1600-h/ABCD0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc91NHx1AI/AAAAAAAAC5M/IoWpQzxZH1s/s400/ABCD0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392847063064105986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huaaa. This was taken exactly A YEAR AGO.&lt;br /&gt;Total ah-lianness.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so.&lt;br /&gt;To cut or not to cut? :(&lt;br /&gt;Cut?&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CUT?&lt;br /&gt;Cut or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc-W-qMidI/AAAAAAAAC5U/XMKeqU1sTiw/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc-W-qMidI/AAAAAAAAC5U/XMKeqU1sTiw/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392847643297483218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*pengsan*&lt;br /&gt;Siggghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I'll leave it for another week and we'll see how it goes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OFF TO BED! Need to wake up at 4am to workout. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said . . .&lt;br /&gt;I AM DETERMIINEEEEEED!&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Semangat.&lt;br /&gt;Majulah sukan untuk negara. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I were to fall in love with another guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I doubt it will be as hectic as how I fell in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally unintentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;RAWWR. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-6700260864452655280?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6700260864452655280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=6700260864452655280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/6700260864452655280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/6700260864452655280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-marry-track.html' title='I&apos;d marry the Track.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Stc8TKU3MCI/AAAAAAAAC5E/wjXgOh0RxvA/s72-c/DSC07139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-1552378074460190487</id><published>2009-10-14T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:12:05.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 random things to do after exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>10 random things to do after your exams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's raining. Track workout's cancelled. Supposed to be at the gym. We have cars. But those cars are 'meant for display' only, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Can you feel how pissed I am at the moment?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cos I'm trying my best not to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*breathes in deeply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's all good Konea, it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StWesoCRAWI/AAAAAAAAC2k/o2TQB5eLI_Q/s1600-h/DSC09167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StWesoCRAWI/AAAAAAAAC2k/o2TQB5eLI_Q/s400/DSC09167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392390618344391010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Here I am, blogging, on a rainy Wednesday. Today's one of those days where I feel so. . . blergh and have no idea what to expect. I would love to say what's on my mind , and be childish or more, be a b*tch, but I'm waayyy over that. I've been on blog fights, fb fights, friendster fights whatever fights. And I hate it. Hate it! &gt;.&lt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm a big girl and I'm big enough to know when to speak my mind and when to keep it down. :D ;) Keep your emotions in check, missy. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This post is dedicated to all PMRers out there whom which, are done with your exams. I mean OUR exams, cos yea bah I'm form 3 also. :D I was so freakinly excited yesterday after my last paper and had tons of things planned to do. But who knew I finished all of them in just one day and now I have nothing left to do. =.= "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;After exams: "WEEEEEEEE! FREEDOM! ON9, DATING, CHATTING, MSN, TV, COMPUTER GAMES, FARMTOWN, BOOKS, ON9 ON9 ON9!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A day after exam's done: " =___________=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*apa ko rasa,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; oren? &lt;/span&gt;kotoh. :P *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are MY suggestions,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *suggestions only ah!* &lt;/span&gt;on things that you can do to kill at least 1/10 of your free time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Clean your PETS. Pet. Miao. Wooof. Rawr. Rawr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StWjrLx9N8I/AAAAAAAAC20/teYFrNIvbrQ/s1600-h/Water_cat__by_MadMasquerade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StWjrLx9N8I/AAAAAAAAC20/teYFrNIvbrQ/s400/Water_cat__by_MadMasquerade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392396091138062274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hey, it's not wrong to groom your pets once in awhile. :D You have to 'menghargai' them for being there while you study, for bugging you and for putting a smile on your face whenever you're on the verge of swallowing all the notes you just read. :D Pick up a pail of fresh water and some nice smelling CAT/DOG/TIGER/BIRD? shampoo and SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB! Eh, at least you can get rid of whatever's 'living' on your pets. :P I'm lucky to have my dad to clean my tingau(s) all the time. :P Tingau = cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Konea will not be responsible for any drowning, killing or deaths of any types of animals. Please and thank u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maybe that's not fun enough. Hurrrmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Go stick something on someone's back and pretend you didn't do it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StWnC-7YOmI/AAAAAAAAC28/yXpT_P7QQ2A/s1600-h/i_miss_you__by_ma_rissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StWnC-7YOmI/AAAAAAAAC28/yXpT_P7QQ2A/s400/i_miss_you__by_ma_rissa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392399798539663970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MUAHAHA. Do it to 5 different people and of course at 5 different places. :D You want an adrenaline rush, THAT IS AN ADRENALINE RUSH! I'd do it, but with my girls of course. Cos they're the only ones that can bring the devil out of me. 3:) Find a place filled with people. :D Eeeeh siok! Should do this. hahahahaha. :P *seriously reminds me of that butterfly sticker stuck on teacher Wilfred's butt. :P * Nyahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Stick something that says like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I like bananas. Give me some bananas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Banana's JUST a banana.&lt;br /&gt;*smacks ur head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;3. Get a diet plan. Lose. . weight? *can't believe I'm saying this.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My two best friends, Grace and Alyssa are two good looking girls and they're planning to lose weight?! Yea. I laughed at it because they said. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "saya berazam mau kurus lepas PMR!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and I almost choked on my . . . ok whatever I was chewing on at that time. =.= Losing weight's a good thing since I've been trying to do it for the last I-dont-noe-how-many-years-of-my-life. T___T But to no avail! So since all 15 year olds will be super damn free after this. . . you can stop eating now. :D I love food, so. . . go to hell with losing weight! *and also go to hell with gaining weight, of cos....* :D eh wait, I have to lose weight. That's in my plan also. HAHAHAH. Damn, OK VANDAI AND JOAN! Count me in! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Chop a teddy bear's head. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXFD_Tal1I/AAAAAAAAC3E/hEE6AjKd3gI/s1600-h/I_Killed_My_Teddy_Bear__by_nightmare_anny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXFD_Tal1I/AAAAAAAAC3E/hEE6AjKd3gI/s400/I_Killed_My_Teddy_Bear__by_nightmare_anny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432801169184594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mana la tau kan. . God knows how, all the stress accumulated in your brains are slowly tearing you apart? Grab that CUTEST teddy bear, the one that stares at you in the middle of the night with the chubbiest cheeks in the whole entire universe and the fattest tummy. Yes, your favorite FOREVER FRIENDS TEDDY BEAR! hahaha. Chop it's head off. Then you'll be crying till your eyes fall out and VOILA! Stress released. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Again, Konea will not be responsible for the loss or damage of any fingers. Either on the left or right hand, sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Try to not think about PENGUINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Urm yes exactly. Penguins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; This is extremely hard, because by trying too much, you remember what you were trying to avoid thinking of. If you try too little, you end up thinking about penguins anyway. HAHAHA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXGTi3iIUI/AAAAAAAAC3M/kmhkjcy9_-Q/s1600-h/Penguin_by_Un_Real.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXGTi3iIUI/AAAAAAAAC3M/kmhkjcy9_-Q/s400/Penguin_by_Un_Real.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434167925580098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penguins are scary. :-\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Get into an elevator *all day long if possible* and start meowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is to entertain yourself and see what people's reaction will be. It'll be either one of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A: you're crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;B: you've escaped from a mental hospital, which, also means you're crazy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bah, do it while you're still young, kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXHizGka9I/AAAAAAAAC3U/ZqR9QEry7Qw/s1600-h/DSC06631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXHizGka9I/AAAAAAAAC3U/ZqR9QEry7Qw/s400/DSC06631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392435529493277650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Call up your best friend and start breathing heavily from the other line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;EH.&lt;br /&gt;This sounds fun. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXINTSFCNI/AAAAAAAAC3c/aZH_JKYJ07A/s1600-h/Piercing_by_blackdragn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXINTSFCNI/AAAAAAAAC3c/aZH_JKYJ07A/s400/Piercing_by_blackdragn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392436259685992658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Get. . . something pierced! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*reminder. This is JUST a suggestion. ahem. yes. only.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think piercings are cool. On the tongue, navel, nose, or wherever. But I'm a coward to get any parts of my body pierced. Still a coward. Maybe someday. :D Some - 'day'. HAHAHA. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To convent students, when you've pierced your tongue, and when I'm the prefect who's checking you, PLEASE HIDE IT. Or I'll have to confiscate it. ugggh. :D Eeeu confiscate a tongue ring?! WTH. =__= Yes I've done that before. Not a glorious thing to do. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;9. Break up with your boyfriend, then make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXKC_EkqQI/AAAAAAAAC3k/MJaat7r5Fak/s1600-h/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXKC_EkqQI/AAAAAAAAC3k/MJaat7r5Fak/s400/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392438281485199618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just because. For the sake of the rush? HAHAHA. :) But if you love your boyfriend/girlfriend so much, I do not recommend this. Again, I won't be responsible for anything. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;UMMM. What elseeee. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. Online ALL DAY LONG BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT THE ONE PAYING THE BILLS! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXKnlW_XRI/AAAAAAAAC3s/ruLPDrHUfRI/s1600-h/Time_with_the_computer_by_Purple_Legion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StXKnlW_XRI/AAAAAAAAC3s/ruLPDrHUfRI/s400/Time_with_the_computer_by_Purple_Legion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392438910238285074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Saya merupakan salah satu contoh daripada remaja di luar sana yang amat tidak menghargai wang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hey you're only 15 once in your lifetime can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When your 30 years old, YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL THE BILLS YOURSELF. Heh heh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;True or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Actually, I had to force my brain to think of what to blog. Because speaking frankly I'm at a situation where I might just cry and burst into tears right at the moment. This is NOT how it's supposed to be. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But. I cannot. cry. I do not cry. Nope. No. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;And. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;My life is meant to be this way. All I can do is be thankful, and again, like I've said many times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Whatever happens, happens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;:) Ahhh shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Tracklover = I'm a person who loves track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm such a liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&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/5503567638975039048-1552378074460190487?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1552378074460190487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=1552378074460190487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1552378074460190487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1552378074460190487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-random-things-to-do-after-your-exams.html' title='10 random things to do after your exams.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StWesoCRAWI/AAAAAAAAC2k/o2TQB5eLI_Q/s72-c/DSC09167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-1107033098275323668</id><published>2009-10-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:42:26.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st.francis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='konea kamin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pmr trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toyota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna die just yet. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEEHEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The good stuffs are on their way. :D&lt;br /&gt;You know, you don't have to worry about everything all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just realized that! :P&lt;br /&gt;I love. . my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah actually .. MY EXAMS ARE OVER! so over. over over over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm one happy joyous in love fat girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;RAWWR. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;EXAMS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;PMR'S OVER! weeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around like a super fat cute bunny :D *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm back to super blogging mode. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exams started on the 7th October and ended today, which is on the 13th of October. Tuesday the 13th! AHAH! While I was on my way to school, JJ and Ean *HITZ.FM!* were talking about the NEW SCARY DAY which is Tuesday the 13th. Like what? hahaha. Oh and since today's the 13th, it also means that I just turned 15 and 8 months old. :P Happy birthmonthday to me! :P Okay SING FOR ME! Anyone? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right. So now, I can proceed with all my plans! MUAHAHA! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*evil smile* &lt;/span&gt;But I'm not that bad la, I'm not planning to rob the bank or something. I just wanna have fun? :D And and I'm back with training! Just went to the gym just now and it was HEAVEN! :D You might probably think that I'm one weird chikka for loving gym, but WHAAAT? Comel bah. :P *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;trying to make myself  feel better*&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't wait for this Saturday! WOOOOH! :D Even though it sounds scary, but but. . I'm gonna toughen myself up because I WANT IT SOOO BADLY! :D I wish I could tell you, you and you, what it's all about but but, don't want la. :D One word for it is = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELF-SATISFACTION. :) &lt;/span&gt;Mr.Adam a.k.a Damzie asked me about this and guessed it. . he said. . LINGERIE. WAT THE? Yes, lingerie is one 'self-satisfaction' kan Dam? hahahaha. lucu. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG 2 MORE FREAKING MONTHS THEN MY RESULTS WILL BE OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, isn't it 'exciting'? =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it'll be another 2 gruelling months till the moment of truth comes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be prepared for whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;*or if I don't get straight As, I'll just cry till my eyes fall out.*&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yea. =___=&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;God why am I so. . . like this?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'll just enjoy this freedom for the time being. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm the kind of person who worries about time. I STILL DON'T KNOW WHERE DID THE TIME GO! This year flew soooo fast that I couldn't summarize it. All I remembered was on February, my life sucked soooo bad. And the years before that was very 'blergh'. But but and then, it was when I started training with Uncle, everything just went so smoothly. :D Maybe it's because I didn't have the time to worry about all the worries in the world and all I could do was think of myself and the people close to me. :D :D Never knew life could get better right? But umm, I'll always remind myself that life has it's ups and downs. So, I'll be prepared for any sort of 'downs' so that when it happens, there's a way for me to get back up again! Weeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mengapakah saya hanya menulis pasal diri saya?'. :P Oh wait, IT'S MY BLOG! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, music's pretty much a part of my life. It's just that I can't sing, like REALLY CAN'T SING! hahaha. :D All I can do is enjoy music the way it is without having to destroy it. :D I have tons and tons of songs that I listen to, especially in the shower and every song has it's own story. :D LIKE SERIOUSLY! hahahaha. :D I relate my life to it. Unintentionally, actually. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKa3ANL0HlM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKa3ANL0HlM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alicia Keys - No one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; This song was famous and probably still is since the year 2007. It was the year where dad told me to quit swimming. I was sooo pissed off and miserable for a year till late 2008. I remembered I hated myself for whatever reason he asked me to quit, but when I think back, if he didn't tell me to do so, I wouldn't be where I am right now. I told you! Life's a roller coaster! :D I remembered playing this song over and over again on my Nokia 5300* hahahaha * and was sooo emo I was about to kill myself. Woooh talk about self-destruction. :P And I was really stuck on to someone like glue during those days, and thinking about being separated was totally. . . painful? Ugggh. But now, when I hear this song, weeee I feel sooo happy and light! HAHA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOBAIy08BiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOBAIy08BiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tantinie Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started doing gym since I was 10 years old. So everytime I'm off from training, which was swimming during those days, I'll be working out on my own in my daddy's home gym :D HAHA. Which still exists till now and it's very useful! That song up there was one of the first STUV STAV song * I seriously don't know what to call it * that I listen to while working out. :D And  I never stopped ever since! It's really good to listen to something like this, it makes you go for that extra mile! Especially when you plan to run for 10 miles, listen to ELECTROS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3MDZFZFdwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3MDZFZFdwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Repuvlik - Hanya Ingin Kau Tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I do listen to Malay/Indonesian songs. In fact, I even listen to Spanish songs ok! *sighs* I discovered this song from a Malay drama. Hahahaha. You know the ones that they always play at 10pm, Saturdays on Tv3? Ya bah, si 'Cerekarama'. Haha. :P It was back in June? Ahuh. That was when I really really REAAAALLLY didn't know what was going on with me. To be frank, I was trying to deny everything. Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"No, I'm meant to be with this person, not this." &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;" No, I love this person, not that one."&lt;/span&gt;, or " &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No, this is not for real, it's just a temporary thing just like every other person."&lt;/span&gt; . Right. I even cried for at least, minimum la kan, for 3 days! I cried because I didn't wanna let go of the happy days. Haha. I was afraid that I might be forgotten. I prayed really hard that I could forget what I was feeling because I didn't wanna get hurt. But for once, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God didn't grant my wish&lt;/span&gt;. But He did made it all better than what I was expecting. I couldn't be more thankful. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UoLcB-3URk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UoLcB-3URk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Neyo - Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you're involved in a relationship with whoever, either you best friend, your family and especially your other half, you'll go through those days where you get into a fight but you have no idea why's it about? I went through those days and I listened to this a lot. . :D When you're mad, you just can't seem to take everything in all at once and the last thing you want is to face the person you're so pissed of at. But of course, sooner or later you'll start missing that person and all you want is to make up, right? :) Heeee. I never wanted to go to bed knowing the person that I love and care about is angry at me. Sucks. =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQ6sp3X_LVk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQ6sp3X_LVk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keri Hilson - Knock You Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, I was so in love with I'm doing and still currently in love with it, track of course, to the point of not caring about whatever was going on. I was like keeping myself in this big tight bubble and out of nowhere someone showed up and burst it. And entered. Unintentionally of course. You know, in life, when you're already stuck with your momentum and someone just does something that turns everything upside down, you really have no idea what's up? Haha. Ok to be frank, I don't know what I'm saying. To be short, I fell for someone by the name I call 'TrackLover' and he knocked me off my feet. Because I couldn't explain this. I couldn't, can't and still unable to identify APA BENDA SEMUA INI~~~ hahaha. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RR6adL2Yet4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RR6adL2Yet4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Script - Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't lie. What I had with him was really something. It was a 'thing' full of its own ups and downs. Since the very beginning back in the year of 2005. We had to hide every single thing! From the lies, to the hatred, to the painful cheating, we got through that. We were afraid that someday all this was gonna end. I mean, what we had. There were people supporting us, but people who didn't were more. Ahhh, I still remember every little things that I did to make this thing work. I had to put up with him, like literally put up with who he really is. We planned for our future, and we were sooo sure that it's gonna workout right until something happened that totally ruined us. I was seriously tired of everything that I learnt to let go. It wasn't easy but I knew I deserved to be happy. I deserved to care about myself and my life for once. I deserved to be taken care of, and I wanna do that for myself. And then it ended. But I'm a person who cherishes everything I went through, so I never regretted anything. =) 4 years down the drain, and I won't regret. We make mistakes, we learn, and then we move on. :P And membahagiakan diri sendiri! WEEEEEEEEEEEE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eeeh. Why's it all have to do with lovey-dovey stuff? =____= Ummm.&lt;br /&gt;CUT! CUTTT! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*cut bilang si director~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha punya main random si Konea Kamin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think RED is very d sexxay? :D&lt;br /&gt;My school bag's red in color. My training bag's RED and black in color. My water bottle is RED.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my handbags are RED.&lt;br /&gt;Saya sangat suka merah!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Sunday, a super RED OMG AWESOMENESS red Prado passed by and and. . . I can't forget about it ever since. *sigggh* And and that Red Mazda rx8 that's always somewhere. . =( A mix of my most favorite car and color. Punya lah! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOK!&lt;br /&gt;The cars. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StScpCVU3JI/AAAAAAAAC08/nOE7lklN6CI/s1600-h/2005_red_Toyota_Tacoma_X-Runner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StScpCVU3JI/AAAAAAAAC08/nOE7lklN6CI/s400/2005_red_Toyota_Tacoma_X-Runner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106882684214418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheesh. I'm jealous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StScoqOHtrI/AAAAAAAAC00/DM4oLK_m9JU/s1600-h/LeftFront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StScoqOHtrI/AAAAAAAAC00/DM4oLK_m9JU/s400/LeftFront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106876211541682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pls ignore the familycarthing.com, I googled this one kays?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuuuwuuu, Mazda RX8! RED SOME MORE.&lt;br /&gt;:D Can I have one? hehe. Pls pls, pretty pleeeaase? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get my 'toooooooooot' in red this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like other colors like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. . they're not. .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; GRRR &lt;/span&gt;enough, get me? For some reason &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red's&lt;/span&gt; so. . ME!&lt;br /&gt;:D But of course my baby T2 and my baby Shuffle is in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;la. :D Cos I can be sweet too bah, at times. . when I feel like. . . being nice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Panjang oso I blog kan? HAHA! :D Hurm, now I'm gonna proceed to changing the layout of my blog! So if you guys are experiencing anything ganjil, pelik2 and out of the ordinary, that means this blog is officially under maintenance. *konon la*. :D Oh oh and I'll be listing out topics that I should blog about. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Come la bah give suggestions. . . pretty please? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt;I love you cinta. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tracklover.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I still don't know what this is, but I'm sure it's one of God's greatest give yet. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I syg u! RAWRRR! ;P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yai~ :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5503567638975039048-1107033098275323668?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1107033098275323668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=1107033098275323668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1107033098275323668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/1107033098275323668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-wanna-die-just-yet-d.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna die just yet. :D'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/StScpCVU3JI/AAAAAAAAC08/nOE7lklN6CI/s72-c/2005_red_Toyota_Tacoma_X-Runner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-4022192315061097217</id><published>2009-10-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:17:43.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david beckham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>I'm such a free-spirited person :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll be finishing my EXAMS IN 9 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;omg! That's like less than 2 weeks! :D I've been waiting for it for hundreds of days and it's finally here!!!!! :D Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off from training for 9 days. :( Plus today it'll be 10 days! ARGH! I know I know, exams first. I'm being a goooood girl so I'll bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things in mind after I'm done with my exams. . . such as. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'll get myself BACK ON TRACK WITH TRAINING. Will achieve my 50kg's weight! Hehe. Okay currently stuck on 55 but I'm telling you, I'm gonna get to 50kgs by the end of this year. I'll do whatever it takes :P I'll be a MAN if I have to. I mean, man-up. Not be a man and have. . . umm okay nemind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'm gonna have THAT thing. Not many people know about it yet, except for my beloved sista and si cinta I, and I'm not planning to tell the whole world. But it's something that I've been wanting but hesitated because I was a coward. Wanna know what's THAT? hahahaha. It's something you CAN'T SEE because it's hidden. :D Have a guess eh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'll be praying to God day and night and even in my sleep so that he'll bless my papers for me to get straight As. It's a relief to know that exams will be over, but then the agony of waiting for the results is just unbearable to even think of! And this is ONLY PMR! What will happen to me when I sit for my SPM and more after that? I have a feeling I could even lose my mind!!! But yes, God will be there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I will GO OUT~ and not worry about too much stuff but my results and training. I can finally go out without thinking about "oh crap I have PMR and I shouldn't be hereeee!" :P Woooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I'm planning to go for an ISLAND TRIP! :D *rubs hands together with an evil laugh* MUAHAHA! :D Kak Ninie, come come we go! :D We jadi tourist again? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh my plans. But yet again, I'll be doing it BEFORE my results are out, so it's sort of frightening to be enjoying life without knowing what your results will be. :( Ugggh so I'm really torn in between. WHY LIFE.. WHYYYYY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Aerosmith playing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a filling/delicious/suffering buffet from miss Tyajayze! Grrr at first we were like. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ninie: I'm hungry. . . wat to eat?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was hungry and no one caredddd... :(((( *emo* There's food downstairs.. *and I started yapping about there's no nice food at home.. hehe *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninie: Come we go to the airport and have McD?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gives her an alienating look* To the airport just for McD? *this girl is nuts* Umm okay!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninie: NO NEED TO MANDI. LET'S GO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *confirm sottt* EEEE! I wanna mandi! LATER SMELLY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninie: Ok GO LAHHH! I go reverse the car! :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *walks off.. feeling happy to get out of the house :P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main agenda was to go to the airport to have MCD! *since KK is sooo boring there's no other fun place to have dinner at :( * But then we had some kind of conversation and the conversation lead us to having dinner in HYATT! :D &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And we both agreed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we hesitated while we were on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But then we agreed AGAIN. :D so yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;But then, we thought we'd be wasting money and stuff. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;But WE THOUGHT HEY! Eat all you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Then we stood in front of Hyatt hesitating AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; *yes I know, we're very detailed siblings when it comes to money.. kan? hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then.. :( We walked off and decided to have dinner in Upperstar... *okay, finally a decision!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*five steps later...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ninie: LET'S JUST HAVE DINNER IN HYATT LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Me: ............... okay let's go! hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned around and headed back. Then we ended up getting ourselves so full I could barely even move! I think she's in bed right now while I'm still here blogging cos I still can feel the food not being digested at the moment. I can't sleep with a bloated STOMACH! Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I think nature will call soon. :P HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I REALLY MISS BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*random thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever gone out and see a lot of boys and girls showing off their . . . weird.. fashion senses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean some girls are wearing blue skirts with  some pink nets on their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some boys are wearing skinny jeans?! :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought colors are supposed to be matched properly.?&lt;br /&gt;And skinny jeans are meant to be worn by girls and... the Jonas brothers I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;*even I don't wear skinny jeans because I'm too fat to fit into them.. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they ever thought of getting themselves into fashion disasters before they walk out of their house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'I'M A T-SHIRT AND JEANS PERSON AND I'M HOT!'&lt;/span&gt; SENSE WENT?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of myself that way, but to me, less is MORE!&lt;br /&gt;*less fabric is... also maybe counted but I'm not giving bad influences to anyone okay! It works only if you know where to set the boundaries :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more about boys these days are they are turning more into girls! WAT DA! What's wit guys wearing scarfs around their neck? It's 40 degree celcius out there and they're wearing scarfs!? And even with a tank top and shorts I seriously felt like I was on my way to burning hell! Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's fashion lah. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Well you know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I DO LIVE IN A CAVE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S THAT SQUARE THING WITH COLORS THAT GIVES U INFORMATION. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest everyone should watch&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; "25 Fashion Do's and Dont's" On E!&lt;/span&gt; :D It helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bet you're mocking me right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only wear t-shirts and shorts to everywhere I go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you might think,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"WHAT IS SHE WEARING?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay fine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But everyone has the right to voice out their opinions right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So.. you can't kill me for that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA. Nyeh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still insisting on girls being girls. As simple as they can. Not looking like they just came out from a lollipop machine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys being guys. PLEASE! Jeans and something decent like a plain t-shirt? Or a buttoned shirt with jeans and put on some nice smelling perfume! *melts*  That's much more better. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEST EXAMPLE FOR THAT WOULD BE NONE OTHER THAN. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Ssi4lNKYDxI/AAAAAAAAC0k/WnLbCI-K_cA/s1600-h/david_beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Ssi4lNKYDxI/AAAAAAAAC0k/WnLbCI-K_cA/s400/david_beckham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388759903476649746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckham HIMSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Beckham.... DAVID BECKHAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the girls....&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Ssi6X3UR7FI/AAAAAAAAC0s/q1OWHAPLkzc/s1600-h/Megan+t+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Ssi6X3UR7FI/AAAAAAAAC0s/q1OWHAPLkzc/s400/Megan+t+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761873297566802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOOK AT MEGAN FOX!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Simple is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about how random I could get tonite:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days of school and PMR STARTS!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PMR PMR PMR PMR PMR PMR PMR PMR PMR&lt;br /&gt;*battlemode ON*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite world!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite to my loved one that's currently sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:) I mishhh you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon so we can play2 again! :(&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing my best so that. . .&lt;br /&gt;I can be happy the next time we meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I love you TrackLover. ;) I rely do! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-4022192315061097217?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4022192315061097217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=4022192315061097217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/4022192315061097217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/4022192315061097217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-such-free-spirited-person-d.html' title='I&apos;m such a free-spirited person :D'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Ssi4lNKYDxI/AAAAAAAAC0k/WnLbCI-K_cA/s72-c/david_beckham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-3256214431071635189</id><published>2009-09-27T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:13:33.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Raya 2009! :D</title><content type='html'>Raya's not over yet but obviously mine's SORT OF over. :) But but, Syiqin still has her open house coming up after PMR so there's something to look forward to! WEEE WOOO WEEEE WOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I love this year. HAHA! I mean, there are some parts in your life that you feel your life is soooo dull you just feel like giving up doing whatever you're doing. But some luck striked me, luck that God gave of course, and my life totally did a 360 degree turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya this year was supaaa HAPPENING! haha. :) I'm still waiting for those exclusive photos from my cuzzy, Mr.Kevin Lo. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the photos taken during the 1st day of Raya in my kampung! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sehh, saya orang Tuaran ba nie! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YubYO5nI/AAAAAAAACx8/C_NOs4Owahs/s1600-h/DSC06955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YubYO5nI/AAAAAAAACx8/C_NOs4Owahs/s400/DSC06955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121234005026418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9Yt6aFNEI/AAAAAAAACx0/F9aTMy-jULI/s1600-h/DSC06956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9Yt6aFNEI/AAAAAAAACx0/F9aTMy-jULI/s400/DSC06956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121225154409538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YtftS3_I/AAAAAAAACxs/ev40GeIw3wY/s1600-h/DSC06935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YtftS3_I/AAAAAAAACxs/ev40GeIw3wY/s400/DSC06935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121217987239922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YtIvQM8I/AAAAAAAACxk/VdjtqxAltEA/s1600-h/DSC06959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YtIvQM8I/AAAAAAAACxk/VdjtqxAltEA/s400/DSC06959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121211821437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YUWFAcrI/AAAAAAAACxc/WjhTlgqX3_U/s1600-h/DSC06934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YUWFAcrI/AAAAAAAACxc/WjhTlgqX3_U/s400/DSC06934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386120785905611442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YUMOF1hI/AAAAAAAACxU/g_xSvcufosQ/s1600-h/DSC06922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YUMOF1hI/AAAAAAAACxU/g_xSvcufosQ/s400/DSC06922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386120783259358738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YTjDFO3I/AAAAAAAACxM/lIMWzLFIeks/s1600-h/DSC06915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YTjDFO3I/AAAAAAAACxM/lIMWzLFIeks/s400/DSC06915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386120772207328114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YTWIOuBI/AAAAAAAACxE/Yw7_0MnbpyI/s1600-h/DSC06911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YTWIOuBI/AAAAAAAACxE/Yw7_0MnbpyI/s400/DSC06911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386120768739260434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YS0SE_3I/AAAAAAAACw8/agLtmum_oUY/s1600-h/DSC06902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YS0SE_3I/AAAAAAAACw8/agLtmum_oUY/s400/DSC06902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386120759653760882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's still a lot more photos actually! But tooooo lazy to upload. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, a day after Raya, we had this Interchurch Track and Field competition. :D So! My sister and I, miss Tyajayze hahaha :P represented the beloved Terawi! AND! Terawi won overall with 15 golds! WOOOTS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and I lost. Booooo. But it doesn't matter, at least, I got to be with someone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the photos from the competition :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9aiJlUlNI/AAAAAAAACyk/qgPMsU-bmN4/s1600-h/DSC07028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9aiJlUlNI/AAAAAAAACyk/qgPMsU-bmN4/s400/DSC07028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123222092911826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World, meet Raynold. He's my... FAKE BOYFRIEND! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;My partner in crime during training :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9ah2hwIyI/AAAAAAAACyc/Gc0xTTIqtPU/s1600-h/DSC07002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9ah2hwIyI/AAAAAAAACyc/Gc0xTTIqtPU/s400/DSC07002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123216977666850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my coach. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;He's the best coach I've ever had and whatever he has done for me, I have no idea how long will it take me to repay it back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9ahc_UftI/AAAAAAAACyU/Kag1Au2tqwM/s1600-h/DSC07000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9ahc_UftI/AAAAAAAACyU/Kag1Au2tqwM/s400/DSC07000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123210122362578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Victor Suan.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA. Si taiko :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9agze61tI/AAAAAAAACyM/MWERXaPSEFw/s1600-h/DSC07001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9agze61tI/AAAAAAAACyM/MWERXaPSEFw/s400/DSC07001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123198980609746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;This is Andy.&lt;br /&gt;My partner in crime during training juga!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9agiHAyGI/AAAAAAAACyE/OVDPvoYYNdA/s1600-h/DSC07010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9agiHAyGI/AAAAAAAACyE/OVDPvoYYNdA/s400/DSC07010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123194316933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sprinter Sabah ah.&lt;br /&gt;:D ma sister~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bZ4pg_bI/AAAAAAAACzM/pWtEg9RtEqc/s1600-h/DSC07017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bZ4pg_bI/AAAAAAAACzM/pWtEg9RtEqc/s400/DSC07017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386124179619773874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bZkXLiAI/AAAAAAAACzE/d5ZTfTrLkZ4/s1600-h/DSC07016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bZkXLiAI/AAAAAAAACzE/d5ZTfTrLkZ4/s400/DSC07016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386124174174160898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bZLF7jmI/AAAAAAAACy8/4BdyzDYB_PY/s1600-h/9730_139368782828_572012828_2425815_3185625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bZLF7jmI/AAAAAAAACy8/4BdyzDYB_PY/s400/9730_139368782828_572012828_2425815_3185625_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386124167390924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there were tons of photogs during the competition it was HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;and annoying la juga cos the flashes kinda blinds people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bYiH-A2I/AAAAAAAACy0/ZAR6VT7R3cM/s1600-h/8723_140057328535_819268535_2545609_7568685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bYiH-A2I/AAAAAAAACy0/ZAR6VT7R3cM/s400/8723_140057328535_819268535_2545609_7568685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386124156393620322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;no. He wasn't scolding me. Advices bah dat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bYML7zqI/AAAAAAAACys/aJB630cQCGI/s1600-h/7531_1041249048183_1734297739_85699_2798950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bYML7zqI/AAAAAAAACys/aJB630cQCGI/s400/7531_1041249048183_1734297739_85699_2798950_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386124150504672930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always be camera ready! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bx1C-SMI/AAAAAAAACzc/BsklW-awhoI/s1600-h/DSC07026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bx1C-SMI/AAAAAAAACzc/BsklW-awhoI/s400/DSC07026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386124590969669826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D Vic! Comel kan kita? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bxhp9wCI/AAAAAAAACzU/l-E1mkUxxcM/s1600-h/DSC07033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9bxhp9wCI/AAAAAAAACzU/l-E1mkUxxcM/s400/DSC07033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386124585764503586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaaaa, he's flying off tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;Teda la my kawan training anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;Grrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Wednesday, there was an open house at MY HOUSE! :D Ummmm. Tons of people came and it was HECTIC! Was too busy to even layan my clans. ;( Sobs. But, a lot of things happened and I'm glad it did. Something I'll never let go for the rest of my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GANGSSZZZ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eUrX_73I/AAAAAAAAC0E/LG0Anl3Mo58/s1600-h/10621_138718697919_770412919_2423263_2721213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eUrX_73I/AAAAAAAAC0E/LG0Anl3Mo58/s400/10621_138718697919_770412919_2423263_2721213_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127388692180850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and I ;) :D Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eUExbAhI/AAAAAAAACz8/RI-BokiuMaY/s1600-h/7419_1239772518929_1367771486_30667725_4598061_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eUExbAhI/AAAAAAAACz8/RI-BokiuMaY/s400/7419_1239772518929_1367771486_30667725_4598061_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127378329829906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha bida! :D Candid shot by Sulina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eTh416hI/AAAAAAAACz0/Oq_tHwJhmZ8/s1600-h/7419_1239772798936_1367771486_30667732_2376760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eTh416hI/AAAAAAAACz0/Oq_tHwJhmZ8/s400/7419_1239772798936_1367771486_30667732_2376760_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127368965712402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my closest friends. ;) I heart them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eTLKnCMI/AAAAAAAACzs/S5Ako4Iw7Lo/s1600-h/7419_1239773478953_1367771486_30667748_1431696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eTLKnCMI/AAAAAAAACzs/S5Ako4Iw7Lo/s400/7419_1239773478953_1367771486_30667748_1431696_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127362866219202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And world, meet my BESTEST FRIEND. ;) Asyiqin! She's the only girl I've been protecting with all my life. I have no idea why :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eS09fRJI/AAAAAAAACzk/07MxVY2s43U/s1600-h/7419_1239773558955_1367771486_30667750_7836621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eS09fRJI/AAAAAAAACzk/07MxVY2s43U/s400/7419_1239773558955_1367771486_30667750_7836621_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127356905604242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and then my friends had nothing better to do then to 'usik2' me with Andy. Grrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9ey9AV9AI/AAAAAAAAC0U/wYnbg-FS9MM/s1600-h/7419_1239773438952_1367771486_30667747_5258675_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9ey9AV9AI/AAAAAAAAC0U/wYnbg-FS9MM/s400/7419_1239773438952_1367771486_30667747_5258675_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127908820874242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World, again, meet Andy Steve. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eybK2qyI/AAAAAAAAC0M/RqoDfIUGvQo/s1600-h/7419_1239773358950_1367771486_30667746_5962732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9eybK2qyI/AAAAAAAAC0M/RqoDfIUGvQo/s400/7419_1239773358950_1367771486_30667746_5962732_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386127899738155810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And meet my fat ass and Andy's fit body :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many things happened and yet again, time flew so fast. I'm soon sitting for my exams and after that I'll be free. All I can say now is I'll be doing my very best and whatever happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first and foremost, I'd like to say sorry again to you, for doing this to you. But some things are meant to happen, whether I'm gonna regret this or not, I don't mind. Because I'm taking all the chances I can in this life. I hope you'd understand. No, I can't leave him and I won't leave him. And no, I can't go back to you even if I'm not with him. Because I chose not to. I don't want to hurt you any longer and I want you to move on. I've moved on a long time ago, and you should too. I am sorry, it's okay for everyone to hate me now, cos speaking frankly, none of them liked us before. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And now, it's for you. :D No, I didn't stop blogging cos you read my blog, it's just that I really have nothing to blog about. But now I do! :D Okay umm umm, although it's been only a few days or so, but a lot of things happened and it's very hard to explain every little thing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I never thought I'd meet someone like you, you know that? I thought a guy like you never existed anymore and I'm going to be stuck with whatever's left in this world. Haha but God proved me wrong. Well of course I'm wrong, look who I met! You're the kind of person that I can make my best friend and at the same time I could love. Whenever you're around, I see myself. Okay that was scary at first but yea, I realized it's true! Ummm. I'm sorry if whatever I've done or said have hurt your feelings. But I'll never forget you and I'll remember all the things you said. All the things we promised to do and we're going for it. Together. :) I'm not gonna go back to my past, and I'm not gonna let go of you. You don't have to worry about all those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the risk. I'm a risk taker. And that's something you have to know about me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh and one more thing baby, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will NEVER LEAVE YOU. So stop telling me, "Please don't leave me." Because I love you. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna conquer the track in our own ways. Who cares if we don't get anything, as long as we get the satisfaction and the determination gets us there~! *ni la ni kalau org teda talent! HAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be counting the days again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9kwuDXMZI/AAAAAAAAC0c/F1B92PtN6lk/s1600-h/ABCD0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9kwuDXMZI/AAAAAAAAC0c/F1B92PtN6lk/s400/ABCD0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386134467517034898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Track lover!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;damn it angau. :(&lt;br /&gt;I miss u miss u miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-3256214431071635189?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/3256214431071635189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=3256214431071635189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/3256214431071635189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/3256214431071635189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-2009-d.html' title='Raya 2009! :D'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sr9YubYO5nI/AAAAAAAACx8/C_NOs4Owahs/s72-c/DSC06955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-7980867107539375034</id><published>2009-09-14T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:32:38.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm a heartbreaker who will never admit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Every single thing is a little too overwhelming for someone like me to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;God's power is overwhelming. So overwhelming and over the top till I don't wanna stop thanking Him. I don't think a life time would be long enough to say my thank you(s), so right now I'm trying to figure out the right way. Whatever it is, everything's TOO TOO good to be true. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPp2r7mGZPU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPp2r7mGZPU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The month of September's coming to and end, and finally, FINALLY my PMR's really really coming for real. For once I thought it was never going to happen and the agony of feeling all the fears in the world were really taking over me. Ahhh shucks. But once I found out what I'm really capable of, I'm going to stick to that and as long as I ask for help from the 'right one', I'll be fine. He'll always lend me a hand of his.  :) But before that, RAYA WILL BE HERE! In another 6 more days. Can you believe that? A year had gone by and still, I really didn't know where it went! I'm crossing my fingers, praying hard that Raya this year will be this Sunday. Cos if it falls on a Monday, it'll be a total turn off! No going back to 'kampung' due to track and field competition. *sigh* I know, I know, you'll probably say, "People going for raya, you go and run?! wat lah!". But ahhh some things just can't be avoided, and this is one of it. A lot of things will be happening in between the month of September and October and somehow, I think they're causing me terrible headaches. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm me, and 'I' can do anything as long as effort comes along with it! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_f2EIPdbz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_f2EIPdbz0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Trials are still on! Last 2 papers tomorrow! MATHS AND GEO! :D Pffft haha. I'm actually taking my time off cos for some reason, I have no mood as in NO MOTIVATION WHATSOEVER to study in the evenings. It's really bad actually since we only have 24 hours in a day, minus the hours that I can't study, I don't have much time! OMG. I should probably be a zombie. That's the only way. Ahhh, I can do it I can do it. :) I've tried my best doing revisions and I'm a good girl now :D So I hope He'll lend me his hand, but whatever comes out of this, I'm taking it with an open heart. Who cares what other people think, it's MY RESULTS. What I've done is what I've worked for. I know I'm working hard *minus this blogging session* and I'm going to work harder! So, YAAAAAAAARGGGHH! :D Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kinda pissed off currently cos I had to rewrite the whole thing up there since some uncle turned off whatever main switch there is down there. They're repairing my house! :D Yay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna touch me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dedicated to those As. I know you As wanna touch me! Come touuucchh me!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ahhh I really want my straight As. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*uisehhh, I'm calling them mine :P *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Looking back at some last year's pictures and comparing them to mine now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq38aK7p-uI/AAAAAAAACv8/yBEKEpH7VuI/s1600-h/DSC02535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq38aK7p-uI/AAAAAAAACv8/yBEKEpH7VuI/s400/DSC02535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381234656318978786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2009! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq38aiqJaII/AAAAAAAACwE/jXCHjpHiroM/s1600-h/DSC06313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq38aiqJaII/AAAAAAAACwE/jXCHjpHiroM/s400/DSC06313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381234662687991938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A year doesn't change much. HAHAHAHA. I should wait when I'm 25. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's 'kurik' some OLDER PICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2007! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39KGxgQII/AAAAAAAACwM/oHnqaaRdHwo/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39KGxgQII/AAAAAAAACwM/oHnqaaRdHwo/s400/Image075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381235479836377218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009!! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39Kjol0rI/AAAAAAAACwU/C08EqYFG9z4/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39Kjol0rI/AAAAAAAACwU/C08EqYFG9z4/s400/school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381235487583621810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOME OLDERRR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2005! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39rgV3NrI/AAAAAAAACwc/U3x1DhZe-P4/s1600-h/img350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39rgV3NrI/AAAAAAAACwc/U3x1DhZe-P4/s400/img350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381236053635446450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2009! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39sMWYC_I/AAAAAAAACwk/pXFrB3JiP84/s1600-h/DSC06801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq39sMWYC_I/AAAAAAAACwk/pXFrB3JiP84/s400/DSC06801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381236065448758258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Omg, it's been 4 years and I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am fatter!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh I was 11, now I'm 15 okay. Means, PUBERTY! :D Acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna let her out of this one. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2006! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq3-jdbQMKI/AAAAAAAACws/SBmJRsDXMp4/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq3-jdbQMKI/AAAAAAAACws/SBmJRsDXMp4/s400/Image087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381237014925422754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2009! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq3-j2BUAgI/AAAAAAAACw0/Dqs3fkvIkew/s1600-h/DSC06762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq3-j2BUAgI/AAAAAAAACw0/Dqs3fkvIkew/s400/DSC06762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381237021527507458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It has seriously been 3 years and Omg so much have changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, it's the 14th of September today. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop counting the days now because for some reason I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO FACE REALITY! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you tho. ;) muah! :*&lt;br /&gt;I miss you I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I is mishing is the you. :P&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-7980867107539375034?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/7980867107539375034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=7980867107539375034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/7980867107539375034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/7980867107539375034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-heartbreaker-who-will-never-admit.html' title='I&apos;m a heartbreaker who will never admit.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/Sq38aK7p-uI/AAAAAAAACv8/yBEKEpH7VuI/s72-c/DSC02535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-430895334835554804</id><published>2009-09-04T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:11:41.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SqEJ-Vl1wRI/AAAAAAAACvk/eUJWFws5WP0/s1600-h/DSC06725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SqEJ-Vl1wRI/AAAAAAAACvk/eUJWFws5WP0/s400/DSC06725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377590396609478930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a FRIDAY NIGHT! And I can't do anything about it cos I'm still underage. Right. So hello again, bloggy. My darling Sulina demanded for a blog update, so voila! Here it is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's good so far. I've been burying my head in every single book that I see and trying my best to finish them off before my exams. Yay I used to think that I could never finish studying all these chapters but hoho, look what I did! :D Sometimes I shall never look down on my own capability la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really afraid of the exams. The fear of not getting those straight As. I could imagine the disappointment on my parents' face if I don't get those As. Argh! Maybe that's the reason why I haven't been sleeping well lately. Not only being unable to sleep well but NOT GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP as well! Huaaa. I only get 1 or 2 hours of sleep every night and the rest of the night went to night-dreaming and tossing and turning. Maybe it's because of the fasting? Or the fears? Or am I thinking too much? If I am, what am I thinking... really? Some things are just too hard to explain lah. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked into the school compound this morning feeling like a WALKING ZOMBIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SqEMGG_AtWI/AAAAAAAACvs/QXr_63epabQ/s1600-h/6240_1098616875986_1543568399_30306127_950194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SqEMGG_AtWI/AAAAAAAACvs/QXr_63epabQ/s400/6240_1098616875986_1543568399_30306127_950194_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377592729150731618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay. Merdeka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;About the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;track lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have nothing much to say since... everything has been exposed. HAHA. And I've learnt my lesson. :D I still love you. And I think I will always love you. Despite the thissss and thatsss. :D So yes. Itu lah. Umm. Okay. Baiklah. Sekian terima kasih. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I REALLY DONNO WAT TO BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SULINA U BLOG FOR ME LA!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaahhaahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SqENBcpzcxI/AAAAAAAACv0/dmjsIxKc4EY/s1600-h/6240_1098615955963_1543568399_30306122_1026812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SqENBcpzcxI/AAAAAAAACv0/dmjsIxKc4EY/s400/6240_1098615955963_1543568399_30306122_1026812_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377593748579644178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Blog next time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;track lover&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503567638975039048-430895334835554804?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/430895334835554804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=430895334835554804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/430895334835554804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/430895334835554804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/09/rusty-blog.html' title='Rusty blog.'/><author><name>Konea K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12952922040507246170</uri><email>ochee_wink23@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05274288679092939768'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/SqEJ-Vl1wRI/AAAAAAAACvk/eUJWFws5WP0/s72-c/DSC06725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503567638975039048.post-5289207492521166482</id><published>2009-08-20T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:53:03.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piece of my mind'/><title type='text'>I eat, breathe, sleep You. You know that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0oRhyq7TI/AAAAAAAACt8/MaR-2lOM0Vg/s1600-h/DSC06706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0oRhyq7TI/AAAAAAAACt8/MaR-2lOM0Vg/s400/DSC06706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371994212116655410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's MY OFF DAY FROM TRAINING TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;*sohappysorelaxedsonice*&lt;br /&gt;Yet so fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I just had my dinner and it's only 6pm. Hahahaha. I know, I might die of starvation somewhere around. . . well, later but it's okay. A little sacrifice mah, I don't wanna get fat okay since today no workout. *konea ur so useless got gym in the house oso dont wanna get ur fatass moving*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake! Today's the only day I could get my mind off training! Not that I dislike it, just that sometimes you need to get yourself away from it. *Even lovers need a holiday okay*. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Right, so what to blog about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't really have much time la cos after this I'm gonna go back to studying then shower then STUDY again. *sigh* I know right some of you might just say, "Oh PMR only mah sure can wan". Yaaaa can! Of course can... If you studied for it then OF COURSE CAN. Being the procrastinator that I am, I doubt that. Haha. Okay it's not that I'm lacking of self confidence but I'm just worried. Everyone's been bugging me about getting straight A's and if I don't, it's gonna be the END OF THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I just can't wait to get into FORM 4 next year! Hahahahahah. yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's worrying about it BUT ME! I'm such an angel aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone's been so busy in school with the National Day decoration and stuff. Since I'm seating with a bunch of hyperactive kids, *which I love since they're my besties* I was dragged along to help with the decoration as well. I must say everything looks nice! With the big ass astronaut with a gun in his hand. Hahahahaha. Credit goes to Syiqin for having ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD and being the one super damnly excited to do the decoration. No one's group in the class could compete with "our" group's decoration man. Just admit it. :P *Sorry to the rest of the Dynamicians*. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's also busy doing revisions on this subject, and on THAT subject some more with THOSE subjects. *sigh* You can almost feel the stress burning your own brain! Even the sky is crying for us right now! *damn heavy rain okay* Sigh. But I like the rain. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ramadhan's JUST AROUND THE CORNER!*excites*&lt;br /&gt;Then everything will just be much much muuuuch better!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stop with the training though cos it's important to STAY FIT! Since I have competition during Raya *sigh I know right* so I have to keep on training. I hope my fats will get burned more during the fasting month! Yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then after Raya it will be PMR! Oh my lord. :( Allah bless me. Please bless me. :( Oh my god. If I don't ace this one my parents will hate me so bad they won't even want me as a daughter anymore. *THE PRESSURE OF GETTING STRAIGHT As KILLS!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0olBacqjI/AAAAAAAACuE/4BsFPHhsgIQ/s1600-h/DSC06657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0olBacqjI/AAAAAAAACuE/4BsFPHhsgIQ/s400/DSC06657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371994547022506546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAHASA MELAYU&lt;br /&gt;BAHASA INGGERIS&lt;br /&gt;MATHEMATICS&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;SEJARAH&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAFI&lt;br /&gt;PENDIDIKAN ISLAM&lt;br /&gt;KEMAHIRAN HIDUP BERSEPADU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need As! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart's beating so fast right now I need to blog about something else.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I just dropped by Su Ann the hotness' blog and yes she's so damn hot I feel so lucky to be one of the people that SHE KNOWS. hahaha. :P Alaaaaa I miss her la. So then I dropped by her hot BF'S blog also *SuAnn don't kill me just yet it's a compliment your bf is good looking okay and u noe u want me to say that*  then I saw the pictures! God damn it so sweet I can eat those pictures up. Sigh. I want a guy who hugs me from the back and wants to take picture OF IT! :( Shall I begin with the list now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I want a guy who calls me baby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0pL6iLAYI/AAAAAAAACuM/PZVxvbw8umE/s1600-h/Happy_Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0pL6iLAYI/AAAAAAAACuM/PZVxvbw8umE/s400/Happy_Couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371995215190753666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want a guy who hugs me from the back and kisses my neck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want a guy who has an earring on one ear. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want a guy who enjoys doing the same thing as I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want a bad boy. A good bad boy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want a guy who's tall enough so that I could tip toe to kiss him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I want a guy who's able to say, "This is my girlfriend." to his mom without hesitating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I want a relationship that doesn't need to be hidden from the whole entire world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want a guy who knows how to take care of himself, his looks, his whole entire self.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want a guy who wears a damn nice perfume so that I would wanna stick to him for the rest of the night. Or maybe just the whole time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, I want a guy who respects me for who I am. Who doesn't judge me. Who doesn't say bad things about my family, especially MY FAMILY MEMBERS. Who doesn't diss them in front of his FAMILY and CLOSE FAMILY MEMBERS. I want  a guy who listens to me, who will do what I say *only if its reasonable* and a guy who will take good care of me. I want a guy who's a listener and also a guy who knows when to keep his mouth shut. I want a guy who can make me feel protected and safe and not feel as if like I'm a useless useless uselss girl. I want a guy who understands me, who knows me, who's MY BEST FRIEND. And I DON'T WANT A GUY WHO WANTS TO OWN ME AND TO HAVE ME JUST FOR THE SAKE OF SATISFYING HIMSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a guy&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; WHO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'WANTS' &lt;/span&gt;ME JUST BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE CAN'T HAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0qGsPd9EI/AAAAAAAACuU/gOz_q9RWvn0/s1600-h/The_Finger_by_kd5ytx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0qGsPd9EI/AAAAAAAACuU/gOz_q9RWvn0/s400/The_Finger_by_kd5ytx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371996224966489154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so pissed at myself for putting myself in that situation. I hate a guy who just doesn't know what he's saying. He just keeps on saying it without considering MY FEELINGS. Ahhh fuck. =( It's nice to know that I've put him LAST on my list of priorities in life. I need someone  WAAAAY better than that. I need someone to make me happy. Although it IS weird to sit next to him and not feel the same way I did few months back. It's like, I never wanna hold hands with him anymore because my heart is not there in that moment, in that place or even in the relationship anymore. It's nice to know that my heart is no longer depending on it anymore. It's nice to know that I CAN love someone else. Where few months ago I cried to myself saying that I could never live with someone else. But infact, I CAN! And I do love someone else. I don't mind if he doesn't, because I'm just glad to know that I'm still able to love another person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And track lover yes, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhh  I still can't express my feelings towards you and I'm sorry! It's great with what's been going on with us. I'm not expecting more, like I said this is enough for me. I wouldn't want anything to change. I love you. I really do bebeh! Haha. :) I'm waiting for you to come back like you want me to! And I told you what makes me LOVE YOU right? So yeah, those are the things. And yes, you make me feel as if there's more carbon dioxide in this world than oxygen. Haha. :) So you're the air that I breathe. Sehh, jiwang right me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you track lover.&lt;br /&gt;I would say your name but... It's gonna create some sort of explosion and some 'ketidakseimbangan ekosistem'. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0qxU_acOI/AAAAAAAACuc/9C3FiSGi3BM/s1600-h/L_o_v_e__by_ThErEaLDoLLyFrikka.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9omZf4jWLI/So0qxU_acOI/AAAAAAAACuc/9C3FiSGi3BM/s400/L_o_v_e__by_ThErEaLDoLLyFrikka.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371996957459509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TINGAU! ;) :*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay I need to shower THEN STUDY! yay!&lt;br /&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/5503567638975039048-5289207492521166482?l=mochaobsession.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5289207492521166482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503567638975039048&amp;postID=5289207492521166482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/5289207492521166482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503567638975039048/posts/default/5289207492521166482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaobsession.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-eat-breathe-sleep-you-you-know-that.html' title='I eat, breathe, sleep You. 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