tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75581745381538568312024-03-13T07:00:33.650+08:00SSSSSSH...! I HAVE STORIES TO TELLF-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-69176963680649780052011-11-14T18:31:00.002+08:002011-11-14T23:04:54.704+08:00I Learn to Appreciate<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hello all!</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">S</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">uddenly I had the strong urge to write something here. I think I just miss my late grandmother so much and I don’t know with whom I shall share this feeling. <span style="font-size: large;">You know, not all people out there is willing to listen to everything you have to share, not every time</span>. The worst part is that, they are among your close friends and those you consider to be among the best. Absurd isn’t it. At last, I bet it’s better to write it here, so that nobody will complain anything. Read if you want to, don’t if you wish so.</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This entry is not meant to be a sad entry, but to remind us that we have to appreciate the existence of people around us.</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My late grandmother is irreplaceable. <span style="font-size: large;">No doubt about it</span>. But after her passing, Allah has bestowed me with a beautiful niece, whom I love very dearly. She feels so close to my heart, as close as my grandmother was. I bet, that is just how this life works. Nothing is eternal. Hence we need to make sure that we make our loved ones happy while they are still alive. I am relief that I have made my grandmother happy when she was still alive. She was so proud of me, and <span style="font-size: large;">I have tried my best to put smiles on her face every single day</span>. She always said that I am her favourite and she’s happy that I am her grandson. </span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now, my beautiful Sofia just turned 1 a week ago.<span style="font-size: large;"> Oh the time truly flies</span>. I bought her a ballerina gown on her 1st birthday and she looks very adorable wearing it. That happy girl is able to make my heart beams every now and then. <span style="font-size: large;">She’s my pure bundle of joy, just like the late of my grandmother</span>.</span></div></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Let’s make our loved ones happy, while they are still around us.</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>HHB</strong></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>learn-to-appreciate</strong></span> </div></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-52572504362009453672011-02-07T20:36:00.000+08:002011-02-07T20:36:34.332+08:00Stalk Me Even More<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hi Peeps,</span> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Last night, my phone rang,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yes, “<span style="font-size: large;">someone</span>” called,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I was told that “someone” <span style="font-size: large;">stalked me</span> for quite sometimes,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Strangely, I <span style="font-size: large;">did not freak</span> out, not a bit,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Instead, my heart smiles like a <span style="font-size: large;">moon beam</span> when I first heard that,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And till now my <span style="font-size: large;">heart</span> is still smiling,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Probably, I still want that “someone” to stalk me <span style="font-size: large;">from afar</span>,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So that “<span style="font-size: large;">someone</span>” will be able to know me better, by just observing.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oh, <span style="font-size: large;">please</span>, do not stop, watch me closely,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Keep doing that</span>, my dear “someone”,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For that has brightened up my <span style="font-size: large;">days and nights</span>.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Regards,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">HHB,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">stalkme-evenmore</span></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-61626836451367813072011-01-13T22:50:00.001+08:002011-01-13T22:51:08.834+08:00Not Just Another Dream<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hi Peeps,</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Last night I had a dream. It's the dream that <span style="font-size: large;">I wish would last long</span>. Last night, I dreamt of my late grandmother. Yes, the one whom I deeply missed. In my dream, I saw her coming back to our house, and the moment I saw her, I <span style="font-size: large;">ran</span> towards her and I <span style="font-size: large;">hugged </span>her tightly. I can still remember vividly I <span style="font-size: large;">cried </span>really hard when I hugged her. It felt so real! </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Suddenly, I woke up and realized that it was just a dream. How I wish that the dream did not end there. And how <span style="font-size: large;">I wish I can hug her longer</span>.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But one thing for sure, <span style="font-size: large;">it's a dream that I want to have every single time I fall asleep</span>....</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">May you have <span style="font-size: large;">the best place</span> there, Nek. May my <span style="font-size: large;">prayers</span> for you are being heard by the Almighty. Amin.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>HHB</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>She's-deeply-Missed</strong></span></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-44416765682271922852010-12-30T13:51:00.000+08:002010-12-30T13:51:01.159+08:00Who's Singing...?<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hey Peeps,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">look who's singing...? Check it out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What do you know about <span style="font-size: large;">friendship</span>,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">when you<span style="font-size: large;"> do not care</span> for your friend's feeling,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">being <span style="font-size: large;">insensitive</span> towards them,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">treating them like <span style="font-size: large;">strangers</span>,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">not knowing</span> the real situations, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">yet you're giving them a <span style="font-size: large;">wrong look</span>,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">putting the <span style="font-size: large;">blame </span>on them for the wrong thing <span style="font-size: large;">you did</span>,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">giving them your <span style="font-size: large;">evil</span> laughs,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">causing them to suffer <span style="font-size: large;">heartache</span>,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">What do you know</span> about it...?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">For this one time,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I am <span style="font-size: large;">begging</span> you to come back to <span style="font-size: large;">your</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">SENSES...!</span></div><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">thanks to Allah, <span style="font-size: large;">alhamdulillah</span>, finally, i've secured a job offer from a mid-sized law firm in Kuala Lumpur. What makes me happy is that, the firm is willing to pay me according to the market rate. Right now, I am very excited to <span style="font-size: large;">embark on a new journey</span>, as an Advocate & Solicitor.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know that it won't be easy, yet, I am ready to face the upcoming challenges in life. I just pray and hope that I will always have the <span style="font-size: large;">courage </span>to make it through the hurdles. I always tell myself that the <span style="font-size: large;">pain </span>that I have to suffer, is the best way to bring me <span style="font-size: large;">forward</span>. So, I will bear the pain, no matter how painful it is.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oh yeah, I've gone missing from this blog for almost a year. There are many <span style="font-size: large;">major changes</span> happened in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My beloved <span style="font-size: large;">grandmother</span>, who was the <span style="font-size: large;">closest person</span> to me, passed away on the 16th day of last ramadhan. (May Allah bless her soul and place her in the best place, Amin.) She was the best gift for me from Allah. I am fortunate that I had her in my life. She was a very <span style="font-size: large;">modest</span> person, who always taught me good values in life. Whenever I faced troubles in life, she offered me her helps and showered me with her loves, so that I won't be left alone. Indeed, I owe her my life. <span style="font-size: large;">My prayers</span>, will always be with her.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Each time I miss her, I will look at the photos of her, which captured wonderful moments that I had with her. <span style="font-size: large;">Tears couldn’t bring her back to me</span>. Yet, the sweet and sad memories that we shared together will always remain intact in my mind. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The day when she left me, was the saddest day that I’ve ever had so far. It was the downiest point of my life. It’s really hard to let her go, but nothing that I could do to change the fact that she's gone. I will always remember her as the <span style="font-size: large;">greatest gift</span> that God has bestowed upon me. I love you Nenek. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">To Nenek</span>, we will always keep praying for your well-being in the hereafter. Never will I forget.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><strong>الفاتحه</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After years going through the hurdles, finally, on January 2010 I <span style="font-size: large;">graduated</span> with a Second Class Upper Grade (yay). Now I am the degree holder of Bachelor of Laws (Honours).<span style="font-size: small;"> </span> </span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's been a very <span style="font-size: large;">tough journey</span>, and it's impossible for me to reach the finish line without supports from people around me, especially my late Grandmother, family and close friends.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now I have a <span style="font-size: large;">bigger responsibility</span> towards the society at large. The knowledge gained and the skills obtained throughout my studies, I shall not waste. I pray that Allah will always <span style="font-size: large;">guide me</span> to the right path. One thing for sure, I know that I won't sink in the sea of life</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then I pursued my career in <span style="font-size: large;">legal fraternity</span> as a pupil-in-chamber for the period of nine months. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And, on the 6th November 2010, my only sister gave <span style="font-size: large;">birth</span> to a beautiful baby, Sofia. Indeed, she is a real bundle of joy who brings thousands of meaning in this life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Many things happened. Those are among the <span style="font-size: large;">untold stories</span> which I think, you should know.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Till then,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>that's-that</strong></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-35642206056463569252010-12-27T22:35:00.007+08:002010-12-29T11:14:22.027+08:00I Used To Have...<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Hey peeps,</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I used to have a<span style="font-size: large;"> best friend</span>,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">who was always there for me, through thick and thin,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">we shared many things in life together,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">both sadness and hapiness,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">but as we all know, <span style="font-size: large;">with no exception</span>,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">all of us <span style="font-size: large;">change</span>,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">some of us change to become a better person in life, </span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">while some others, the other way around.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgul6-efbe5hLkmyQmw3oFYoAyNHLU_l3At6gC6B1BKskwu_mesJNedXUFBKfep5J5jZ1eEspU-zQr2IOGHsm4QReEvtegdq9IsSlqv5aN4JELnLfQY7gfR-Ivk0Z8KRgxtr3FzrAxzXAE/s1600/best+friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgul6-efbe5hLkmyQmw3oFYoAyNHLU_l3At6gC6B1BKskwu_mesJNedXUFBKfep5J5jZ1eEspU-zQr2IOGHsm4QReEvtegdq9IsSlqv5aN4JELnLfQY7gfR-Ivk0Z8KRgxtr3FzrAxzXAE/s320/best+friends.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">My so called best friend</span> is of no exception,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">he too, changed</span>,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">gradually, he became someone whom I can barely understand,</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">from someone whom I think "the best of friend",</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">to only my <span style="font-size: large;">good friend</span>,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">again, after sometimes, I feel that he wasn't really a good friend,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">but we're still close,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">perhaps we're just <span style="font-size: large;">close friends</span>,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">neither good nor best,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">unfortunately, I was wrong again,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">for one more time,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">it seems there are gaps separated between us, lately,</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and the gaps seemed to be created by himself,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">hence, we are not as close as we used to be,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">yet, he is <span style="font-size: large;">a friend of mine</span>, STILL.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Right now, at this moment,</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I think, <span style="font-size: large;">I have lost the count</span>,</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Why oh why,</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">only he has the answer,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">but, no matter what,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am still a hopeful person,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">hoping that, <span style="font-size: large;">he will be 'him' again</span>.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Regards,<br />
HHB,<br />
Best-Good-Close</span></b></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-13650514835782830002009-06-12T21:30:00.000+08:002009-06-13T16:59:46.319+08:00I am what 'HOLIC'?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Peeps,</span></strong> </span>
<div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663366;">Do you have any idea how much that<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#330033;">I miss you?<span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="color:#663366;">I really miss you people =)</span></span></span></span></span></div>
<p><span style="color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346435427680548466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt1EnBRBLihInm-u8XLsAWb_WH3TBLzPhobq1hCff_P68nDMMqjofWOdGI7py-xLDJCng5mHX3_kBdgslQFkRYpXFX7ayeAsDCh7mZ3hCd4SIyQbZT09JVaZd0kFeOfGQVjpi0j02uqg/s400/n669571649_2233516_7938112.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="color:#663366;">Much apology for I failed to spare my time here. I haven’t got the opportunity to update my blog since the last two weeks. I was extremely busy with my sister’s wedding in Klang and Kuala Terengganu. Yet I am deligthed that everything went well. What a relief. Phew.</span><span style="color:#663366;">
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<p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346435430723958818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkkkn5ZU0nR42Pe07UqkxMxg-mRqZGZ0F2vVmOA7OPLhsVhJI3PXp9fQuyvNosrnd-M30Rn5hzPnVZxtSYzICsM23lOraHnb5nvyppVxfatk_s8ERIYq5LErqgWSmy5dIILhSD1Jb88CA/s400/4526_219547105104_656565104_7040722_5974_n.jpg" border="0" />
And yeah, finally, I can spare my priceless time to update my blog. Yay.
Last night I was wondering, if a question is asked to you; <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">What kind of ‘holic’ are you?</span> What would be your answer? Well, as for me I have my own answers.
I am a:
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">1. Chocoholic</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346437410467509570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUdTkNvu0UtP0RY3wuWT43DXlLtue3VJ6lAhqoQfhya7see9QZgrm72BN2-2cnIaFNu2Jil1Xy4V_g19-SamJxsmFvoGF2409MMkTEl35IkwmaEKZBkk881_sLTEpUMhroDQxDA3_B_0/s400/n669571649_2038254_1808544.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346435437600406146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCeKG6swx08dQUYjMlW9-ZrXJeJtEG3elOFSUdHMkCHFE0RJQ7fd3v5t82S1_5Kk5jRGwwEt5-iUyFXcEa1xiBfBl6GafMbabARH-i_ZGnEup1zAcoh2EOXdn2HU1CGLlmPtOxjjJ64ik/s400/me20.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346435444750878722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPpz_r8jJM1u4myzMSXlwcGdBoakpJa6g9BbWg2v8xmv6FlYLKN4G0lyLKp8JkzsQW61elMIql1mA-r-csg74Gpn3xR-Ox51xxBN-DqeNLsFY6Qc4Y3NTQxDvA0KUEiF55Xtsz0lX2E8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" />
I am pretty sure you know it. I am a sweet tooth person. Chocs and I are inseparable. I love the sweetness. Not to forget the bitterness. Every bite of chocs makes me feel great. That is why, I am a chocoholic person.
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">2. Shopaholic</span> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346733645688913682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhm9xRFAKkw8VwIz0s2W9IchlQPrFKBdU6Bb6K57UciPchsU-q1MKuh2Tp5EucwGZiQmmt47nNwEiZ5rJpZ1bgoliAQNNAuCf66TPE_MbBDv6BMXOMiv6NV9JlIT_9_NlUCqAouBfSVw/s400/1129930156_l.jpg" border="0" />
<p>I love spending my money, even when I don’t actually have much to spend. <span style="font-size:130%;">It is my greatest pleasure guilt.</span> I like buying new stuffs for myself. It feels really satisfying when I can actually get things that I want.</p><p>It’s very rare that I’d go out without buying anything. I will refrain myself to shop when I actually have none to spend. Haha. It’s really bad. It’s not wise to spend money on unnecessary things. I know. I am sure we all know.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346437414344226114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4Fju-Q6WaaR7Qc1xvDFpyro22a5ci9CtTMfL_cX4brokIYKkalgzc2amZRH2GB9mDrV4WmZM6uQlV6a4U-4zyrBf1RzEUyZye9WfV6FLzilreqQCMJW0n50VvHbg96Sfqi-chcjSZWI/s400/DSC04426.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346437417997764770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3KOJ8hJdIZeNHSv79zPvzkinT1HL8fRU3pWoBYRj_QGcvnfxVdjk0kjhN8KXBYzxQNMXwqkOG8WfZMwDl2bS4_QOAUHu3ianDuWbx6tmdNTWutP4kBQH_KQ2ebZiKTt-nbhK-I1-yWI/s400/DSC04425.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346728592845925186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cxbekqpheA2YWW3jdcuBVnNdI8UOTRlqrZwo9kW7EQbey3nHC5ZrlpjtuklDDliAf_ELPgIqU2zj9pSff0Y55JQ2wP9Xm-vFQqK88gNHiPpf5ZzXSDbifbUhhsOMj4xfur7KrjMUnjA/s400/DSC03941.JPG" border="0" />
But last month was a marvelous month. I spent almost the whole money that I got from my part time job as a Research Assistant to buy loads of good. I bought 2 bottles of perfume for myself, a bottle of perfume for my mother (as a gift for mother’s day), 2 headbands from my younger sisters which they wore during my sister’s wedding, a table lamp and a cake for my sister (as her wedding+birthday gift), I got to treat my cousin makan2 and others. It feels really good. Nothing can describe the feeling, but self satisfaction.
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">3. Workaholic</span> </p><p>
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346728596912665698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhId1Bk-hAdC2u2C4vy8doAAJ1IBW42cHNM7QOgIEfiS6MrMZNazorxFody08FUGsRDUwQcAmE-iIfDDgpAL1AEqakwjg3tXjp575Mw48Wy-lZ9moITbl_wBpBVCSNk0mgDkEMR2XqWKtI/s400/l_83b3af3581bb66a668805060c4017eb6.jpg" border="0" />
Some people said that I am such a workaholic person. But, that’s what they thought, not me. I personally think that I am such a lazy brat. They just don’t know the reasons why I joined activities like mooting and being a Research Assistant during semester break. </p><p>It’s true that everyone should get their rest during the break by going to vacations etc. But one question, how can you go for a vacation when you don’t have much money? (figure it out for me please)</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346437417567263570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwODpj5q1SgYwfShkV8AwNnuht1-JIOjF-gYemU5SV0y5vNrMfH9eBMwH5B0dMgvdEi0u-aOhoWh-fFCJqFYs8KfmYkwUFH5sE-rQksTCXwMMEZiOsd2RzE7DZYPQDXWsJ9BNpdql-Llw/s400/DSC_0252.JPG" border="0" />
I first decided to join mooting competitions because I wanted to challenge myself. Many people said, if a student intends to be part of the mooting team, he/she has to be crème of the crème. But, I don’t think that they were right about it. </p><p>Cause I have proved them to be so wrong. First thing first,<span style="color:#330033;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">I am not crème of the crème</span></span>, not even close to the word smart. Yet, I joined the mooting team, just to challenge my ability. To see what I am being capable of to do. </p><p>As to the Research Assistant job, I am being paid for whatever research that I’ve done. I’m doing the job to earn money and experiences. There is nothing to do with being workaholic. So people out there, I hope I have made it clear to you that I am not a workaholic person. Just a money motivated person.
<span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">4. Bookaholic</span> </span></p><p>I wish I could be more of like Sarah and Hana who love to read books. I so admire the two of them for being really bookaholic. They really like reading. Hana even said once in her blog, <span style="font-size:130%;">‘how can one not love books’?
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Sigh. I always tell myself to read more. Knowledge is powerful. Without knowledge we are powerless. So peeps, let’s read more books. ;p </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441532917259090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnTn3DxOQJqTI4GbPWTDLsNQmMQB_kjYv0amwk9USfN6E3mv9iWCTbyN6yRJ-ZhPsrMoBSrUFlQJzMAVL_hf64W0JiEbrUOBUYJSqzHFDIkSUoxAHu4VjXs91PIS4OjOZYabxrtTS7VI/s400/DSC03561.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441539740945138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUZq7zCxNYRpKrzipK4BvXuXMC25TV6_HKwAqwXb8RS_zl0Zxsc5hm1GOK5MX9Neb5xtS0KenQp15kaWKEcCcBse6DEnRAP3p3bzQkB91X9U9fv_f_Wnp60NIdnOqVs7zB7vVgyPYMtY/s400/DSC03563.JPG" border="0" />
Fyi, I read fictions to improve my dictions and English. Still, I think it’s never been enough. The other day, I went out to KLCC alone, and I actually dropped by to Kinokuniyya (a book store). I saw a very nice book rack which catches my eyes. I really fancy the books showed on the racks. Those are chic lits which are my favourite. Since then, I plan to buy it one by one.
I just don’t bother with whoever saying that chic lit is meant for girls. If I like it, why cant I buy and read it? Right? So yeah…I’ll buy it later ;).
I think I am only that ‘holics’. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">What about you peeps?</span> Make sure, none of you is alcoholic. It brings no good to your life. Just don’t.
<span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,
HHB,
Love-Shopaholic-theMost</strong>
</span></span></span></div></div></div></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-48015536955480870462009-05-28T11:54:00.000+08:002009-05-28T12:22:00.329+08:00A Wedding Blessing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKXv7VVGNaidGtFZs6oQNN8ek823_xvETK-dEauLYvHxMSQ5EaaQ4SVYw0xeR_RatID8il_O79FJpTrZ4ENpqTq4lUFBsnc48SAxXOwHI9bEJKECsVOeBXQFnnI1d9-5vgdvx8qH5ABs/s1600-h/Edited+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340720232019821314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKXv7VVGNaidGtFZs6oQNN8ek823_xvETK-dEauLYvHxMSQ5EaaQ4SVYw0xeR_RatID8il_O79FJpTrZ4ENpqTq4lUFBsnc48SAxXOwHI9bEJKECsVOeBXQFnnI1d9-5vgdvx8qH5ABs/s400/Edited+1.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">My dearest sister,
I am really glad that finally you’ll be married to a guy whom you love very dearly.
To a guy who is willing to take good care for you so that nothing will harm you, ever.
Nothing makes me happier than knowing the fact that someone is willing to accept you for better or worse.
You’re my only sister.
You’re the one whom I fight with, also the one whom I would always turn to whenever I am in troubles.
No matter what people said about us, they just don’t know that we do love each other.
At first I was so sad that you’ll be taken away from me.
But, I no longer am as I am not losing you.
In fact, I will gain a new family member, a brother in law.
I know it’s not easy to be you,
But bear in mind that God is being fair to us all,
That is why after what you have gone through before,
Now God is gratifying you with joys and glee into your life.
Have a happy marriage life to you sis. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340721421008860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYs7T4emJbowxjnKXIHSAjLh7KV7Ip0RRqH6pOOurh_umJPnwUZANc19LWzbayAUdJqY_g2Sac_jBHRmH8u3fyW6N6jgMyOdaJoMATFWspymgcKCxi68-v78ul3UeqSYOeD1Z_tE32qY/s400/l_c399ca57311802afa30d92e6772eae7f.jpg" border="0" />
Till then
<span style="font-size:130%;">Loads of Love.</span><span style="font-size:130%;">
</span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">HHB,
Your only Brother</span></strong>
</div></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-67352722120542173062009-05-26T11:51:00.000+08:002009-05-26T14:23:14.718+08:00Calling For Wedding<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Hi Peeps,</strong></span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">You are all invited to my sister's Wedding on 30th and 31st May 2009 in Klang. The details are as follow: </span>
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</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340013219642000978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7v1lsyFKdFAomftMkFpHs3PVxwmXTZ1jc5X0HcxbR_dERUWuLy9pOrFzEOwUGBwcRwJGEAOqQidC8XBoiQAr_XyVYDOX9kP8vOQpsQJDoZOybMJgdgQW_4D2jkto-jf1z3OI3gwYIYA/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339982811875617810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidD5azdegAFyEiy1MGaSNGnv4mVdgTygYVy9M2tq9_g0n2_qbXR5lpfTeYWHVFGVTB5CCdo_eXLqnBH7TCBlXhsji6Do5KOeTRcqHbAp2HTXv4T_wUHXovwQAYwBoc6ENEOPhi-zW42I/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339982819626219010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh16dg0mrNAm6kOLxHIJRYMQWU8kCFgpeHAZoT-jeuLbiHMncYpGBFIV-O_n4mp-W88WFyMDKYKuusM34dEcGIcy9XHElmadwclQ5Qo-ntQGcVQVU6-OiJ1ElDKCLMSaru12XeSeSKpAPs/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339982821597356978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSKQ7zdfqlzpc1SgXzSWKeNEhJH8unjoasEzLKmBQXAErYy4sNEXRtJ28kRECWHM1BZlfpwI7Rx-XmDBkKwwrGRK3JsikTYZMEogzGZWygIXCkB7c68BkpQe7OuVbOmJBVWAZYtIP6Xc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339982828089780354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-paZj7mQoum3eoNxdCTJEC_AOHghkl4F2_cLU7K7EQT16DJJHjVTLnPVvEoI8Efnk4saq0-PPnF4MizJHd_QaRsmch-fFk2r3kEvHmv78UmfiRi7h-UucWw57LVc1Wj1QroRIeubkCgg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Well, I hope that you can come to the wedding, since she's my only sister. No more sister wedding after hers. Haha. Till then, love you people.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">p/s--> if guys notice, me and my sister love pink colour. Something that we have in common ;p</span>
</p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>Very-Excited</strong></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-50924128260587671282009-05-21T11:22:00.000+08:002009-05-22T12:32:13.439+08:00Chocolate For Happiness<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>チョコレートをありがとう</strong></span>
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Give Me A Chocolate Heart</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">
</div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Everyone loves a delicacy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">And most of all miss dainty me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Who's not so dainty now, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">I sayThere's so many wrappers to throw away</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Chocolate has a place in my heart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">It's a springboard for my life's jumpstart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Whenever I am feeling low</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">It's to the chocolate box I go</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">I think if I eat enough sweets</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">My heart will turn to yummy treats</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">And how could that be bad?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">In the company of chocolate no one's sad</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">They'll love my dark chocolate soul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">You can't resist what makes you whole</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">Oh, make me chocolate filled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">If everyone loves me, I'll be thrilled </span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"></span></span>
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<div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><strong>Phoenix Rory</strong></span> </span></div><span style="color:#330033;"></span>
<p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338122625015845714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1j3v8zbD_NMJCp74GQa7tcgwSz4IW643JAxKtjaawnTKirasHVUVvNurBeuYPAlN8o_dA6swU1LC9Z6PGkVOloHYdgw8du9wlCCw8zp_Lm-tb7YWiviob2D0cO7fn9JbR5-LeiNg26LA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338122635572338370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGXml8RX6TwpCIfXfimhIFoOkNnrZjaGOg8BqH4P_fhfvkK3XrM2SqYW3Cf_bmc_vfYqa65D7ZyyLRxJ2hvAQ1TLWw3ANTKXiU40QX_9Kg7H-vbabJD9Arri0plzntPWqrwVfNVZ3u1o/s400/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">p/s--> By the way abg Zul went to Japan last month and he bought me loads of chocolate. I am so flattered. So happy that my choc box is full with chocs =) Thanx a lot abg Zul.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Not to forget, thank a bunch to Naguib for his kindness. He gave me his I LOVE NY choc when mine was eaten by fungus. What a thoughful friend you are. I am sorry that I forgot to mention your name earlier. I regret that. So sorry.</span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>I-taste-SUGAR</strong></span></p>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-9221100859225625292009-05-13T10:15:00.000+08:002009-05-13T10:20:57.101+08:00Sorry is Unnecessary<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Peeps,</span> </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">It seems like someone gets offended with what I have written in the previous entry.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"> Should I say sorry to the poor dud?</span> Wait, I need seconds to think. Oh no. I don’t need any since I am not going to say sorry for what I have written because that’s what I felt about the poor dud.
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</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335127021723056130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqU-iJ2axtKseV7CqBTHduZXn3fBdqrX11_uZ1NS24VHcCmaGqDOX1GsrnV3KYpqVPijrGlNIvNltDSLjtt2hkfoakDJyfAUaES4be8z0ju2eb1GDGcHdf-1ohuG1-4n_uR-t9ktWeu48/s400/offended.jpg" border="0" />
But hey dud,
I feel sorry that you’re being offended.
Unfortunately<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#330033;">I feel happier to know that you’re being insulted</span></span>.
It makes me feel wanting to insult you even more. Luckily, I have few friends with angelic hearts.
They said,
I have done enough. It really shows that you’re snubbed.
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I don’t have to do more</span>, because I am not taking vengeance nor I am launching loathsome wars against you.
Well what I have written tells that I really disgust you.
Yes I do.
There’s another thing that you need to know, before I off you go.
<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330033;">Life is fair</span>,</span>
That is why, what goes around comes around.
For every single good and bad deeds,
Certainly there’ll be <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">rewards and retributions</span>.
It’s only the matter of time.
When, where and what?
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I am pleased</span> that you decided to put a stop to it.
You quit from being my blog follower,
You also scrubbed me out from your facebook.
That shows, what I have written made an <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">impeccable impact to you, Freak.</span>
I admit I was being so cynical,
Now,
I will not.
So, in plain and simple language,
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I loathe you Loser!</span>
I am still disgusted with your pathetic attitudes.
Uffff!
p/s Hey, when you say keep laughing, surely I will. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I will laugh even harder than before</span>. But wait, will that ever change you? I highly doubt it. Still, I am enjoying my times. People said no sweat, because it takes only me to laugh at you.
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Regards,
HHB,
Still-Disgusted</span></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-86446285705661218282009-05-08T10:30:00.000+08:002009-05-11T12:05:45.777+08:00Glad Tidings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tO9nxrk0CBP1eS26t_l_RI26bbN0XlZf1EpKaGGFPPDjrwFe5MPUmut-BO_RQj7PClI827Upb_H-ypp5R1uEabjDWG94QU-vhhEKhaudQOcYhWis21XCpxmWSsUrayoNWOqbi03sGKQ/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333284501467764034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tO9nxrk0CBP1eS26t_l_RI26bbN0XlZf1EpKaGGFPPDjrwFe5MPUmut-BO_RQj7PClI827Upb_H-ypp5R1uEabjDWG94QU-vhhEKhaudQOcYhWis21XCpxmWSsUrayoNWOqbi03sGKQ/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /></a>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Poor Dud</span>,</span>
It feels satisfying to know that <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">your world is shaken</span>,
It feels better to know that you’re getting it as your punishment,
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Yes it does</span>.
Dud,
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">It <strong>felt</strong> good</span> to be with you,
Cause it takes two to tango.
When<span style="color:#330033;"> </span><span style="color:#663366;">I was left puzzled,
</span>I thought that my life is ruined.
But hey no,
<span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330033;">I woke up and smelt the coffee.
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</span></span>I despised to see you days and nights,
Cause <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">your face hurts my sight</span>.
Now that I know you’re left alone,
You’re no longer occupying the throne.
<span style="color:#663366;">Your pathetic stories became my glad tidings,</span>
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">For it brings joys and glee</span>.
I need not anyone like you,
<span style="color:#663366;">Cause it takes only me to laugh at you.</span></span> <div><div>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000000;">p/s I did not name anyone here. If you get offended, then it's not my fault. Cheers. ;p </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyways, i am sure that someone is offended with what i have written. Regardless of what you say, i am so happy. Hey freaks, <span style="font-size:130%;">what goes around comes around</span>. Who says life is not fair.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>never-A-false-ANGEL</strong></span></div></div></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-26246822690928443942009-05-06T10:17:00.000+08:002009-05-06T11:08:55.266+08:00A Big Hot Mess<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Peeps,
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</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Do you people fancy blonde jokes? God, I love blonde jokes and <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I really like Kellie Prickler for being the wittiest blonde</span> that I have ever seen so far. She called herself as a Big Hot Mess during the Ellen Degeres talk show. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536234505127842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUGXcp4loqChoXOcGzz2G38WmVk1k3OUvka4k6R9HlYMsNXF60l9rzj8Cv58xalRmp0Xt_Ohv09evLeBM1D0qwKS6AHvAJf-xaCv1NvT61ZBVFjhNPDc5DSNsfJA_RisjhcSEbqnCilw/s400/3294939970_ea9d7ba98a.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">But trust me, she maybe a little bit ignorant but she is a kind person who deserves our respect. As a proof, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">she reminded all kids in school to pay attention so that they would not turn to become a big hot mess just like her</span>. </span>
</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536228221999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mTWEjx3ocZ0z4132JMfpQAVQQpUdeW1SMAn1Lresgu5TNY9LZ1jhzB9C2Mx9xKFcvu8c9w3Zy3PWNyUi7VvMrqubwJbshyphenhyphenBg50f4q2BMl9e-ibcf5GAadQtLFbFxn8UDVRkUzFSi0ag/s400/2070979959_5b60a036ae.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">So what about this blonde girl that I fancy the most? It’s her witty character. She is extremely hilarious. When she appeared in the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader Show</span>, she was asked about a 3rd grade geography question which is: </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Budapest is the capital for what European Country?</span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">She said that it might be a stupid question. (and of course the audience laughed, assuming that she knows the answer) But, no. She doesn’t know the answer. In fact, she later told the host that <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">she thought that Europe was a country</span>. (God, I love you Kellie. Europe is not a country. It’s a continent.)
</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">She later tried to figure out where on earth is Budapest. She said that she has never heard of that place. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">But she knows that they speak preach there</span>. (By the fact that it sounds like Budha).
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">She then asked herself whether France is a country? (Seriously Kellie, you did not even know this? Haha) </span>
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332536227060295826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEior8AaUmt_5tTTqSdc32yLBva9zRJiJD1an-EqCIIcMO51qfAKXv_g-OOg0W84YoMsPBnB4m5JuupomahuZTJhkFLexh_GD7l7QEX-acVtlLxPkRsAJR8EAsoR6P-lg1zj8TtQVal5ASY/s400/2176459016_14d4771f97.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">So yeah, then she decided to copy the answer from the kid (Nathan). Then, the host asked her for one time what would be her guess? She said she didn’t think that France is a country. But<span style="color:#330033;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">she chose to try France</span></span>. (Kellie, yes France is a country. But the capital is Paris not Budapest. Hope you know it by now.)
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">The host then told her the answer which is Hungary. Being so ignorant about the place, she asked the host. Is what? Hungry?
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>The host</strong></span>: Yes, Hungary. Like I am Hungry. (the audiences laughed)
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Kellie</strong>: That’s a country? <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Oooh I’ve heard of Turkey, but not Hungry</span>. (more audiences laughed)
So yeah, from that moment I believed that I love Kellie Pickler. She makes me smile and laugh hilariously like no one’s business. God I really like her.
And people, bear in mind that she might be the ignorant blonde girl. But <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">she managed to win thousand dollars for charity</span>. She has contributed something big for a good cause. Us? I’m not sure.
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To Kellie, stay the way you are. So that I have more reasons to laugh. I heart You KP.
p/s you guys must watch it too.</span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>i'm-a-HIMBO</strong></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-63046364587717894362009-04-30T11:57:00.000+08:002009-04-30T12:46:05.782+08:00PIE vs EH!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Beep Beep. New text message.</span>
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<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#330033;">Pie:</span> Fiqo, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I would like to invite you to my 21st Birthday party</span>. Everything would be planned by my friend, Najwa. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">
</div><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335602190054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-VO4f7DiN-rb14KeO96SbFqCUyVUwHI5wibTewSE1GqEHdsgVcK5mnYScqAnxIzjfw9BhYDKyOIML8O7jcwaSfCG21NAZJFUqztMVXF9q1F8Fs9IzzV8aRtLdLRIfa8CFwn9RpZEI4Q/s400/2908_1143255457938_1124012608_30411672_5310400_n.jpg" border="0" /></span></span>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#000000;">Me: When is it?</span>
<span style="color:#330033;">Pie:</span> 28th March 2009 from 8.00 to 11.00 p.m.
<span style="color:#000000;">Me: But <span style="font-size:130%;">babe, that is during the earth hour</span>. I want to cast my vote and joined others.</span>
<span style="color:#330033;">Pie:</span> So you’re choosing the earth hour over me?
<span style="color:#000000;">Me:Hurm….let see if I can do something about it.</span>
<span style="color:#330033;">Pie:</span> Fiqo…please
<span style="color:#000000;">Me: Okay…okay I will come to your party.</span>
<span style="color:#330033;">Pie:</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">You and nicky would be the emcee okay</span>. You have to be the emcee, as the birthday gift for me. Okay fiqo? I’ll tell you the tentative roughly. </span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335999171706994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_J2UQW3_vVD-YrcG_IMjaZvxm07hce-cDK_FwQXSecQcpH1GgH-PBTR0U2e5htIIHI_nfH726x4B2ms4-eLXktovJ-u_A3krC7TPWjLz0Qi5SUQLbodWshvM9Lsa8_o2jvB2oG0qkSU/s400/2908_1148232822369_1124012608_30426950_1833218_n.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="color:#000000;">Me: <span style="font-size:130%;">Emcee?</span> Erghhh…<span style="font-size:130%;">whatever you wish, birthday girl</span>.</span>
So yeah, that was a last month story. Haha. Where <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I was actually in a real dilemma whether to go to pie’s birthday bash or to join the earth hour.</span> But yeah, finally i made up my mind and I joined pie's party. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">To make myself feel better, I actually planned to print the earth hour poster and distribute it during the party. But after having<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"> a second thought that I might ruin her party, then I canceled my plan.</span> Haha. </span>
</div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335602833073362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qv837h7641H22KudSiWUsKa93nW09zdNR5izVbxpJo7_STglObSVCc5MRcoS3bqv3o82ViU2Ezo_MrtBQ2G5Scfu0aWk75Lvo7EcuPYzNcDLr7bXdlpSqk8HTHuuYKJ_bEpC0BCRKJM/s400/2908_1143461303084_1124012608_30412087_7853985_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335606703722386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dq9dcszcIsK83UcZscxcQ9ehMTI-nnYuoeiUZgXcGf-gH1JdSkshJbXRIG-N-oFc7d_GUodjjoE3LVyp57qyQddEJ3B3KeXZppzdpE32IezF2v8vUARBGAW63H3ADcKuovAV4QgwqDo/s400/2908_1143462183106_1124012608_30412108_6995202_n.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">But, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">the moment I reached Alexis, Bangsar, I was relieved</span> that the party is held at the Bar. So most of the lights were turned off. Thank God. Plus, there are many candles on the tables. So I made a right decision. Because I got to spend my times during the earth hour together with pie and other friends. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330338384457977410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrPogQbnAHVggePwRT-4zV2yGqME6ZEVLwVxfhXEKLGw0nnj2AIitVBvVLHLgVm9WAKS9L-bJs7eAz_Z-Jm2ocjEPR9-HhwwdbvHcwnaHVir3crenWMM2V5xhAV3ybtG4OyaqyizGsg0/s400/2908_1148183101126_1124012608_30426804_2383146_n.jpg" border="0" />
So here are the pictures during the birthday party. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I enjoyed the party quite much</span> because I had to be the emcee even I did not prepare anything despite that I was reminded earlier. Hehe.
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335609905870434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQ7NvbqTdtybtChFDHlugNtBrtBeTiodv1bfW6rxnSp3x3GzlX6UW92ySSIBfkh4userEMg-_TbZcLYtZuKWYzFzaideRLnK0OhW8taIm4hn4tvGqApLQVkLAI1U_Oy4yX_pc7yEymaU/s400/2908_1143491503839_1124012608_30412171_1309410_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330336342723239330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggFy-TLQkwO7wG442lA6saKxbTNvDy25Cr7KfI43cZJtuqMqVhuBEpT0sa5gZ8xvO-vJlgrAIyWt5-LTwrRI-W90jbgI2BMBn9H0feURzlecf_S0HpC8T3bbSvWun6M2LPq382RpNCk00/s400/2908_1148193101376_1124012608_30426841_7038336_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335986869528370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38m9hSObwBkfumTq-k0iFjSg-tjv9-4XXcxiZ2hP2lx_rniENg9ypZDdw4jPNScYMkoLyz-6uzBuazBjbhHFXbDAUDL2efiSxF7EolP0MA1DGaM0c0VfKcgv332pG9kKFRnVL-qkAFyM/s400/2908_1148183141127_1124012608_30426805_544323_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335990470622978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T5k9EdS1ySTguhEVFmti6aWMkhJlPe3BnzN1DbeLL9SsxgPOmCKJWssx-Z2UmT540E9YcWZRRjE9oUCKTo4WjiIZtHLra4NiPFCGNkEEflZdoUHOX8iHEBnAhkVo2hR3GtfaEz8jzKw/s400/2908_1148187781243_1124012608_30426819_7943449_n.jpg" border="0" />
Some of pie’s friends performed for her. We sat and sang together for her. It was really great. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335606782243986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6h1DbJQIRrhbu7LR889nzsYFcvlhZ9O2VTGjI88r_motvBxR0DD_8QwmNDJTa2zbBf4um-bLxsV_EHe9BtQuiTPOMIrfrU_yQhH-tBKz3w6tTR0HL4zoCYUzW3aWuWuK98X3I7s9X1o/s400/2908_1143468303259_1124012608_30412125_3839056_n.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330335993820924626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6IlXVL-iAk2oeLdyc5TQF8TSeBjI7gBrSph0JQ3XSWsiobvv3sUXofqUXbYZFKl0dETybRe234LmTSETXYzc7aPoUDbPHG6RHF1MuQRT1AnbtFT2IUw_Y28D23Yh1ZxIsj0GeaZzLHw/s400/2908_1148187901246_1124012608_30426822_505102_n.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">To pie</span>, be a good girl. I always love you. You are the 1st girl junior that I become close with, up until now. You’re just like my little sister. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Wish that we’ll be like this for years ahead</span>. It’s really great to have you as my mooting buddy, a friend to share problems with and many others.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"> I love the memories and time we spent together</span>. Love you loads. Muaacks.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330336344472895330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDF6-uXNWZAV4uTsR7HjdihdzjDTIhEi0gwuQm8GQv_DAMn1XPbhbNltjayS_UAKtZqBs0l9ZRm1OfwKCcQdhbTrn5l0Ax8jLBt4rGermlEnqGhZ8OcSKJ3pxfzx1DhMKGSz33Kp-ibQ/s400/2908_1148199861545_1124012608_30426849_4328267_n.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;">We Love You, Pie</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,
HHB,
We-ROCK-the-World</strong></span></p>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-13663984862725355322009-04-17T11:27:00.000+08:002009-04-20T18:13:07.522+08:00Buttoned Up<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Hi Peeps,</strong></span>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Hopefully all of you are doing great. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I feel totally good</span>. You know why? Because I am done with my final exam. Six Papers. Some were really tough, some were okay.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713511794402130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBD2I6ydGydoZlSSz2SCfdtekmaoC3HVaVTdlosxCIB0LYc2RL2DlPTLxUJ_r8h19FHyLCPM4cZy9lYv7IhM4LmB5szuStR8RHPE57E4bgfd8p-nY8pOBfL4Y4AT4Z9ReOSl9UcZJkhuE/s400/73157828_b09939f5a3.jpg" border="0" />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">To my friends from other Unis or Colleges, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">my bestest wish of luck for you people</span>. Well, I believe that you are all smarties and brainy. So 'Let's Break a Leg....!' (my favourite one...hehe).</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I am now hibernating</span> at my home in Klang. Hehe. Well nothing much that I did and have to do except watching tv, loads of sleep, hanging out with friends etc. But luckily, my sister asked my favour to fold her wedding invitation cards. It's quite a petty task, but i like it. At least, I have something to do at home.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I will not be updating my blog as frequent as I normally would</span>. I cant wait to go back to my campus in early of May. I'll be resuming my part time job as a Research Assistant for my lecturer.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;">In a meantime, I will stay at home. Trying to catch up with family thingy, also helping out my sister with her wedding preparation.</span></div>
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;">Till then, Love you people!</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><strong>Panda-wannabe</strong></span></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-26483774428861936442009-04-11T21:50:00.000+08:002009-04-13T12:44:38.136+08:00Innocently Poyo (Cocky)<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Hi peeps,</strong></span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Have you ever come across the terms <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">'innocently poyo'</span>...? The terms did not come from my mouth, but my friends.</span>
<div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445863118119026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavNnYyZEthkXDrQKVBbTKHBrjayHN4_CmNtEP6ymWa5F59CZLuI6gmsCEIrE27iTiuzAYj1oS_l__8CHMWZg2H5_jS-iLOf7JbkIXzT-nacncRjuXgNgy6SvgMBonGR_yTLbTNlDv51c/s400/2.jpg" border="0" />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">According to my friends, an innocently poyo person is a person who is appeared to be <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">innocent yet cocky</span>. So in the other words, an innocently poyo person is an innocently cocky person.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">My friends said</span> that, my batch (at my place of study) has the most innocently poyo person. Well I am in no position to affirm or deny that. haha.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445860967984514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_3YGvxDpfEfRxkMkw9g6acV3VZnBYHDWyZxQobl3Qz4igqfyyQHT1dU24O0A-itrZ1u2n7VO2QJEiRpGH0KRNMjkxLMR9Mlog3ArR_HdYHok8a_o-rMdtxouB_xxUlR7mpyZ5Ri9aG4/s400/p.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445866018692498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDACCxUQT8-YVsxCOVtU1E3QyoL14RIbENFU-7-Ab3ElUNRSPZym9AEPFRJYZfPKVdp6jDBsOf2NUZVPoqNK7CWibX9O0eYmZW5rsME-vy7R6Af7RGne5NoPviGoogTKOUFzH5JlZ3Dz4/s400/3343720499_327b4bdcdf.jpg" border="0" />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">But, generally,yeah, sometimes I do feel that some people are being so arrogant and proud of themselves, even they did not actually demostrate it expressly. (I am not pointing my fingers to anybody) Well, their actions speak louder than anything else. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">It is very unfortunate that, I as a human being judge their actions too.</span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">To all innocently cocky person</span>, I know that you are better than me. I know you are smarter and brighther than anyone else. But that is so whatever. I care not about it. But it does bother me and my friends. Cause it annoys us most of the times.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">To my beloved batch</span>, I love you people. The words did not actually come from me, but people around me. So let's prove them wrong. I know together we can rock the world!</span>
</div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445860473617698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQKvy3HLCYpzJ6BIp43OxNx7n5vrCHfZcygfCBCXVCoYunOxOrRQFQ-Rj58UCwK1YONegZU6mreQ7eALVIvKyMlh_GeHlFpUet7_y4FS2EfXx7ciiMVjmFP4r1iHk0xzLn-0rMyhlUwg/s400/2065454643_4635d504ea.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Talent is God given. </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Be humble. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Fame is man-given. </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Be grateful. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Conceit is self-given. </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Be careful.</span> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/j/johnwooden386606.html" xckxr="0" bv989="0">John Wooden</a> </span>
</div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Regards,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">HHB,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">innocently-ignorance</span></div></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-17187087962745793122009-04-07T20:55:00.000+08:002009-04-07T21:28:54.436+08:00Happy Slapper is Back!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Hey peeps,</strong></span>
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">I'm now in the midst of going through my <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">final examination</span> for this semester. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939517919508290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdvcEeR91qehlvKGnzWO6ADsTXI8PNkOZ1XSDndalKfjy4g5tn7x9xvLFZztOn10BEE-xEfqW5F2E9a8VDV4C2shxB-iR9j_D1Y7lRFSgS4ZhbkLHUVrGfLG2Om0IW1n6XiVpx-Xq430/s400/130478930_28505fc57d.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">So, yeah. Pray the best for me. I would definitely do the same for you. Hey everyone, all the best. Let's break a leg! (i like...i really like. haha).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="center">
</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939512660227826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxjNlHz-_OwHRXhlM2pzChTNz0KkhtGf9evQhPmgLqKkNqn9aNCLgq-hkIN-T3-pC6sbfrmwuyZfv32Lc2Nw_02_tPZy1AX-Ia-vC_5uiHV0wCpwq4CvTmkcI9aqVqxLGQZAGpMvcQYY/s400/34630357_a5b1c00f5d.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Oh, last nite when I was looking for my notes, I found something inside my book. A piece of paper. I wrote something on it. Do guys want to know what? (well, even if you refuse to know, no choice. But to read. Haha. I insist.) (^_^)</span>
</div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Why is it hard to make a real move,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">when you've been hitting on someone new,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I no longer love you,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">cause you don't deserve mine,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I no longer care,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">cause I shouldn't,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">But why, is it hard to move on.</span></div>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Fyi, I wrote this a month ago, when I was in the class. At that point of time, I have not made my real move, cause I just couldnt get rid of that<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#330033;">Liar+Loser</span></span> (<strong><span style="color:#000000;">my ex</span></strong>....blame blame you for not being honest. Liar!)</span>
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939517578889474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nVliqkAd10o31gdQmVDb8zrLWPMpnFfxKHdqzJ8JCF59z235fvyts0MiCJ0okSEC056kk1PWLNGFdzng1jU2ynbz9xr-QEfV2GNpzEBvz1mWVP9YMM4X14RnKZ-0N9NQWcqVe6aVntE/s400/2560823713_a3848f27f3.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">But now, I am happy to tell to you that, I have move on. yeah. For real. I am now in the process of knowing someone who is better than my ex, in many ways.</span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;">I'm happy that finally someone could steal my attention. Yay. Hoooray.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Happy-Slapper</strong></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-42815958570300763802009-04-03T15:43:00.000+08:002009-04-03T16:47:34.198+08:00Thousand Hopes, I Pray<span style="color:#333333;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dearest Peeps,</span></strong></span>
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</strong></span><span style="color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320382734136885858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniAqLOqKTnepAXnV6uYZec4D4FocjXghJqhG1w7AHb4Ws7mPlb-FASir7MoRaEQo1VP-lEUyX5g8DGPQ-Ho9pMyP3jibtOPhfA-P3H5Vt4lN1_hMPNwi4a_mx0Eh1TuE2CtZ-27PNmas/s400/657538575_cdbf50044f.jpg" border="0" />
<div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Love feels good</span>. It’s true. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">But sometimes it hurts us too</span>. Sometimes, we’ve tried so hard to make sure that our loves will blossom like flowers during the winter. Or maybe it’s just the fate, that sometimes love hurts us, no matter how hard have we tried.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">In this entry, I </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">will be posting about someone whom I know (just recently), who has so much loves to give to his dearest lady.</span>
</div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320369959951578418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4XEOJdzqc3d0Hl2AmxbH71JV4HBdaNJckefc2UMbaoTTYcrrrgQmJV5BiWg259eur31WpU2DK6jLKDgw4ZjlgJLZsCBpD4sSUFqV8VxYzQmKCS-e5idhzbxB0-ft51a1I_t4AQOoa7k/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" />A friend of mine, Hero, he fell in love with a lady who is staying far away from him, separated by miles away from one another. But <strong><span style="color:#330033;">h<span style="font-size:130%;">e always thinks that the long distance which separates them should not be the hurdle, to love the lady</span>. </span></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"><div>
</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320382730468681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHLJJ9kZNvNah_IV3Onz2YtQVUnIyjVnuV6AU9l7AxgG-58PaSUGTpZzd1QIAAFiXhhWGFGrRkd8kpKnoopNBs19rMLuoHaKr6vBzO-gBkESeQKLdqTHwjEYuzjkNYkreKUvBWhTmyxE/s400/266327210_2e37ab55d7.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong> <div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Unfortunately, <strong><span style="color:#330033;">the lady is sick</span></strong>. She is suffering cancer at her final stage. She may be living for her last days and she may not. That’s why everyday and most of the time, Hero would tell the lady to be strong, so that she could fight and kill the cancer cells. Hero said “<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Don’t stop believing love, you will survive</span>.”
</div><div align="left">Hero would rather stay up all night, to ensure that the lady is well acquainted. Despite that they are separated miles away, Hero will always shower the lady with his dearly loves and cares. Hero knows that the lady would feel good when he is with her, visually. </div><div align="left"> </div></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320382720714406130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODyjF7v9sKPQ5NnCmm-NAjSeAGQ39mzcjZPuRv8HgB-p8L1thpgHtsFf6iCDgTzoWnsEUxao0gaR4ef-vV4FvilwWpfyk1NuhHZq2dyiKqnm0o-aiXPu3o4BIVEhKZvFoqSlzZCx9n-k/s400/362226526_37e6d2d9ec.jpg" border="0" />
One day, Hero wrote a poem, dedicated specially for the lady. Hero wants the lady to know that he loves her the most, and nothing, could ever change the fact, ever. In fact, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Hero will never stop from loving her, dead or alive</span>.
<div align="left">The lady, was speechless and became out of her words once she read the poem. It is a nice poem. Hero wrote the poem with his heart. It really touches the lady’s heart.
</div><div align="left">So peeps, I’d like to share the poem with all of you here. And let’s tell the people whom you love, that you love them the most. Let them know that, nobody owns your love, but them.
</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>I met you in the dying days of Winter</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>When leaves comeback to life</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You were the most beautiful angel I had ever seen</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Heaven stood right beside me</strong></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>I thank God everyday for you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You make me feel so full of life</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You gave my heart a reason to love again</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Like a phoenix rising from the flames</strong></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Nightingales' melodies fill my heart</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>I call your name in the middle of the night</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>All of my dreams are of youI can't think right anymore</strong></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>I see you everywhereLove is all around me</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You are all around me</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Whenever I have something bad on my mind</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>It's you I think of</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You're always the one I run to when I feel sad</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Thank God I have you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You are the flowers I smell in the Spring</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You are the sand I walk on in the Summer</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>You colour my world like trees in Autumn</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>When you leave, my world turns to Winter</strong></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>But it's alright because...I met you in the dying days of Winter</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>I thank God every day for the love that you have brought me</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>I thank God every day for the smiles that you have given me</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>I thank God every day...for you
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<div align="left">P/s...<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Let us pray to god that the lady would recover soon</span>. Yeah lady, I don’t know you, yet, I want everybody in this world to be happy, including you. Hero is waiting for you. You can fight the cancer. We believe in you. Have faith.</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Regards,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">HHB,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Love-being-LOVED</span></strong></span></div></div></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-7125523488951067992009-03-31T09:39:00.000+08:002009-04-01T11:58:23.233+08:00Let's Cherish BUNNY<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Hi peeps,</strong></span>
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<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">I know I am supposed to watch this movie, ten years back (well, not really ten years. Hihi) . But yeah, I just watched it last night. A movie called <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">The House Bunny</span>. I bet some of my friends would laugh at me for not watching it earlier, especially L. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319208772612807666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoADxcTXOu7RuM7exTe0x7_bqLEB0X14scMF4FT1g3KXyLBrWvyaW3Oz7iXd8K_hto83dOCQTELjyNSnDKpCQAhThWER3-qm7EFp-DyZdhnbVo6wUWkoK8MCzk-EAkiR4UDaoeaSAbrM/s400/3026394055_ccf0defc4a.jpg" border="0" />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">I enjoyed the movie, really. I have to admit that <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">I am so into bimbo jokes</span>. Yes bimbo/himbo are dumb, but mind you, at least they have the look ;). </span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><div>
</div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319207268009140498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MCYo7xDpGv_mlSbMqy7ztwhnEsOCDKu30EbVvJZlPMP76Lm0biPyySa4ROJwjXzT0J2Z6ZL9UjwTk_Gmdn8gG8TqBsDA29k19peMIdlQGEvrjoa7fR6ef0tTUdb9dsPKatnnImrtWlw/s400/2805293864_c26342d012.jpg" border="0" />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">I like the main character, Shelley. She’s <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">naïve</span></strong>, being bimbo most of the times but she’s really nice. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">The one with a big heart</span>. She inspires me a lot.
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319207251393417890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVnLTfMfyvRWK-1JZ5vLVmjEAJQdEihI2BD0hWu-47b53TZAiHwHOlJpsxF0ZV-mD13J3KHIRoI2JSeknYlhvfNbELVbm2eBN7Kyu3yb9thQaXC3pq_QifkQrDmE1m6ERjQli8WJ5nTw/s400/2805294122_1e3c0e3486.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Well, this movie too…it teaches me something. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">It’s not a plain movie with mere stupid jokes</span>. It’s more than the bimbo jokes, pretty girls, bunnies etc.
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>These are among the messages that I got from the movie:</strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">1. Lesson number one</span>: You may look descent and appear to be nice. But, in reality you’re evils at heart or <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">‘snotty bicthes’</span> (just like what Shelley mentioned). You may also be a bunny, sexy, hot, and flirtatious but you’re actually saint at heart. So lesson number one, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">looks can be deceiving. Thus, don’t be fooled by one’s look. </span></span></div><div>
</div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319207262346605122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8Iih2A1Z6ETpEqOkIgU9pMP2ViG1PvXelX_kmD0yfEsCBsiYoIFrmxFWbPls3kE4d98MdVZjWDKDX1BuOZ8M0DcCat_9UWGlwm8_33uWD153QgF6CXxqBJH7sXfSINyYmbV7g9saDJQ/s400/2804444345_5e099ebc96.jpg" border="0" />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#000000;">2. <span style="font-size:130%;">Lesson number two</span></span>: Shelly said “<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">together we can do anything</span>.” Well, in other words, we have to unite so that we will be able to do things, even the impossible one. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319207256741385490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvqcvHwzwlH0rKqV138-GCihw-90vp8GvHUCnoru2QlxUmbPPGVKShhlCpnmgarISW7RJkJnJnQXhi5WpsRItSqmLkTKe7bM0FI2qArTeUuP6Mdx8zvR6wYEeu654ja9bJsZR1Y_-vHM/s400/2804443911_c6cdde3f0c.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">3. Lesson number three</span>: Being ugly doesn’t mean you’re being loser. Hey, true enough. Look around. Nobody is perfect. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Everyone has flaws. So, be proud of yourself</span>!.
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">4. Lesson number four</span>: You can call a backstabbing friend a BITCH. Hehe. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319207263103458034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy83nGCvGlekZMZy-RACw4Du4_k7sJBgptDzLH_IBW_V7-k0JQjRRRLw7rCcEfljwyY-lIK6Q8j1QhZlUsmj53KzRnYw-3IOuzlPOig9w5ntK7B-3hqagz-UKdMbCHzEJj9G-yttkGN3o/s400/2804444027_0974db8d6f.jpg" border="0" />
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">5. Lesson number five</span>: If everything is based on looks, when the look is gone, then nothing is left. So <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">be with people who could love you for who you are, not your look</span>.
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Right now, I feel like partying. Seriously. OMG. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Could anyone of you bring me to any great parties? ;p
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,
HHB,
Guy-BUNNY</strong></span> </span></div></div></div></div></div></div>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-35565843367091631212009-03-25T00:13:00.000+08:002009-03-28T13:32:14.926+08:00Vote our PLANET<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Hi Peeps,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Check you calendar. It's Saturday, 28th March 2009. It's the day to cast our visual votes for Earth. Let us <a href="http://www.earthhour.org/">VOTE EARTH </a>by switching off light on the 28th March 2009, Saturday, 8.30p.m.-9.30p.m.</span>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318084337072401458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCok9UxBNmn9_VBM8c66Fa97Lj1o-5gacbITGr5jmA9UHiT1MkqW82g7eyZ0HzhmNLntgGAzXmKc0-77l0xSBkUDo5dheVafLP6tXEWzDtk3a7ewCAfDXM75rjQCZen1D159ZtxtUoPx4/s400/Stop1.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Before you decide or make up your mind, let me explain to you why do we need to vote for earth? </span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318087257808443122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMgHlMa6LfI-76aIN2o2d2tzF3O1tLfpokVaLewOmaGvkkYltsQvt5Qu-P3OUP2WvlkjOJoJpz1BnD8-WKY43sFwydJJHJxxxZ8bVItFgYxy9JRotjD1EQg59CFmLbjFZMuAHSwH4Te4/s400/3292761226_a8a6ea0454.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Earth Hour is WWF’s program which is to demand action on climate change. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">It’s a way for every one of us to send a clear message to our leaders that we want immediate and effective action on climate change to be taken</span>. This is the time where people of the world regardless of the nationalities, races, religions, ethnics etc would unite for the sake of the future generation. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318087261825060594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq32Za8Pne46j5HvV712EnRhRZwuOxQCE505Q_701kOMwc4EbVw6i5ISLvdeO2iG4ZIzz0UNI4LMPL0piEF90u0hdqlbEGKx3hNSpFiVwYb7h0FS9VBwdR44BaNCOwd9WQ0u0D3m-Od1o/s400/page0000002_2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318087271086342274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhyphenhyphen3HmAJsPh1QPOae5RHP8BzGrTZaGUujOAU7KOlTN99u_B-GIiKubGRi1M6oNQ25Z50wWlR-Dy5I-hVnYYUoP1Hke_B9DsMj4QSKz2wfusZeRNZJzRBqtQ7e854ukMip4rL4rAO2N_0/s400/page0000001_2.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">The earth is heating</span>. It happens everywhere. From the North Pole to China, from China to even Malaysia. We need to slow the global warming. Or else the climate would change rapidly without a break.
</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">It’s a fact that we are all concerned about the heating Earth. Thus, by switching off the light for one hour, you are actually voting for Earth. Your vote will be presented to the world leaders who will gather at the Global Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen, December 2009.
During the said Conference, the leaders will be discussing about the official government policies with regard to this matter. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">The new government policies will replace Kyoto Protocol</span> (agreement between the Industrialized Countries as to the carbon emissions etc) which will expire soon. Hence, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">this is the chance where your voice would be heard by the world leaders</span>.
</p></span><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318084336572343202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3pIUejTbRTFDRhSrtrUuOIMd5LKh_eW05I6a8DPUz_KRtEWxoBImx37ifrl9AixH0qCSms_PPvn2ryYiYSWLzT4uiiFRNMLgTgLe2ovTtaDyNv_-06ldxeCj_x6LMBAygBxPgKrLvcE/s400/3259590137_3560ac298e.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>According to WWF, 1 billion votes are needed from us. So let’s do our part. Vote Earth. Every vote counts. Our vote will make a difference. Let us slow down the climate change. Take charge of our planet. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">We love our planet Earth</span>. This is our bit, VOTE EARTH.
</p><p>Remember, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">YOUR LIGHT SWITCH IS YOUR VOTE</span>
</p><p align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">HHB,</span></strong></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>I'm-VOTING-For-EARTH</strong></span></p>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-39633186270406217762009-03-23T21:16:00.000+08:002009-03-23T22:11:26.476+08:00Mr. Stalker is BACK!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Hi Bloggers,</strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Lately, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">the weather is getting hot and hotter</span>. Even during the night, the weather is still warm. Warm enough to make you sweat. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Nobody to blame, but us, human</span>. We cause the global warming. Something need to be done. Let us minimize the energy usage as mininum as we can. But let's not talk about this in details as I'll post an entry specially for this.</span></div><div align="left">
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Yeah, it is really hot for the past few days. I sweat a lot. So, when I reached my room, I opened my windows, to ensure the air circulation is good. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">When I was changing my clothes, I saw a foreign man, staring at me from the upper level. He smiled at me. I was shocked that someone was actually looking at me when I was changing my clothes. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">(Darn it man, you got to see my body for free...haha. Not exactly my point).</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left">
</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316384215560558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQLwn6TrUE5nTOaPsHrxfHe-hrdxcrKYeDiiB07ZG7hXz0L-wDkxXTVuFUAGS5NJhT1RUR7Cu-yu5gPksvkNaQO_8ifx1Gmkcj0YbodD6BIaZYUVheSJV5WvFSSSSA6-9_gle4PvgiCo/s400/12.jpg" border="0" />
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">I feel terrified, because this is not his first time doing it. I just don't like being stalked that way. I feel insecure. We never know what people can do towards us. So I left the room and went to a place where I can study soundly.</span>
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316384229042144882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa7XYElbI_bKlztSSYpq66Hn6JsL92w_I2RTe7_RWa8WS6VX9Wdwog0C7SJuPvRaRzjtlkHQA0MGGhr3lFSU565cF8sc1EZn7MgOci2sEqRRiuWzdzaUxI2fJeSRFyui9gAhjHBDkuVg/s400/13.jpg" border="0" />
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">I don't know why does he like to look at me? I have actually asked him once, because I really-really cannot stand him. My friends even noticed his habit of stalking me. (Poor you Mr. Stalker). </span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"><strong>Me: why do like to observe me?</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><strong>Stalker: Because I like you. You look nice.</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"><strong>Me: Come on man. There are many other hotter guys here. Why me?</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><strong>Stalker: Because I like you.</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"><strong>Me: This is scary. Are you gay?</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><strong>Stalker: Is that important to know?</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"><strong>Me: Yes. It is important. I don't feel good about it.</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><strong>Stalker: (Not answering). So you don't like me looking at you?</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"><strong>Me: Hey, I can never stop you. But please, don't make it too frequent. You're freaking me out.</strong></span>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Sigh. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">How can I get rid of him? Maybe by kicking his a** or ba**s? Haha...</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Petrified & Terrified</strong></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-17212702789593695762009-03-21T12:59:00.000+08:002009-03-21T13:40:49.802+08:00Screwed Up<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Hi Bloggers,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Last monday, on my way back to my room, Gedik (my junior) told me that he wanted to pee. So we stopped at the nearest toilet. Suddenly, Gedik ran and told me to go inside the 1st toilet, and see what's written on the door. I was quite suprised when I saw it.</span>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315511688594852898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YnQJH5XmI9wz6ey5asCBR3rVR0YUdPfxzEerqnkeVkq0NK1KpYx7-czf-me3NZGoUyz8m8y6Sad_mBVr-QcbBmBBnSt6CgFkYTelHYZxLpvHTgJcYPJzQsdiu2RCg4w1guW5meu6AgM/s400/Blog.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Then, after thinking twice, I decided to write a reply to it. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330033;">I know it's a form of vandalism. But I screwed up, so, yeah...it was the exceptional circumstance</span>.</span></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Up till now, I am still wondering who wrote that. Sigh. I never know that we have pro-Israeli in UIA.</span> </span>
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<strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Regards,</span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#333333;">HHB,</span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#333333;">anti-Israeli-and-its-Allies</span></strong>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-6917483049331247882009-03-17T11:49:00.000+08:002009-03-17T17:15:08.857+08:00Higher Than Mountain<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Hi Bloggers,</span></strong> </span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">
</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Did it occur to you that a person gives you a high expectation when you can’t really be as good as expected? Well, it did occur to me. </span>
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<div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313999548452202290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNX1zfpLknAkb530ri67-0FqiadlomxaRs-iFtceQ2LLeetd-5ufteYOfG3Ggm0HyBfGwOgnYFbD0n9IO1-KPwJ_ld-iypw2iQeaiU-53J8MQW3EZMrEYHfzG0rmsCsUykfWDloQZ0HQ/s320/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" />
Last week, during the class, as usual I did not really prepare before coming into the class. Just to let you know, every student is given a set of questions, which required to be answered before the class. So, I did prepare for some of the questions, only some. </div><div>
During the class, I volunteered to answer the first few questions. What I had in mind was, since I have answered few questions (earlier), that would exempt me from answering the later questions. </div><div>
But I was wrong. When it came to the last question, my lecturer asked “<span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Can anyone answer this question</span>? What is the significance of this case on the Professional Misconduct?”
I turned to silent because I did not even have the case, far from reading it (my bad, I know).</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313999559087350226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasJhApBU2Z0Wz5WJfkD5cSDKJDKgE7MrzKLG31ryiKCJ8K2U5_l4CYLUJaLoHOpk44pzi06B8x39WLik3pg0B0vtCrXybogGOzgWFLYIgT3r2wP68S8GGao40y9XkO8QNjvcF6NCEim8/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Then she called my name. “So Hafiq…what do you think the answer?”
Again, I kept silence. Because seriously I do not know the answer as I did not have the case with me. </div><div>
She later said this in front of my classmates. “<span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Hafiq, aren’t you supposed to know it better</span>?” </div><div>
In response, I just smiled at her. But deep in my heart, I did not really like what she said and what she had in her mind. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313999550496629346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcXZOOpRNO1TN7ZokPMisCxJkNy2IDErIfncp8YzRY3VMyCZ7kQBxHyOdU2J1XeFPeJOLDI_-07A0RM2vZqaco2isV1fv5zRss4vmA0TLkDgBiy7e30GkJ8_mt2zJIJKAm3et0HzuCYU/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" />
My lecturer knows that I was once a mooter (law debater). But she missed the fact that, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">I am not as good as the other mooters</span>. For God sake, she could have such expectation towards others, but not me. That was so wrong. </div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">Wrong person, wrong thought, wrong expectation, many wrongs.</span> </span></div><div>
I was quite embarrassed by that. Sigh. I just do not like being given high expectation because I am not good enough. </div><div></div><div>This is what one of my classmates, <a href="mailto:Nad@Citapus">Nad@Citapus</a> said when she commented on this entry;</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">"i know whch lecturer u r refering to hafiq..ehe.sumtimes i felt bad for u too..sbb dlm cls u'r alwys be presumed to know almost evrything.x fair kn?i think its quite a burden.uhu.xpela hafiq..tggl ag bpe kls je..u tabah je la..ehehe :D"</span></div></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"></span>
<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Thank you nad, for acknowledging my suffering. But the worst part is, I will still be in her class next semester. Yeah, I will try to bear it for another few lectures. But next semester, can I survive? I doubt it. Sigh</p></span><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">Regards,</span></strong></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#333333;">HHB, </span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#333333;">If-I-could-Be-Really-Good</span></strong></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558174538153856831.post-42159681089396618392009-03-11T21:47:00.000+08:002009-03-12T20:58:32.556+08:00I want Candies<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><strong>Dearest Bloggers,</strong></span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">Just for a quick update, while I was browsing Flickr to search for the fancy pictures of candies, suddenly, something caught my eyes. Swear God! Hihi.</span>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>Since sharing is caring</em></span>, here you go...the Fanciest Eyed-Candies Picture! (Enjoy)</span>
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311928103490892882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNuL0s5Av7FYPl5hbHpeXxsLtkgh_XLrjS5J_d94kfs22CrbwQi6qNTuyvN2J1Z6YK0fJ5mZb7CB8kTTDggcYRH_qeWemo2vs-3huQNSbI4r4Uo-uOJas5PRFOM5WXdr5ZBwEbgxiBUw/s320/1357139520_87f30e522d.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927326039864370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIs-DUJ_FqT01K9cR-i8tI-U2eVb7FX6CrabYDPkmjnvpMa56cvCKYVt2rZsv9pgBhm15xntbNMdTsiBdcsBivKcezKbFY3KsIyOuWXtMH50Q_8mfF1RHN4RNOM0-spttYFBD5sGA9wEY/s320/apple+candy.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927325003412578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUv-Qoq902bzqX01eIg-yX6E0mUutISqy6J9CoVHcQzoBUTCfN6xELKXer4kocoD_o-ahfuwCLuJnSdwnyAcSBZUNBsG7Wxj_vT3GJYNdFHg3i5Q6LV1AeZFUHMfA0JK7BROIe7fdBXM/s320/3227836270_7c92e9fd32.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927326909199682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLa38IkZQXFjSVQBHyjCPaiQSjYlkX3U9jtLGj3hDBKmR02qgPI1CmQ1KGlPhvRXVx9bbXtcVIRcODneO3KooYn5qmI-rUd2BIsyx2FaxuEpvKnxcIKUo7AghmOd0p2WIEPUFVYsSE9E/s320/2197544148_072243457b.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927320766552066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdmpRW5Ox9WdAKS7_ucVheVBk9yKFckRR9_sXbxJQHERIXjxJ3RX-7xqVatj-SvxDYoJbJ2v8Afe__ARXvctn7Ytovz0qgWIxZDZmiTN1iK7YoYJXG7AQoD-0HXE8zEhszRLTbJW8cR8/s320/2031581651_a495535eb3.jpg" border="0" />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;">The Fanciest Eyed-Candies Picture! (OMG)</span>
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927585408476434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ALvr6VrcpgkcFf3SM9URYC432cnmCYWL-Ys71WnrdcRET8vvxy8KXMx2lDxTZ0M0HEjmremBYlzq_vCwqpAgCFKj8Sv_EPGSaF1rz1QH8Bvk7V5xdOy8D98Axv1wG8sag9m-96BkDfg/s320/3227843954_903bd75227.jpg" border="0" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>Regards,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>HHB,</strong></span>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>candy-Pose</strong></span>F-I-Q-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326761385219072017noreply@blogger.com24