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Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-116676925295774992</id><published>2006-12-22T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:38:11.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/P7040053.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-116676732155773733</id><published>2006-12-22T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:02:01.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss listening to the sounds of Lifehouse.Have the sudden urge to hear them.If only i have more storage spaces in my MP3.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be jobless till dunno when.I'm always lzay to flip thru the papers and lazier to go for intvs and doing the same thing over and over again.The most irritating to do is to fill up the application forms.Dunno how many forms i've filled.But no pain,no gain.I was given a job by my  member but the place is like a bit run down and there seemed to be a lot of aunties.it will be boring.That's for sure.At times,i see myself working like in a metroplitan state,u know like those big companies in Raffles or whatsoever.Where evrything is new,big and fresh.And what u wear to work suites the place.Nice colleagues,also.Well,my search still continues..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if i ever treat my friends like dirt.It's like they said i only come to them when i really need them.I have other friends who have their own life and we only meet up/contact when we can.And i dunno why its like a REAL BIG FUSS!Cmon,ppl have their own life also.If you are a true friend,u won't dig up his/her flaws.Instead,u try to understand them.I hardly meet my girlfriends and the most saddest thing is that i dun even have a bestfriend.I'd only have close friends that i can count on.It's said that they're talking behind my back.I can't shut ppl's mouth.But if they think i'd ever treated them like dirt,I'm sorry but i never had the intention.Cos they are what i call true friends.Friends that i have known since i was 13.Probably they dun know my real situation.Situations in life that i can't escape.I can always make new friends,but the old ones are the best.&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel happier now that i'm not really working.I have more time with my family.And i'm closer to mum and dad now.Mom has given in alot to me for the past few weeks/months.All along that holiday trip,she followed to all my "wants".And she hasnt been nagging about my 'coming-home-late'.But i feel a bit pitiful for her.I mean like how long more is she gonna work.But the mom that i knew,is a strong one though she's emotional.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i will turn 21 in 6 months.6 months.Omg.What can i achieve by 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the men,expenisve cars and money don't amount to you.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-116676732155773733?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-116521374353336151</id><published>2006-12-04T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:29:03.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's us that cause hurt to the ones we really love without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;And its the ones that we really love doesnt know how much we love them.&lt;br /&gt;We may think we are always right but the fact we arent.&lt;br /&gt;We maybe selfish to ones we love without knowing but hurting them more instead.&lt;br /&gt;We always want them to be with us 24-7 without knwing they have their own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-116521374353336151?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-116386595613207471</id><published>2006-11-18T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:05:56.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to invest more to make myself look good.that means more money will be spent.I've been spending more on these kind of things.I managed to psycho myself to buy a hair serum.I still have my fake curls after snipping off those split ends and drying curls.I feel so much lighter!and most importantly,i look younger now!hee.That hairdresser seemed angry when i told her i couldnt be bothered to set my hair each morning.But what she said is true..We cant be lazy.We want to look good but we are plain lazy to work for it.Anyway i just went for a manicure session today.Pretty good job and i love my nail colour.Dark red.Gothic.I like...and it costs 10 bucks.On top of that i bought a topcoat specially for after-manicure that prevents the nail colour fom being"destroyed".You know when you do work after the manicure and you suddenly hit something and will go..ohhh shhittt!and its a heartache to see that your beautiful nails are damaged.The topcoat is damn good.I didnt even think twice about the cost of it($32).&lt;br /&gt;Next up,i wanna invest on M.A.C.Yes.I've tried their make-up.Its really worth the money.Their powder costs 50 bucks but it gives u a good coverage.&lt;br /&gt;It's all beauty theraphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving my current company soon.End of the month.&lt;br /&gt;I tot of trying to teach.I dont know if i shud go 4 the montessori intv.The thing is that its at Fort road.A bit far for me.Straits Times will be my buddy for now.back to basics-searching for jobs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of japan lately and i wanna go for a holiday!Doesnt have to be japan though.&lt;br /&gt;KL will be just fine.I'd feel like following him to Sepang.i know he wants to race.Or maybe he go sepang and i'll drop off @ KL and shop by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to share.I didnt know what TLC means till this member told me.Tender,Loving,Care.&lt;br /&gt;So next time i'll go,"hey i need some TLC!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-116386595613207471?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116386595613207471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=116386595613207471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/116386595613207471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/116386595613207471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-decided-to-invest-more-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115910092519633519</id><published>2006-09-24T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T05:28:45.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having lack of rest and not taking my medication resulted in an another day of mc.For this week alone,i have had 3 days mc.Last mon and tues i was down with a fever.surprisingly the doc gave me 2 days mc.so unbelievable!and today the starting of ramadhan,i'm down with it again.Another MC.I hate to fall sick but its 'beneficial' to a certain point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Right now,i'm drooling for that strawberry dip from CHOCZ i had last night.The strawberry is not only sweet but damn juicy and the choc is ''slurrrrrpppppppppppppppppppppp!!!'' Both me and my bf went crazy over sweet stuffs yest.Prolly cos wanna treat ourselves before the fasting!&lt;br /&gt;His choc muffin looked like as if it's gonna erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is here.And that means,time to gather my friends and break fast together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115910092519633519?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115910092519633519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115910092519633519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115910092519633519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115910092519633519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/09/having-lack-of-rest-and-not-taking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115848775762677522</id><published>2006-09-17T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T03:09:17.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cuaca betul2 mainkan perasaan aku smlm..&lt;/em&gt;The weather looked so fine yest.Except that it was cloudy.I was hoping that it wont rain.I was already at sentosa and gonna get changed when it started to rain.Total disappointment.It became heavy that we didnt take the rides.But ended up we still managed to take the rides and relax at the beach.I love the Luge Ride.I should bring my gfs there..Once a while we go have more fun!to me its quite cheap.For 8 bucks you get the luge ride and the chairlift ride.Awesome.The island was quite packed yest.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks for bringing me there despite your not-feeling-so-well and having to wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You looked super-good in that new "skimmer shorts" tau tak =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think i need to get new set of make-up stuffs.My foundation is totally gone.A new pencil eye-liner.Since Fazlee joined us,i managed to get some beauty tricks from him.So much of being a make-up artist.Biase lah,org2 lembut.Hee..But he's nice.talking to him is like engaging a conversation with makcik2..He even told me to go for this eyelash treatment where they will add more eyelashes to your current one and make it look curlier  and thicker.And its not cheap hor!he even told me that he went for permanent hair removal using laser and he said its damn painful.He only went for one session.if i'm not wrong its 300 bucks per session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to try his tips and tricks  on "doing' smoky eyes..U guys might think that smoky eyes are so yesterday.Well i hardly use make up though my job requires me to.And trying something new always takes time for me.I dont quite like to use make-up.My face feels lighter and i dont have to get worried about anything like smudges or whatsoever.Further more i am lazy to clean my face after using make-up.I'm not the type to invest so much on make-up.I'd rather invest on shoes and bags.Ahh...I like.And if my bf nags at me for buying new heels,i'm gonna do the same thing.9 skate shoes(think so.or 10) in a shoe closet?enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues and i were talking about &lt;em&gt;hantaran &lt;/em&gt;nowadays..Cos he doesnt really know how's the pricing now..And he got shocked.Hee..Well,i'm certainly not surprised if it's gonna rise till $20,000 in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel a lil panic.cos i havent been saving up.Saving up doesnt mean u're gonna get married!!!Rid's 'playful' words with his parents hit him.Guess so.His mom said you must have $25,000 to marry someone's daughter.And his dad shouted from behhind,"And i'm not gonna spend a single cent on it!!"..It's kinda funny.Cos i can predict how his father acted and sounded like and by the way Rid did his &lt;em&gt;re-enacment&lt;/em&gt;. Both father and son likes to play around.Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another monday is here.Back to work and him back in camp.Another week of phone calls and mesasages only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115848775762677522?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115848775762677522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115848775762677522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115848775762677522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115848775762677522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/09/cuaca-betul2-mainkan-perasaan-aku-smlm.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115828981133519948</id><published>2006-09-15T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:10:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The battle of the sexes is here again.I fucking hate his attitude.Immature at times.Infact most of the times.Best of all,treating women like men.Cmon,its so yesterday.One thing's for sure,i wont be close with him ever again.Just a normal friend.Havent been close to him recently.Maybe its a good thing.We fought like as if we are as a pair.Nonsense.And i dont like it if my bf thinks that way.I know how he feels and thats why i'm not gonna be close with him anymore.He thinks that he's the only one tired after work.i'm bloody makin the effort to get everyone to join us and hang out together after WORK.Whatever it is,i've done my part by saying.."&lt;em&gt;Ah Buto ah,tanak&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sudah..".&lt;/em&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks more and i can finally breathe.i'm gonna attend a parade and watch him pass out together with his parents.And that means,one day work and two days off.But to be frank i am super-used of not meeting him for 5-6 days straight..&lt;em&gt;Da biasa dah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather looks gloomy today but too bad i'll be going to work soon.&lt;em&gt;Cuaca sekarang tak tentu..suke main2kan perasaan aku..Cheh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully my performance appraisal runs smoothly today.I'm feelin a lil nervous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fun.i'm laughing most of the time.We will all go crazy at work.Especially me hazrul and linde.Yeay!stress-buster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115828981133519948?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115828981133519948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115828981133519948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115828981133519948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115828981133519948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/09/battle-of-sexes-is-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115638869026432528</id><published>2006-08-24T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:04:50.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still get my belated presents for my belated bdae.Recently,i got a box of ferrero choc,a body shop perfume and this cute bear from Thaqif.Haa..How sweet.The first thing that came to my mind when he told there was something for me,I was shocked and of course touched.Cos guys are not good at buying things for gfs.Dont u guys agree?It depends.He told me he didnt know whether i would like it.Well i do appreciate it.Thanks to ALL who gave me presents.I'm still waiting for someone to give me Ridhwannnnnnnnn...!!!!where's mine?????????&lt;br /&gt;I managed to have some social life recently.Managed to meet my buddies and hang around.Things havent change.Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,was thinking of going holiday at the end of the year.Somewhere near.Tot of Bali or pulau redang.Bintan's not bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at PPW.The members there are picking up so that means busier.And i've got my own tasks to do.Like those weekly report thingy.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at work,it turned out to be that there were 4 ladies at the front desk.My 2 managers and my other colleague and me.And we were talking about men.&lt;br /&gt;They were like "Forget relationships!" What for have a bf?" "Date diff men everyday but dont screw!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like what the hell!AHhhah.Whatever it is,all of them got punk'd before..hahah!Women vs Men.&lt;br /&gt;I have got nothing to say about it last night.Was just smiling and listening to their angst.&lt;br /&gt;Poor women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping this sat will be a beautiful and a memorable one again after so many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ain't no other*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115638869026432528?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115638869026432528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115638869026432528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115638869026432528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115638869026432528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-still-get-my-belated-presents-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115553541559152599</id><published>2006-08-13T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:03:35.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays i love to eat.I kept craving for food.I even dragged my bf to places just to 'cure' my craving.But thanks anyway.If its not for u and ur effort to drive or walk,i wont get what i want.i just had mushroom and cheese prata @ Simpang Bedok and now the very next day i feel like eating it again.And the mashed potato there is sooo...Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think Rid's getting better.His wound is healing but the effect of it is worsening.He tends to get headaches.I'm just still worried over him.He's still doing his training after getting 10 days of Mc.I got so panicked when i got a msg from wal saying that he's in hospital and he cant get through me.I cried like there's no tmr.And i stayed with him in the hosp through the night and the very next day.I skipped work,giving all sorts of reasons just to be with him.There was this point of time when  both of us feel a bit awkward cos both of our mums are talking to each other.Oh my mum visited him.And that was the very first time they met and they talked about us!Paiseh.But of course rid wont understand malay.Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;But he kept telling me that he's worried that he might be kicked out from the course due to his injury.Well he said he really wants to be in this course bcos in a way he can spend more time with me.And he's doing it for us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You,Ridhwan.Just hope that he gets to stay in the course.3 months more and you'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to do things for Rid and i want him to know that i can make sacrifices for us as well.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel that i ought not be his gf.He did so many things that i can never repay back.And i know that he loves me  more.yes he loves me more than i love him.I know that,for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to try something.Just hope that i can get it.No one knows about it.So far only 3 people.No i'm not gonna tell anyone yet.But i will miss everyone IF i get it.Especially my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*one wish*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115423585117304840</id><published>2006-07-30T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:09:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what ppl have been saying abt me(be it at work or anywhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this blur look most of times now.&lt;br /&gt;I love to wonder and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;I looked half-dead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alert of ppl's presence&lt;br /&gt;I've been careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shits! whats happening to me. And i'm starting to realize everthing about it.&lt;br /&gt;Friends have been asking me to quit the job.I felt they know what i'm going through now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that,i tend to get pissed off easily and moody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible day yesterday.Part of me says he is still wrong and doesnt want to aplogise for his doings and he's trying to take revenge on me.&lt;br /&gt;it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever who is reading this,please dont waste your time trying to reach me at my hp.I'm not gonna use it for i-dont-know-till-when.I'm serious about it.I need a break from all of you.Yes including someone.Enough is enough.Gimme a break.Let me get BUSY with my work.I'd rather work then to waste time sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what,there's no such thing as bestfriend of the opposite sex!nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taking a drag*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115405771403843994</id><published>2006-07-28T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:35:14.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes after working like mad for the whole week,you just wanna see your loved ones.They seemed to have this "power" to relieve everything.From stress to whatever things.Really.Making us a lil bit more happy.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days and i will get my pay.But this time round,i really have to start saving.Ppl around me have been asking me to save up and save up.Especially rid.He was angry when i almost went broke this month.Pfffttt!But i have the urge to splurge on a new hp.K800i.Ive seen the phone.Just heavier than my current phone.Will see how and consult with my financial consultant,Low Ridhwan.I bet he's gonna control my money.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i go to work as in the "need to" go to work.Not having the passion for it and it really sucks when you go to work just cos u have to work to get the bloody money!&lt;br /&gt;WORK IS BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be the nation's bdae.One year passed very fast.I came across a photo of my friends and i wearing red and white during our ITE days.We got so cramped sitting on the floor and we even spotted butt-cracks and Dan's attire was condemned.Haa.I remembered Izzat's photo with that set of drum with himself holding the flag and a lollipop stucked in his mouth.Stupid ass.Haahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its time for work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*going back to the stars*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115405771403843994?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115346565248446826</id><published>2006-07-21T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:07:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to go to foodcourts or hawker centres cos my hair will stink after that!eww.Its irritating.It took almost an hour for me to do my nails.I get so fucked-up when i accidentally hit something and one of my nail coating will be cacat!another stress mode.Period.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so fucking stress since being transferred to suntec.So ppl dont press the START button,cos once you hit it,I will throw my tantrums at you!I havent been having enough sleep and rest.All i do is work.No socialising.Havent been meeting my friends or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;My bdae sucked.No one asked me out and i ended up going out with my a group of ladies that i just got to know and clicked.My bf's stuck in camp.And so happened to be that war happened at home that one of my family members didnt come out of the room to 'witness'  me cutting the cake!Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 20 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my ppw team.I came for the meeting yest and it was damn boring!my collegues and i were late and we sat right behind that i cant even see whats happening in front.I slept,played with my phone and this trainer talked to me.I dont know his name and which team is he from.I cant wait to go back to ppw.Everyone was like asking when i'm coming back.The ppw trainers flocked me and as usual talked super-nonsensically to me!It wasnt really a meeting.Just a gathering.All i did was -talking to sha and my collegues and eat.I dont go bodek2 with the seniors or my superiors.&lt;em&gt;Sape nak gi layan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow think this entry is stress-filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on mc today.No i'm not sick.Sick of work,certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wonderwall*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115346565248446826?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115346565248446826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115346565248446826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115346565248446826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115346565248446826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-to-go-to-foodcourts-or-hawker_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115346565113682837</id><published>2006-07-21T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:07:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to go to foodcourts or hawker centres cos my hair will stink after that!eww.Its irritating.It took almost an hour for me to do my nails.I get so fucked-up when i accidentally hit something and one of my nail coating will be cacat!another stress mode.Period.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so fucking stress since being transferred to suntec.So ppl dont press the START button,cos once you hit it,I will throw my tantrums at you!I havent been having enough sleep and rest.All i do is work.No socialising.Havent been meeting my friends or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;My bdae sucked.No one asked me out and i ended up going out with my a group of ladies that i just got to know and clicked.My bf's stuck in camp.And so happened to be that war happened at home that one of my family members didnt come out of the room to 'witness'  me cutting the cake!Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 20 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my ppw team.I came for the meeting yest and it was damn boring!my collegues and i were late and we sat right behind that i cant even see whats happening in front.I slept,played with my phone and this trainer talked to me.I dont know his name and which team is he from.I cant wait to go back to ppw.Everyone was like asking when i'm coming back.The ppw trainers flocked me and as usual talked super-nonsensically to me!It wasnt really a meeting.Just a gathering.All i did was -talking to sha and my collegues and eat.I dont go bodek2 with the seniors or my superiors.&lt;em&gt;Sape nak gi layan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow think this entry is stress-filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on mc today.No i'm not sick.Sick of work,certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wonderwall*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115346565113682837?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115346565113682837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115346565113682837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115346565113682837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115346565113682837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-to-go-to-foodcourts-or-hawker.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115269419294129359</id><published>2006-07-12T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:49:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've started to feel the emptiness now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy lately.Not busy with work.Partially to be frank.Been busy preparing surprise bday bash,running here and there.Spending my last times with him and sendin him off.been waking up early and having late nights.The surprise bash worked and everything that was planned,ran smoothly.I was relieved.We've been planning for the past 3 weeks and its not easy to plan.Really not easy.Firstly i have to plan things with his mum,list-out the "to-do list",buys stuffs,plan the decorations,order stuffs,collect stuffs,gather his friends and plan with them on how to surprise him at the chalet.That was the most difficult part.Shawal and i had to squeeze out our brains just to make him come to the chalet without him knowing any single thing!Finally,he came and believed that it was shawal's gf 's chalet.and we all came out to surprise him with our shoutings and party poppers!Soon after that  momemt,i was totally relieved.He seemed happy and thankful enough.He kept thanking all my hard work.I'm happy that he's happy.How i wish i can be so lucky like him,your loved ones do all these for you and  be there for you.Ridhwan is always lucky.I didnt sleep the whole night.Some of them went home and the rest slept.I was with him throughout the morning.We ended up watching  skate videos and he played the guitar.Soon after that i got ready and went to work.I stoned at work and decided to bastard and went home and i slept like a pig the whole day.i loved the ballons i bought for the decor.so cute and nice.It's even personalised.We even bought him a pink hat that looks like a wizard hat saying happy bdae.And he wore it throughout the time.Haa..So cute.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time there.de-stressing from work.His friends' gfs seemed to be the fun ones.We even had girl talk on the bed,leaving the boys down there.But they keep coming upstairs and we had to shut our mouths.So kay-poh..&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to be asleep in the first place.But the noise,the smell of booze of the people in the room forced me not to sleep.He put me to sleep(the sweetest part but still i cant sleep)&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach and talked before proceeding back to the chalet.And that's where he started playing his guitar and singing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him off yesterday.He looked sad.I was very sad.I hate good-byes.I wasted so many tears.&lt;br /&gt;We even had a camp tour  while he was doing his registration.Everything happened so fast and we could only see him for 2 to 3 mins before leaving him for the last time.He kept telling me to be strong.I really feel that something is missing now.Now,i have to be a  good girl and stay at home and wait patiently for his calls and msgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even have the mood to celebrate my bdae tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in my place*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115269419294129359?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115269419294129359/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115190596909314850</id><published>2006-07-03T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:52:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've the thoughts of all of the things he's done for me.&lt;br /&gt;All the sacrifices,the surprises and everything.Even the hardships he faced.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is,he's always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And that i love you,Ridhwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115190596909314850?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115190596909314850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hurts.Yes,my wisdom tooth is growing.My gums are swollen.I know i will be down with fever anytime.I'm still thinking whether i should wear braces.I've been saying this from Sec 4.Haha!But still nothing done.Oklah,its not cheap.And most prob i have to use my own money again!&lt;br /&gt;Hey,two days off from from work feels heaven man!I decided to take my first leave yest and went out.Today is my off day.I'm still at home.Should be going out later to meet my friends.Rid's gonna skate.Maybe i'll just drop by later after meeting my friends..I miss seeing him skate somehow.I managed to do my rounds at the park in the wee hours and clean my house.I hate dust!I hate the sight of hairs on the floor.Sweeping wont work but vaccum does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i was being such an ass two days ago.I know he didnt deserve all these shits.Both made mistakes.But now we're ok.OK.I felt that i'm grateful enough.I mean like both my parents and his parents are ok with us.My mum did things for him and his mum too.Vice-versa.Its good lah.Cos some parents dont approve realtionships or the type of person he/she is.I can see that the bonding is there.But i havent been trying talk to his dad.I'm shy in a way and i cant figure out how to start the conversation.I know how his dad is.Been going to his house lately but still never talk to his dad.I would just salam him, sit and watch the tv and shut up.Haaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rid looks better in botak.Its not funny.It suites him well.now he looks like gangsta..I'm not talking about those malay mats gangsta..what i mean is like the mafia2 kind of look.Aha!Yeah,the one on the streets doin em thangs.And i think he will look super-good with his &lt;em&gt;es&lt;/em&gt; jacket and puting up the hood and driving with one hand.Woohoo!Ok,is that a fetish or what?Seems like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now 4 months,1 day,4 hours and 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feel the rush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115105270001016070?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115105270001016070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115105270001016070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115105270001016070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115105270001016070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-115096085250375900</id><published>2006-06-22T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:20:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTIONS: Write ten statements, intended to different people - things you've always wanted to tell them. never tell which one is to whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)How i wish you never exist in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)They shouldnt be bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I love the way you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)You're a jerk.You just played with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Sometimes both of them drive me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I wanna see the old you.Be more fun like last time can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Please take me out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)They rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Stop sharing my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)I appreciate you,but i cant show it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115096085250375900?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115096085250375900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115096085250375900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115096085250375900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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for a bloody cab&lt;br /&gt;wannabes&lt;br /&gt;run with my heels&lt;br /&gt;when my heels get stuck in the drain&lt;br /&gt;raindrops hit my face(esp with make-up on)&lt;br /&gt;dumb-asses&lt;br /&gt;slow people&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of karung-guni man&lt;br /&gt;when the batt of my mp3 dies&lt;br /&gt;when i cant find what to wear&lt;br /&gt;when it rain just when i'm about to leave the house&lt;br /&gt;naggings&lt;br /&gt;cranky people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115095926669488977?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115095926669488977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115095926669488977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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comes in handy!I dont know how much i've spent on cab fares.&lt;br /&gt;Ok now again my account is depleting.Gotta survive for another 10 days and i will get my pay.I dont know if ihad enough of shopping.Still wanting that Coach bag or the Guess bag.more tops.More clubbing clothes.Enough of heels/wedges cos i bought a new gold wedge last week.I liked it so much.Now it seems that i have a lot of gold collections.My gold belt,gold tops,gold beg,gold wedge.Cant deny that gold is the hot colour now.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to buy people stuffs.And rid's birthday is coming soon.hey,today's the 17th.That means one more month exactly to his bdae!Have to save up for him though he will be in ns.Oh yeah,he's got no more hair!!!!!BOTAK.SEXY!hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to go on a holiday trip with him after his ns.Still long actually.But start saving up now.&lt;br /&gt;Too soon to say all these.But i wanna go BALI or THAI.Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;I really like his new room.Especially the lights in his room.And his locker-styled cupboard.Its really supercool.And his white big clock that costs 200plus.His room is well-done except for the carpet.He said he's gonna put one in his room.And the best thing is that,he really did hang the skateboard or to be specific,his deck ,that i bought for him.It looks seasoned(of courselah,he really skate!)and it looks great on the wall.Thanks so much,Ridhwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to have that lazy mood for work.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*free loops*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-115055018898487020?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115055018898487020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=115055018898487020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115055018898487020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/115055018898487020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-readies.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114973968732258066</id><published>2006-06-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:08:07.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that Body shop's Vitamin E eye treatment care works.yeah the one that reduces fine lines,darkcircles around your eyes.And its on sale now.Been wanting to buy it actually.Now i got it cheaper.Hee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling oldies.Been downloading beatles song.Its nice.Time for a change.Lesser of trance and rnb now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i remembered what happened the other day cos i'm hearing one of coldplay songs now..Rid waited for 1 hour plus under my block after his skate-torn just to surprise me and say sorry i think.And he played The Scientist by coldplay in his car(was late for work but luckily he was there to surprise and send me to work!).I was like..why is he playing this song.Well,if you guys know the song well,you guys will know what he meant.Deep inside me i feel touched but i just didnt show it.Well,its history now but wont forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bits of the song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up to meet u..&lt;br /&gt;to tell u i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;u dont know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to find u&lt;br /&gt;to tell u i need u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what people,i dont belive in Forevers.Nothing will last in this world.Starting from now,i'm not surprised if real  long-term relationships didnt work out and break-ups happen.Some people around me have 6 to 8 years relationship and it went down the drain.Let's leave everything  to fate and i will live day by day.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hey jude*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114973968732258066?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114973968732258066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114973968732258066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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starting to hate the people there.Some of my collegues are rude and they only think for themselves.And they push the blame to other people.I hate this particular personal trainer.So fucking ego.So what if his body is kong..&lt;em&gt;kepala buto....&lt;/em&gt;And they cant do things on their own.Everything they come and find the front desk people.Yes,it's killing me.Wont be surprise if i'm gonna quit.Been working out and doing some personal training.Why not make use of the place cos its free for me.Cos members really spend so much money just for the membership fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping.Yes.I got the money i deserved.&lt;em&gt;Syukur..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Handbag&lt;br /&gt;2)make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;3)Heels again?&lt;br /&gt;4)More tops&lt;br /&gt;5)And finally..dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon i will see rid botak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blue dahlia*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114973794293607858?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114973794293607858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114973794293607858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114973794293607858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114973794293607858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/politics.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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stress.All i need now is the money i deserve and go shopping ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Ifah's bdae bash was over.It was a relieved.Cos it took quite a lot of effort till misunderstandings happened.I was hoping for her to show more action on that day when the surprise came up.You know like being shocked or something..But its ok though.Just hope that she's happy enough with the bash and the gift.More birthdays to come soon..Its good to see most of them that day.Talking about new jobs,life,love.Best of all, we still get to laugh just like last time.Things didnt come my way for the past few days.I didnt get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*diamonds that glisten*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114890410285390641?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114839160757910707</id><published>2006-05-23T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:40:07.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much work and less rest make me sick.Down with a stupid flu.I cant take MC.I can but choose not to.Cos my pay will be cut off cos i'm still under probation.What the fuck.Yes i maybe stupid but i felt that i can tahan with the flu and carry on going to work.Kinda feel wasted if one-day pay is cut off and gone just like that.Money-minded for now.I'm still thinking if i shud be getting IPOD video.BUt come to think of it,that money i can buy more stuffs.Shopping for myself.Whatelse.500 can buy so many many things.Many clothes.More heels.Guess handbag.I can even get something from a boutique like LV or Gucci.Get what i mean.IPOD video is not a need but a desire.Now this involves Marketing here.Still remember the needs,wants,demands and what ever more.I miss clubbing lah.I miss dbl-0.Now i got more &lt;em&gt;clubbing kakis.&lt;/em&gt;Yeay!I did receive invitations but cant/didnt  go.So it seems that this fri will be the gang meet-up.How superb.Darling ifah's bdae is coming soon.Fri to be exact.&lt;em&gt;Just around the corner ah eh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;almost there&lt;/em&gt;..Any wishes?I'm so hungry.I wanna eat but no selera.Whatever i eat,i cant get the real taste.I am craving for andersen's of denmark Belgian Choc ice-cream but i cant eat it.Sore throat.&lt;em&gt;Kesian kan?tak eh?ntah eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nothing to fear now*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114839160757910707?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114813388358380964</id><published>2006-05-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:04:43.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like dancing to the sound of Lo que paso paso now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114813388358380964?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114813388358380964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114813388358380964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114813388358380964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114813388358380964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-like-dancing-to-sound-of-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114760844157214757</id><published>2006-05-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T05:07:21.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so stress up right now.I cried some times.Life's been stressful and love's been shitty.I 've been having less sleep.Shorter time to sleep.I'm always late and  forgetful.I hate closing.I hate figures.I hate jerks at my workplace.I'm totally broke.I miss my friends.I dont have time for them.I need a break from all these.I need something to rejuvenate me.I dont know in what form it can be.Just something.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us are having a rough time right now.Its like its on the verge.Or the beginning of the end.The attention seemed to be lacking.I couldnt figure out any further.&lt;a href="http://www.refocus-now.com/stock/svainola/imagepages/image12.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114760844157214757?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114760844157214757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I didnt know what happened to my last post.It didnt appear.And it was bloody long&lt;em&gt;.Nabeii.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work-So far so good.Will be transferred to parkway.Infact today i will be starting at parkway.But its just that my place isnt offialy opened yet.17th may.Oh yeah,two days before the movie night.Yeah,Planet Fitness will be having a Staff Movie Night @ GWC.We'll be watching the Da Vinci Code.And its 3 hours.So i dont know if i will be watching.&lt;em&gt;Tido ke or talk-talk..&lt;/em&gt;Thank God they changed the timing from midnight to 9plus.I heard we will be proceeding to Attica after that.Icha must be happy and she has been bugging me to go so at least got&lt;em&gt; kaki.Ko memang..kalau clubbing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know why Icha wanna cancel yest's meet-up.I mean it's hard to get everyone to come&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;You cant possibly think that everyone will be free.Depends ah eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of peeps managed to get a job for themselves.Man has also started working.All the best bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby will be a fire-figher soon.Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love generation*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114714998692065201?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114714998692065201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114714998692065201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114714998692065201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114714998692065201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-didnt-know-what-happened-to-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114646901949772033</id><published>2006-05-01T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:36:59.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Less than 24 hours and i will start work.Gotta fix my sleeping habit from now on.I mean the timing and all.Cos now i'm so used to sleep around 2 to 3 am.Now i feel&lt;em&gt; takot-takot&lt;/em&gt; cos Sha just called me that the Pilates Room over at my gym is haunted.Some kind of spirits are there.I'm like huh?I cant imagine if i were to do opening early in the morning.&lt;em&gt;Alamak scary also lah&lt;/em&gt;..Then how??My mom was kinda shocked when i bought this Nike trackpants for 65 bucks!heee...sorry Mom.I know its yours money..but..heee..But its damn nice lah.And i didnt know wearing that track pants can turn someone on.*evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Tmr onwards i will be part of Suntec!&lt;br /&gt;I am so sleepy.The tv was blasting while i was sleeping and i cant sleep back.I only had like 5 hours of sleep.I got home and went out again to meet him AGAIN.Oh i managed to see where Tia(rid's cat) was buried.Kinda scary lah cos its like 5 am in the morning and the area around his place is very quiet.Tia fell from 12th floor.Rid was very sad.But i somehow managed to cheer him up after we almost blow our cools over at Suntec.I like his new shirt a lot.Just a plain girl design(gold in colour) on a white shirt.I fell in love with one of his skate shoes collection.And i really mean collection ok.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on my new job,people.Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you sang to me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114646901949772033?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114646901949772033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114646901949772033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114646901949772033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114646901949772033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/05/less-than-24-hours-and-i-will-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114641652921583224</id><published>2006-05-01T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:13:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt that i'm condescended.I can't have that fulfillment.Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114641652921583224?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114641652921583224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>New job,new life.New people around me that is.Ok,people i finally got a job for myself.I'll be part of Planet Fitness @ Suntec starting on 2nd may.I'm feeling excited but more of worrying about the work load.I've seen the people there.They are fun and my 'kaki' type.So i think no problem.Actually, if can i wanna start in june or july cos Rid wana spend time with me before he goes  NS.I know he's kinda sad.And my job is a shift-job.So you can imagine how busy it will be.I jyst hope that i can balance myself well.Especially with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.But my working life must start.And i know how he feels when i'll be working in an environment with a lot of guys.He's just afraid though he trusts me so much.He even asked me to promise him not do stupid things and just think about work.&lt;em&gt;Promise baby.Thank you for being understanding enough.&lt;/em&gt;But giving him 300 bucks per month and buying him lots of t-shirts wont happen.haha.But of course now mostly everything will be on me for now you wont be getting your monthly allowance &lt;strong&gt;anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;Such a pity.Not to worry lah cos i dont mind&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;Well,i thought of opening another bank account to seperate the money.And this new account will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;forbidden&lt;/span&gt; for me.I just dont want to touch the money.Future savings.Wow,it seems like i've plan ahead.*claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate myself.The flaws beneath me.I wont explain further.And i hate it when my flaws destroy everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant wait to see him later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wasting my air*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114629894216574818?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114586076516139875</id><published>2006-04-24T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:39:25.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided not to go for the police assesment thingy.It's kinda complicated for me.I'm just afraid that i cant stay within the bond.It's not my cup of tea actually.And the 12 hours work will kill me.So many things i have to bear in mind.So yeah,POLICE is out of my way for now.Well,most of my friends and Rid told me not to go for it.And some even said they cant imagine me in that uniform and short hair.Haaaaaaaaaa.But zan said i will look stunning in it.I also cant imagine myself in the Police.Dad seemed disappointed with me.Whatever it is,i've turned down the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to drive in the rain!Pfffftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wake-up call*&lt;div 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Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114560258522333122</id><published>2006-04-21T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:56:25.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC00299.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint this cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC02070.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never do me greasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114560258522333122?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114560258522333122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114560258522333122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114560258522333122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114560258522333122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/04/aint-this-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114560119185727403</id><published>2006-04-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:33:11.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom's complaining and complaining cos i have been waking up late almost everyday since school's over.oklah i know i'm wrong also.but i usually sleep late.around 2 to 3 am now.And i love to sit in the kitchen during wee hours,hogging on the phone.hee..You know what,i appreciate it if my friends call me up and tell me about their problems.Cos in a way i feel appreciated and they will feel better too.And it's like they have someone to turn to.&lt;em&gt;A friend in need is a friend indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,i think i'm gonna have surprises for my friends.Just wont say it here and to anyone.God,i really like the new Sony Ericsson's 810i.So gorgeous.Perfect in black.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first time ever i saw a cat puke.Live.Haha.It really amuses me.At first i felt a bit weird and scared,noticing the reactions of Amber(Rid's cat).Suddenly,he puke and there was this round kind of thing,like a ping-pong ball coming out from his mouth.I was like what the hell was that.Rid said it was a furball.I didnt even know what's that!You know when cats lick their body and then its fur will get trapped inside its mouth.Something like that lah..dont know how to really explain.More furs=bigger furball.Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;For now i want my bf to cut down on his smoking and eventually try to stop.&lt;em&gt;I'm glad you wanted too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for tmr for its our 2 months anni.&lt;em&gt;tick tock tick tock..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it if my heels get stuck in the drain.Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we'll share*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114560119185727403?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114560119185727403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114560119185727403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114560119185727403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114560119185727403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-moms-complaining-and-complaining.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114554750874412819</id><published>2006-04-20T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:38:28.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you hear my heart beating?I'm still alive and never gone.I may seem &lt;em&gt;senyap &lt;/em&gt;but that doesnt mean i forget about my close friends..I know my closest ones appreciate my friendship.And cos close friends are forever..I terribly miss them.Well..still enjoying my life!partying with my closest ones and my bf most of the time!I'm in a state of being oh-so-jobless.Yet,i'm feeling happy.=) &lt;em&gt;I can have it all whenever you are near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we are the world*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114554750874412819?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114554750874412819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114554750874412819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114554750874412819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114554750874412819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-hear-my-heart-beatingim-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114525040554583517</id><published>2006-04-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:27:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to wrap gifts.Cos i totally suck at it.The wrapping will tend to get more crumpled.Well,whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement was there last Sat.Both Rid and me were totally excited.Something different for us.We kept laughing and smiling at each other.=) And we had another excitement last night.The 'climax' with his parents.LOL.Oh,we even had pronounciation problems too.My face turned red and i cant stop laughing.I cant help it everytime he looked into my eyes.Melts.Nowadays,darling boy loves to give me that saddie-manja-wantmetohughim-cute face.Plus that drooping lips.Naughty naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your presence never make me feel bored&lt;/em&gt;-Rid.Thank you darling boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be the type to play on you.Wont be on the cellphone frontin'.Wont be flirting.I'm really not that kind.Told you so many times-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tak sampai hati nak buat mcm gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114525040554583517?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114525040554583517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114525040554583517' 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last time i watched it was like when i was 7 or 8!I still remembered how the story goes.I remembered that i was afraid to look at the step-mother's face!So evil..eew.Now they have Cinderella 2.But i didnt quite like it though.Hey,adults still watch cartoon ok.Did i mention that i watch Ice Age last week?Its good for those who are craving for laughter.I like the movie.Ok,it seems like another of my gf is starting a permanent job soon.This coming Mon.All the best babe!i'm sure she will love her job cos she will be seeing personal trainers and &lt;em&gt;abg2 body&lt;/em&gt; there...!Well,dont foeget me lah..Lol.Just joking.You see,you will meet new people in your working life.But i hate it when they backstab you.It's common.Gosh,i cant believe that i have a new name for myself.Apprarently,i kept telling my friends that we'll club soon.And they have been waiting for me and confirmation.But on the hand,i kept telling them,&lt;em&gt;soon ah..soon..&lt;/em&gt; And for that,they call me &lt;em&gt;Miss Soon.Punyelah tak glamour..Thanks eh baby aussie and baby tribal.&lt;/em&gt; Oh we had a great time yesterday.Icha and me shopped like there's no tmr.But i cant really find what i want exactly.We hopped from BK to Coffee Bean and to this cafe near Rocky Master.We bitched again about this particular someone.Surprisingly,kiwi-kiwi and Chaz came!Hee.&lt;em&gt;Good lah.&lt;/em&gt;More people and more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Men can never be trusted.Worst still,married man.Apparently,there was this married man asking for my number while i was serving his family and him.For all the while,he looked at me and it's damn irritating!He had the cheek to ask my name while his wife was busy choosing balloons.And after that he came up to collect his bags(and he came up alone!) and asked what's my name,my number.Praising me.Asking me out for  lunch.Off cos i didnt give him my number.I even lied telling him that i didnt own a hp.But i was very stupid,my hp was at the front pocket of my skirt.Luckily,he didnt see.Phewww.I told Mom bout this and she said dont entertain these kind of people.&lt;em&gt;Gatal + Miang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ,this week i managed to catch up with my diff group of friends.Was so happy to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Guess bag,if only you're a lil cheaper..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starchaser*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114491321434532963?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114491321434532963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114491321434532963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yet.I think i'll just stay this way for now till i get a proper job.My dad told me to relax first.But come to think of it,whose gonna pay for my expenses?Don't tell me i dont need money if i go out!But thank god my workplace left me some slots.That means i can still get some earnings.All Rid and me can think now is the worst.Yeah just think of the worst situation for now.Cos he still dont know whether he can get deferment though he went to appeal.Just be prepared.I support him deep down  but i know it will be hard for us.He's feeling sad too.&lt;em&gt;Ok lah ok lah,NS only what..&lt;/em&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;wahai kau cinta*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114430687220147217?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114406058668941943</id><published>2006-04-03T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T03:36:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can know and feel M's nervousness during her engagement.Who wouldnt be nervous?And this is only engagement.What if it's the big wedding day..?&lt;em&gt;To M,selamat bertunang..semoga sampai ke jinjang pelamin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring very heavily now.So bloody cold.I need a hot cocoa.I missed indulging on that Short Latte @Al-Samar.It was superb.Worth every cent.There are misled,stupid boys under my block singing oldschool malay songs.I was going up my stairs when one of them was shocked when i caught him dancing with just his boxer.And he ran to hide behind the walls.I smiled to myself.They were sliding and sliding over the wet floors.Till now,they are singing with their awful voices.And its very noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Alright,no more papers.Now i will spend my time on the streets with my pals.But i still need to book and go for my pracs,study MORE for my FTT.Lastly,gotta come back for work.Oh i better start planning for the picnic soon.Dad doesnt like it if i work in a hotel.Well,i was about to go for my interview at Ritz-Carlton.Shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that something is not right between us.It's a little shaky now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of Gotan Project are making me feel more and more sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*mash up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114406058668941943?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114391088762066898</id><published>2006-04-02T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:06:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes you will just feel insecure no matter how much trust there is.You are just afraid that things will fall out of place.Feelings will be feelings.Its all unexplainable.You gotta feel it for yourself.Its all in the heart.&lt;em&gt;So now you know how i feel afterall this while..&lt;/em&gt;I dont know if having someone who is either great-looking or pretty-looking for yourself will be difficult.Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do something to my face.I need something that can make it glow.This might sound crazy and weird.I wanna glow like Mr. Moon.I do have a pale,tiring,sick-looking face.Some of my friends also told me that.Whenever i look at my face,i feel like "urggghhhh!" I felt that i look old too.All these are really sickening.&lt;em&gt;Gotta do something adilah..&lt;/em&gt;I almost did retail theraphy(again) just now at town.But i was a lil stronger all the way.*claps* Still,i need to get those loop,white-gold earrings.=) I have been splurging a lot on earrings.And shoes.Fetish..Maybe next will be handbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that i am wanted for now.Oooh..spooky!ok &lt;em&gt;craplah.&lt;/em&gt;Everyone has been chasing me for the pics.No worries,they will come your way soon.Just a lil bit busy for now.But you guys gotta thank my K750i.Hee.&lt;em&gt;Banyak berjasa..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my gang later for M's engagement.I dont know if Baby Aussie's gonna carry on with that stupid plan.Being a punker.Dont know if M's gonna get Punk'd.I think most of them are asleep by now.&lt;em&gt;That includes you..waited for your call but found out&lt;/em&gt;(thanks to your sis)&lt;em&gt; you have knocked out due to your medications..Speedy recovery sweetie..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more April Fool pranks, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to morph into the bed soon..*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nothing left inside*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114391088762066898?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114391088762066898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114391088762066898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114391088762066898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114391088762066898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-you-will-just-feel-insecure.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114369722458528465</id><published>2006-03-30T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:40:24.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunching with some of the ISo people went pretty smooth.It was quite hectic and kecoh.We went all the way to Taka but found out it was packed.And we headed straight to the one at Marina Square.Firstly,we have to cook the food.Oh we ate at Seoul Garden.And so when the makciks and this particular pakcik sat together on one table and cook,it became more of chefs in the kitchen.The sizzling and popping,"fireworks" that happened.The super-big-sized beef that amuses us all ,thanks to izzat.The awaiting of cockles to open up so that we can eat.The history of mine about fishball.The prone-to-cancer izzat due to eating the chowtar stuffs.Bitching about one of our classmates eating only veggie and jotting down what she eats if she eats meat or fatty stuffs.Scooping the hard ice-cream.The sight of air batu malaysia.Eating a meat that's not properly cooked(all thanks to me).Making the place like as if it belongs to ISO during the photo-taking session.I will remember this day.Thanks to us who made it happened and who were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After carrying the overloaded food in our stomach,we headed to Arab St and chilled at Al-Samar.We got this special spot to sit.I dont know how to explain.But its damn cosy and the music's superfine.We did crap-talking,bitching again and again,laughing our hearts out,cam-whorings,trying different kinds of coffee(weird ones).And after that,all of us headed home.Anyway i saw my childhood love there yesterday.I really thought izzat was joking when he waved at Haikal behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt feeling quite happy while enjoying everything at Al-samar.Darling boy told me that he will be enlisted for NS soon.My heart really sank.And i fucking almost cried infornt of my friends.And the saddest part is that he will be going on the 11th of july.Thats like 2 days before my birthday.We already had plans to do a chalet and celebrate it cos his is on the 17th you see.I was feeling quite emotional throughout the night.I didnt sound the same when i talked to him.Kept telling him its nothing.Cos deep down i dont want him to feel more shitty and sad.But i know its the best for him and that every man will go through it.Well,its kinda hard when you bf is serving the nation.And they say that this is the real test to see if you can really waitn for him.I dont actually bother about that so much.Its the pain to see him go that's more tormenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inside your heaven*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114369722458528465?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114369722458528465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114369722458528465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114369722458528465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114369722458528465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/lunching-with-some-of-iso-people-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114345614765293225</id><published>2006-03-27T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T02:42:27.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why men tell lies?Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114345614765293225?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114345614765293225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114345614765293225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114345614765293225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114345614765293225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-men-tell-liesperiod.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114335326927454167</id><published>2006-03-26T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:07:49.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the day that i first chat with Baby Aussie.Haha.Everyone was like, "wow!you got an msn!" What tickles me most is his nick.Hah.Thanks for the Trance songs,dude.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck ppl cos tmr's my paper.Hopefully i wont be late.&lt;br /&gt;Hey,everything is as per normal now.No more fights-fights.So we'll just stay as friends.Close friends.Kan Zan?Well,maybe Ezan has to be the middle-man at times.I wanna meet Ezan soon.Long-long time no see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rid said something on Fri night that made me weep.Tears of feeling touched.My smile just started to fade slowly when he mentioned about the prom night.&lt;br /&gt;Darling boy has been very cute and sweet towards me these days.*claps*&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for that special plan to happen.Dinner by the beach.Aww.That's pretty romantic.Thank You darling.So i guess wont be seeing him quite often now due to plans/outings with my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hot-headed over my siblings.They kept using and borrowing my stuffs.And they cant take care of them and handle them properly.Stupid.&lt;strong&gt;Free-loader!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fancy me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114335326927454167?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114335326927454167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114335326927454167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114335326927454167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114335326927454167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-day-that-i-first-chat-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114317493313189187</id><published>2006-03-24T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:35:33.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;**Falling away with you**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/yyy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/gg.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01665.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114317493313189187?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114317493313189187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114317493313189187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114317493313189187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114317493313189187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/falling-away-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114309398411929962</id><published>2006-03-23T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:27:56.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasnt any ordinary day for it was our 1 month anni.I didnt realise it till the 20th.Keeping track of time about it hasnt been in me all this while.He kept word-mouthing anniversary wishes to me throughout the day.Thank You for the anniversary wishes,all the warmth u provided,those interlocking fingers,singing (love songs) with your heart out while driving,Date Movie treat and lastly your companion.And we got to sit at the exact seat @ the Musical Fountain.It has always been a sweet simple outing but darling boy knows how to make it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations to us and dearest one. It was a colourful day and i waited(with killing patience) for u to rise and shine so that we can celebrate it.&lt;strong&gt;Kaulah yang paling terhebat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of school.How i've waited for this very day.Yet,it was painful for me deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people,detoxification is back here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,last night Man confessed everything to me.It seems like what everyone has been saying is true afterall.But he has to understand that I only love my darling boy.And that Man and me have been friends for almost 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*I hereby declare that EzaNn is now my close friend.Thank You for being there with me all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mischievious group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanyut-masihkah ada harapan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent+Metta Kids+Budak2 Baik.Ni baru ade harapan(hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for all the stands*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114309398411929962?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114309398411929962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114309398411929962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114309398411929962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114309398411929962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-wasnt-any-ordinary-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114286145387173893</id><published>2006-03-20T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:30:55.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01862.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside ambrosia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01881.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01872.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in ambrosia with baby aussie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114286145387173893?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114286145387173893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114286145387173893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114286145387173893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114286145387173893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/inside-ambrosia.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114286075707325609</id><published>2006-03-20T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:19:19.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a maid doesnt mean that i'm a spoilt brat.People always think that i cant do household chores.&lt;em&gt;Sorry siket..!&lt;/em&gt; I'm capable of it.Infact i love cooking more.Baking to be specific.But i have to admit&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that i can be a total lazy bum.I dont make my bed,clean my room everyday.My uniform is ironed by my maid every single day.But when there's mood to do chores,i will do it all by myself and i will take all the time in the world.I dont know why sometimes people never think before they do something.Don't know where they put their brains at.All they think about is money and money.The worst thing is putting their life at risks.You can run but you cant hide.Don't they think of their loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of hearing the same old songs in my MP3.How i wish i could have a better one.Like iPOd or iPOD video.One good thing i like about it is that you can store photos.For sure it will be less boring.Sometimes i'm even lazy to upload the songs!Anyway i heard about the features of Xbox 360 on the radio.&lt;em&gt;Supercool lah..&lt;/em&gt;I cant wait for my last paper!I want to have fun.Apparently&lt;strong&gt;,Cousins bonding&lt;/strong&gt; were about to happen.But i turned down twice.Feel guilty.Cos they &lt;em&gt;jarang-jarang ajak keluar then i turned down..&lt;/em&gt;Dont worry!Soon ok.Speaking of bonding,gonna have some bondings soon..&lt;strong&gt;Colleagues bonding&lt;/strong&gt;.Hah.The girls @ Party With Us planned to go DBL-O after our pay day.&lt;strong&gt;Couple Bonding.&lt;/strong&gt;I planned to have a simple picnic right after exams.Wow!Gonna need alot of money!sadly to say the money in my acc is depleting.Bleargh.How i wish people in this world(especially the Malays) &lt;em&gt;dont buat-buat orang.&lt;/em&gt;But i've always learnt from my mom that no matter what people do to you,dont take revenge.Just let them be and stay strong.Karma will happen.&lt;em&gt;Biar orang buat kite,jgn kite buat org..&lt;/em&gt;Dad dont deserve all these shits.I just feel so sad and sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's bad temper can really drive me nuts.I was pretty shocked that he would acted that way.&lt;em&gt;Try to control..Dont venge your anger at me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I know how sorry you are but i have always forgave you.I'm glad you realised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,i'm left with one week to wear my black Gallaz shoe.That shoe has been good to me for almost 2 years in my ITE life.Thank You,shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hot hot heat*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114286075707325609?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114286075707325609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114286075707325609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114286075707325609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114286075707325609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/having-maid-doesnt-mean-that-im-spoilt.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114256530609399224</id><published>2006-03-17T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:28:20.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think one's house can bring fortune or &lt;em&gt;rezeki.&lt;/em&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Maybe what he said about his house is true afterall.Well, my supervisor called(non-stop) and asked me to work for 3 days straight.Now that's really rezeki.See,they find me.Not i find them.Ok,so its like now they really need me &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;I just got to know that my other colleague is no longer working there.No more fun with her.No more bitching about people walking past our shop.No more playing in the shop,switching off the cctv!Haha.Stealing candies(but must pay back!)Talking about guys's stuff and all.Damn.Leaving me the only malay breed there.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to panic a lil.Cos i'm left with a week to study.Gotta study more!Lesser time to go out!&lt;br /&gt;I need my girlfriends now.I need girlfriends bonding.Cos frankly when weekend starts,that's when i'll start missing them.My kiwi-kiwi,baby sepet and baby nippon!I love them.I heart them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand Azman.I dont know what he expects from me.Cant he just accept the fact that i am back with Rid??I certainly think that he's just jealous.I have tried my best to maintain this friendship.Shitty lah.I hate him but at the same time he's my close friend.Complications and more complications.But he's really starting to freak me out.&lt;em&gt;Ni semua aku kumpul,cukop time aku nak bombard kau..!Your attitude is so yesterday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends will suck.Weekends without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dont look at me that way*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114256530609399224?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114256530609399224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114256530609399224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114256530609399224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114256530609399224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-ones-house-can-bring-fortune.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114224587684917199</id><published>2006-03-13T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:31:18.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Sun hasnt been nice to us.How i hate the weather now.The killing heat.That explains why i'm feeling thirsty most of the time.My hp can be real sucky .I just wish that i dont even own a hp at times.Times when i dont want to be disturb.It can be very distracting.But..its important to me also.Cos it is the only substitute when there's distance between me and him.so important that i cant wear that mini-skirt (to Mos) cos there's no pockets! I can deal with prank calls.Think so.I can fuck guys who wanna play with me.And its fucking irritating when stupid people call you early in the morning just to play prank on you.I was with &lt;em&gt;my ego tone/words&lt;/em&gt; all the way when i deal with this stupid jerk.Seriously they have got nothing better to do.&lt;em&gt;Comelah,try again on me.&lt;/em&gt;The night at Mos was really sucky.Everthing that was planned didnt happen.I didnt get to dance with my friends.Terrible night.The crowd.My mood started to sink when i saw the crowd.I left my friends and they went home without me.I just feel so guilty.Both of us proceeded to trance.Well actually world war 3 was gonna start.Luckily we talked things out and started dancing.Phewww.&lt;em&gt;Dancing with you...&lt;/em&gt;By then i was feeling great and stress-free.I got the satisfaction of dancing.Another night with him at Mos.He looked absolutely dashing with that black and white stripes long-sleeve top.And being cap-less.&lt;em&gt;I tak boleh tashan..*melts*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hyperactivity&lt;/span&gt; kicks in right after Mos. I was swaying into the &lt;em&gt;dark/wee hours feeling&lt;/em&gt;.I was just feeling crazy.More than that.The vibe was there in me.Ok enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more than words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114224587684917199?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114224587684917199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114224587684917199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114224587684917199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114224587684917199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-sun-hasnt-been-nice-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114196981352432243</id><published>2006-03-10T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:50:13.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone out there has something to be proud of about themselves.Well at least one thing.There's always something.Like their physical appearance,personalities or anything.But it will be better if they dont show off or be stuck up about their specialities.Just keep it on the low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty early though there's no class today.I was feeling thankful cos my sis isnt next to me.I can have the whole bed to myself.I have always wanted a room for myself.I can have my own privacy.I dont need to share the closet with anyone.So that my clothes wont get mixed up.My stuffs will be my stuffs and there will be no sharing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring incidents are still alive.I think they will stay.Especially when girls stare at girls.That's what i hate the most.Get a life,won't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this particular guy friend of mine,i wish you dont put you blame on me.Cos you were the one who had high hopes on me.Being with you has never ever crossed my mind.There isnt any chemistry in the first place.Who are you to act this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept listening to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Far Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, &lt;br /&gt;Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long,&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know,you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance'&lt;br /&gt;Cause with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you knowI wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*right here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114196981352432243?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114196981352432243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114196981352432243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114196981352432243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114196981352432243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-sure-everyone-out-there-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114179291203423890</id><published>2006-03-08T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:41:52.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My lecture notes will come my way soon.Pretty soon.Exams are just around the corner.Wait,let me count the days*counting*.Oh less than 3 weeks?Farah and gang planned to celebrate my exams-are-over day and my graduation!Which means i'll meet them soon.Actually sooner but i told them that are exams are coming.So yeah.I already have millions of plans growing in my head after my exams.I want to Play.Party.Having endless Fun.And that also means more time for my sweet one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!My sweet one bought me this gorgeous pink heels from Charles &amp; Keith.Oklah,belated Valentine's Day gift he told me.At first i was gonna buy only one pair on my own.He insisted on buying this particular pair for me.I really liked it.Though at first i was reluctant .It looks classy to me.But superb la.He liked it so much(really) and even warned me to take care of it properly.Not to dirty it or whatsoever.PROMISE.Off coz i will treasure it.I carried home two boxes of Charles &amp; Keith heels.Shop for two heels within hours to me is still &lt;em&gt;ok.&lt;/em&gt;Thank You.I just cant wait for the next surprise.I decided to fulfil his craving yesterday.&lt;em&gt;I am doing it for you.&lt;/em&gt;Memories about us in sec school kept playing in my head.How we always talked about the first night class.What happened actually.Too sweet to be told here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying starts again this sat night&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Many of the people i know will be there&lt;em&gt;.MOS here we come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna morph into  the bed.For now,i love to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have created new nicknames for some people.&lt;br /&gt;Izzat-Baby Aussie.Cos he wants&lt;em&gt; an ang moh&lt;/em&gt; wife.Most likely from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Siti-Baby Jepon.i cant really explain this.It comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Faiz-Baby Frankie.Cos he's know for his Frankestein way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114179291203423890?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114179291203423890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114179291203423890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114179291203423890'/><link rel='self' 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meal.Sad enough for him cos mine tastes nicer.Worth the price i must say.And yes, skater boy was satisfied with the food there.He was torn between BK and Secret Recipe.Gotta try the cakes there next time.I just wonder why restaurants seat couples facing each other?But its like its up to us how we wanna sit i guess.I prefer to sit next to you though.But all that mattered was being with you.Thank you for the meal.Movies.Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I had a really fun time today and you look so beautiful.The girl of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;/em&gt;hides face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;arms of an angel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114165167396242131?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114680486572981454</id><published>2006-03-05T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:54:25.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now i finally have the time to blog.No time to check my mails and going online.Life's been busy with work lately.I even forgot to wish my close friend's bdae.So sorry,fiq.So let's talk about work.My first day was ok and simple.Basically most of the time i just have to fold and and stock up the towels.Scan in IDs.Basic data entries.Personal training documents.&lt;br /&gt;I have this eerie feeling when i did opening yest morning.My place is the biggest so you can imagine how.So many switches to on.The pilates room was what they say is haunted.Eeew.I didnt dare to open the room.But i forced myself to look at it from far.And the most disgusting part of the job is to clear the hairs stuck on the drain in the male toilet.Luckily we are provided with tongs.I was like cursing and cursing.Isnt that the cleaners' job?And i was surprised to see some people waiting outside as early as 5.50 am though my place is open at 6.They never sleep is it?If it was me,I would be sleeping after a hard day at work.Usually the crowd is big after office hours.I'll be transferred to parkway on tues.New place.New atmosphere.And of course,less politics.Thats the reason why some of my colleagues told me its better to go to parkway.Tmr i will be doing opening again but with Khai.So at least i have company.And for the past few days i have been putting up with the craps of the Personal Trainers.&lt;br /&gt;"Dah berak?"..What kind of question is that.Haha.Kinda funny.I cant actually explain how the way Haizal says it.Most of the PT are funny and outgoing people.And there's more good-looking chinese PT  there..=)&lt;br /&gt;For now,i'm ok with the job.Except of backaches.They really kill me.Also,i Have yet to learn the system like cashiering,closing and more on PC.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away..I wanna go out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*break it down*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114680486572981454?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114680486572981454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114680486572981454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114680486572981454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114680486572981454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-now-i-finally-have-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114145422546788452</id><published>2006-03-04T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:37:05.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01715.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they,singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01712.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old-timer..depends ah eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01725.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icha,sid,me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01730.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the lounge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114145422546788452?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114145422546788452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114145422546788452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114145422546788452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114145422546788452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/theysinging.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114145298701428932</id><published>2006-03-04T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:16:28.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was afraid to pollute the lounge with my sucky voice yesterday evening.But i couldnt care anymore.I was very excited the moment i saw the song list.Especially the english song list.I was kinda shocked with songs they have.I sang the most english songs compared to them.I almost lost my voice half way through the session.Really.Oh yeah,there was BPR's song.Izzat and me decided to do a duet.But the most best duet will be with Icha.We sang Don't Speak.Oh my god.I just felt that it was the best throughout the whole session.Oh,i got to sing Bizzare Love Triangle,Beacuse You Loved me,I Promise and more which i couldnt remember.Our finale was like,the whole of us sang C.I.N.T.A!Yeah,that classic malay song.&lt;em&gt;Legend ah kirekan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of fun we had.The voices who couldnt really sing the song.The pitch that went out of tune.The voice breaks.Me doing a very manly  voice over the microphone.Izzat pretending to be a DJ.Laughing,coughing over the mic and polluting the lounge.Snapping pics.The anxiety that was there when the song havent even started playing.Being over-confident.But we didnt forget about those who couldnt make it yesterday.Well,5 of us seemed to be like 15 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let jealousy ruin everything.I wont allow frustration and anger to get the better of me.I realised that it will be  regrettable and absolutely wrong.Like i said,my level of jealousy is very high.Well,let's lessen it wont you,adilah?And not think of the nonsensical stuffs?And oh,wait,Selfishness,can you just go away from me?&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last time i saw him was on Monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*promising*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114145298701428932?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114130716752522083</id><published>2006-03-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T05:46:07.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message On the Pavement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All of a sudden i asked my gfs if they have more girlfriends than boyfriends to hang out with?And they answered- ..."more girlfriends.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm like ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You see,i dont have many girlfriends.I usually hang out with my closest ones, who are usually guys.Maybe that's the  reason why i am a bit boisterous(at times).But i would love to have more girlfriends.You know,like have a girl's night out thingy.Its not that i have never had them,but i want MORE.More gfs,more party."Strictly for girls" kind of thing.Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm craving for something from Andersen's of Denmark.Banana Nut Ice-cream.Yum Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok,less than 20 days of school.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the trains i hop*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114130716752522083?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114130716752522083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114130716752522083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/Edenpics-com_003-005-Sunset-on-a-po.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114103341690058507?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114103341690058507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114103341690058507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114103341690058507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lights,humps,lanes,kerbs,junctions.But my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;very best friend&lt;/span&gt; will be Mr blindspot.And it has to be in my mind automatically. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridge isnt my best pal anymore and rice is a total NO-NO.I lament the day(Valentine's) when we fought about rice and i almost went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of the Fountain of wealth helped a lot in persuading us to cross the busy road and sit at a bench-watching the splendid water "throw-up".The music was good.I Promise by Stacie Orrico.Incomplete by BSB.Daniell Beddingfield's.It was a nice change.You know,instead of wandering around aimlessly in the mall,window-shopping.I asked him complicated cum silly cum impromptu questions but he managed to answer me with his strong words.I was "introduced" AGAIN by what happened to us in the past.Back from sec school days till now.How time flies.I felt unreal.Ridhwan has become a part of me for the past 6 years.Almost 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i've just begun*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114084693564225776?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114084693564225776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114084693564225776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114084693564225776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114084693564225776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/serendipity-call-it-weirdbut-true-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114076262521427166</id><published>2006-02-24T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:30:25.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01580.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll read to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/Picture225.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his W-O-R-L-D&lt;div 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Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114076176185746813</id><published>2006-02-24T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:27:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>%Pull it together%</title><content type='html'>Life seems better now.The world is sunnier.I'm hoping for a less mad lifestyle.Back at home i will sink myself in the bed and set my ears onto some chill music and huggin my small embroided pillow that costs a bomb.That makes me feel nice and calmer.I think my body clock is over-worked.Especially during this hectic week.Days,days of practicals.And they are the ones DRIVING me nuts.Battling against my daily routines and getting rest that's essential to me.I only want to snuggle up in my sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always dreamt of a romantic holiday getaway during my early teen years. Regardless of the destination. I can perfectly imagine just me and my loved one on an island.They swaying coconut trees.The fresh breeze.Walking along the beach,holding hands together while holding our slippers.Watching the sunset while sipping some wine.Or even lying down together with him on a hammock enjoying the ambience.Pampering each other in many ways.Cater to him.Having him all to yourself through out the trip. Or maybe if its snowing,i will be clad in thick jackets.You know those kinds that have furs on the hood.SuperCool!And not forgetting my snow cap and boots.Snow-playing.Hitting each other with snow balls.Making our own snow man together.Perhaps go skiing.If we are to go New Zealand,i want do bungee-jumping.I have always told Mom that i must try that before i die.Really.Well,i can only imagine them for now.Am i feeling love-sick or romance?Bleargh.Who knows i might migrate after marriage and settle down there.I wish that i can have a house like those u see in the movies.Yeah,the ones with attic in it.Country-styled house.White windows.A backyard.Having fresh lemonade in the backyard.Or even picketfence.Running up to the attic to run away from reality,sitting there all by yourself.Writing letters to my loved ones back in hometown.Spending time writing poems at night.Rediscovering old pictures(blowing out the dust) or old stuffs in there and look back in history in the attic. Cooking desserts in my purely white-furnished kitchen.Do some marketing and carrying home brown-paper bags with all your groceries in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need coffee.I am sleepy.Battling with another killer lesson of prac later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*let it take you*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114076176185746813?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114076176185746813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114076176185746813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114076176185746813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114076176185746813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/pull-it-together.html' title='%Pull it together%'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114067459190170091</id><published>2006-02-23T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:03:11.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is the song of the week for me and my gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumiputra Rockers-Dari Sinar Mata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keunggulan cinta dari sinar mata&lt;br /&gt;Yang bergelora&lt;br /&gt;Hati ditaman berbunga&lt;br /&gt;Satu impian satu harapan&lt;br /&gt;Sudah pasti ada sebaliknya&lt;br /&gt;Satu rahsia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau di mataku adalah cahaya&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan kuTerang menyuluh segala&lt;br /&gt;Yang tersembunyiLama kucariSudah pasti ada jawapannya&lt;br /&gt;Kemungkinan itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datang hampir senja sedang aku&lt;br /&gt;Merangkak dan kehausan cinta itu&lt;br /&gt;Kau hulur tangan muMembawa ku ke atas semula&lt;br /&gt;Berdoalah aku kesyukuranTercantum cinta jadi satu&lt;br /&gt;Biar ku tebus segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Agar di teman cinta yang suci itu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114067459190170091?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114067318200956075</id><published>2006-02-23T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:52:39.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey &lt;/span&gt;readies&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..here&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; pics!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gangsta's paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrlsss..meooowwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gggroowwwlllll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01679.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mars attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/06-02-16_17-571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its all nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114067318200956075?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114067318200956075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114067318200956075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114067318200956075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114067318200956075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-readies.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114048551540433956</id><published>2006-02-21T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:31:55.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;+Beautifully Broken+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today it's the 21st of February.I'm left with less than a month.That's when school will end.Yipee.But of cos,there will be no more ISo after that.I cant wake up just now.Was pretty late for class.Didnt reach on time as usual.I met the Rockers yesterday at their school after my prac.Well was kinda pissed off cos he didnt send me to Ubi.He said he wanna send me.Even if he can send me,it will nt be on time.see what i mean?I ended up being late for my prac.I was rushing like hell and praying that Bus 15 wouldnt be late.And he wanted to fetch me but ended up he cant make it.Apeee niiieeee????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mula2 mcm ye ye or..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After meeting the Rockers,we went to have dinner at Telepark.My god!Their service is getting poorer!!We almost left cos Ruben cant wait anymore.He was pissed off.Even the drinks werent there by that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today prac again.Now i tell myself to go on my own.I told him off that i dont want to depend on people anymore.I was being sarcastic lah off cos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thug love*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114048551540433956?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114048551540433956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114048551540433956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114048551540433956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114048551540433956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/beautifully-broken-today-its-21st-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-114033350141945296</id><published>2006-02-19T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:29:55.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I adore the LOVE advertisment.I even downloaded the song.Ok,zameer's sis made me happy on Friday night.She loves my heels.She likes the metallic pink colour and she said i have good taste.She loves my earrings and even my hair.Hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feeel better today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss partying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*down with you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114033350141945296?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114033350141945296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114033350141945296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114033350141945296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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much of complaining.I went to party at Zouk yesterday.And yeah i'm the only girl again among the setans.=) There's elfi,wan,zameer,taufiq and this friend of elfi.I forgot his name.Everything was last minute.But luckily they waited for me under my block.It was pure fun last night.The music was good @ Zouk.Phuture was fucking packed.And there was this stupid minah trying to befriend me in the toilet.Minahs go Zouk??&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancing was realll dirrtyyy!I shall not elaborate more..&lt;/span&gt;Haikal,Noh and his gang were there too.They were dancing beside us and Haikal even offered me his jug.Hee..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that we went to this Condo at Tanjong Rhu,you know the one facing that Benjamin Sheares Bridge!It was Zameer's sis home.It was supercool!The view's great.How rich!We had drinks.All those liquors.And my brothers' fav-Bombay Sapphire.We made our own Screwdriver.I tasted this particular rum which was very nice.It's called Puerto Rican Rum.It has a coconut taste and it smells like that Banana Boat tanning oil.We had few slices of superb chocolate cake baked by her.She even asked me to come and visit her when i'm free cos she loves company and she's kinda lonely.Well,there's only her and her mat salleh husband.So you can imagine.We proceeded to Zouk after that.In the car,was a blast!We on loud music.We sang PUMP It together,loudly.The speed of the car was like...pheeewwww!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wan drove like as if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he's a pro-racer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;Windows opened,top opened.Really.I had so much fun.Thanks to all who were there.Sorry to say this but clubbing has always been fun with them.I'd prefer them to my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first time driving on the road.And also i had a malay instructor for the first time.It was a lil scary to drive on the roads.I made mistakes.Stupid mistakes.I almost bang into a car.I was like fucking myself.How stupid!!But the instructor was cool and nice.Patient.Rid picked me up and send me home after that.Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a presentation for our project!Damn.At first we dont need to do that.Then the microsoft frontpage.Gotta do a website about our resume.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leceh lah...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah,our reunion with Shaz went smoothly.All of us enjoyed and laughed like there's no tmr.We went bowling at East Coast,chill at the water-breaker,took pics and had dinner at the food centre.I was glad to be with them.And i'm grateful enough that we are still contacting with each other after almost 7 years.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Sec 1 you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mainly me,elfi,rafiq,man,shaz,asyri,qif,and of cos Wan&lt;/span&gt;.I will always want a reunion.Cos its the best time to catch up with things together.Again,i was the only girl.Sometimes i do feel shitty.Whatever lah.Its like people will think that i dont feel paiseh or ashamed being the only girl.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mcm tak tau malu ah gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cakaplah ape org nak ckp...Like i said before, i get upper class treatment cos im the only girl there.heee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somehow i wish that i can have everything to myself.Like i dont have to share someone with that particular someone.I also dont like it if he have a choice between two people..He always try to make both parties happy.But i know he will end up not being happy.And that's where things get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will deal with boredom for today and tommorrow.Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*you made me fly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-114027250630370616?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114027250630370616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=114027250630370616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114027250630370616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/114027250630370616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/be-still-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113997244252508238</id><published>2006-02-15T23:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:00:42.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we collide..</title><content type='html'>I didnt know that some of my friends go for the&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore Idol auditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Well, some of them made it through.To Shaz,it was  really surprising.Congrats!You're going to the next round of auditions.He told me that he sang You Remind Me by Usher and he will be on TV adverts showing some of his "1,2 steps"!All the best and you will have our support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.Its not that we really celebrate it..I just went out with him that's all.Everything was nice yesterday but i kinda fuck things up.Had a commotion and i almost went home.I really &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIPPED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday!But i told myself to put things behind and just continue.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos i dont want to spoil the day lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Both of us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALISED&lt;/span&gt; that we are just stubborn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I engaged a conversation with my teacher just now regarding jobs.He said i can try flying.I'm just not really into that kind of job.Till now,i dont know what to do after i'm done with school.Maybe what Ridhwan said was true.&lt;em&gt;I just work part-time for now,enjoy first&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;then start&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;a proper job once i'm ready.&lt;/em&gt;My dad wants me to join the Police Force.But i dont want to undergo the 6 months physical training!I thought of joining the Hotel industry and become a Guest Relations Officer in a prestigious hotel,not those cheapo hotels.So many things to think of.I'm just afraid that after school,things will go out of place.And i have to start planning.Some of my peeps have already applied for jobs.I also thought of trying for the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anugerah Skrin&lt;/span&gt;.But its like you must be commited and you have to go for the camps and the meetings.I even went to the web and read the rules and regulations!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah..semangat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once you skipped them,you'll be disqualified.I want to try acting uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes.And you can't have everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crashin away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113997244252508238?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113997244252508238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113997244252508238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113997244252508238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113997244252508238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-we-collide_15.html' title='When we collide..'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113997243489794992</id><published>2006-02-15T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:00:34.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we collide..</title><content type='html'>I didnt know that some of my friends go for the&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore Idol auditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Well, some of them made it through.To Shaz,it was  really surprising.Congrats!You're going to the next round of auditions.He told me that he sang You Remind Me by Usher and he will be on TV adverts showing some of his "1,2 steps"!All the best and you will have our support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.Its not that we really celebrate it..I just went out with him that's all.Everything was nice yesterday but i kinda fuck things up.Had a commotion and i almost went home.I really &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIPPED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday!But i told myself to put things behind and just continue.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos i dont want to spoil the day lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Both of us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALISED&lt;/span&gt; that we are just stubborn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I engaged a conversation with my teacher just now regarding jobs.He said i can try flying.I'm just not really into that kind of job.Till now,i dont know what to do after i'm done with school.Maybe what Ridhwan said was true.&lt;em&gt;I just work part-time for now,enjoy first&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;then start&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;a proper job once i'm ready.&lt;/em&gt;My dad wants me to join the Police Force.But i dont want to undergo the 6 months physical training!I thought of joining the Hotel industry and become a Guest Relations Officer in a prestigious hotel,not those cheapo hotels.So many things to think of.I'm just afraid that after school,things will go out of place.And i have to start planning.Some of my peeps have already applied for jobs.I also thought of trying for the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anugerah Skrin&lt;/span&gt;.But its like you must be commited and you have to go for the camps and the meetings.I even went to the web and read the rules and regulations!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah..semangat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once you skipped them,you'll be disqualified.I want to try acting uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes.And you can't have everything you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crashin away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113997243489794992?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113997243489794992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113997243489794992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113997243489794992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113997243489794992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-we-collide.html' title='When we collide..'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113963764257018351</id><published>2006-02-11T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:08:53.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents always want us to understand them.But do they understand how we feel?do we always have to hear them say?and do things in their way?trying to fit in just to make them happy but the truth is we are not?They always want it their way. It always happen to me.But now it seems that i dont care.I always rebel.I'm not rying to be rude but i cant stand it.Like what Malays say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Masok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;telinge kanan keluar telinge kiri!"&lt;/span&gt; Thats what i have been doing.Whenever they nag, i will just shut up,bang the door or just,"...ah,ah ok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is Dan's birthday&lt;/span&gt;!We went to liquid kitchen and booze last night!Sha's mum bought a cake for him and we celebrate it there.We went cruising to haunted and scary places after that cos Sha's got the car you see.It was so scary and i kept myself quiet during that "haunting trip".And to Ash,thanks for the service you provided at Liquid Kitchen and the discounts!! Before that i met Rid and decided to watch Fun with Dick and Jane and had dinner at Banquet.Surprsingly that was his first movie after we kinda broke-up!To Aishah,thanks for the ride and fetching me up.I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project will be due on Monday.I am so done with it!Hoo-rayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*he's no you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's gonna kill the cake.He looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two close brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bdae Dan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotties outside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing their thang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113963764257018351?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113930134957338631</id><published>2006-02-07T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:40:16.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok what?there will be no graduation night??how great!its like most of the students are not going and they have to cancel the event!Thanks to those who are not going!&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cool shit,rite?&lt;/span&gt;yeah,im being sarcastic here&lt;/span&gt;.And the Sentosa trip for our marketing project is also cancelled.My teacher said the school cant afford it.Another cool shit!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kesian ah eh skola kite..tsk3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;But the good thing is that my teacher planned to organise something just for our class..Like roadtrip or chalet or whatever.Like as if the whole is going to be there!Its not easy to get everyone in ISo to attend,you see.&lt;strong&gt;Cos they will give whatever reasons to back off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish some people wouldnt be so irritating.Maybe they dont realise how irritating they are to us.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know,like irritate people with their smses and their Paranoids!And yeah,even talking with their irritating facial expressions!eeww..!!Ok,i'm being a bitch here.But thats how i really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today's Mum's birthday!Happy birthday Mama..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I have been going out with guys now.What i mean is like i always end up being the only girl among them!But its fun though cos you get to see the other side of the opposite sex!There will be many things to talk about and share.You can never know how guys feel and think.And how some guys think that girls are bitches.Not all guys will disturb girls they see on the streets!some will say eee,fuck these irritating bitches especially those in a group and talking loudly and laughing like hyenas.You know like all these things.Its like they hate the sight of girls.And i realised that i'm becoming slightly more boisterous.Maybe too much of mixing with them.But you'll get bullied easily.haha!but its ok.What goes around comes around,dudes.Well you can get bullied and get treated like a princess at a time.Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;*distracting you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113930134957338631?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113816149070468354</id><published>2006-01-25T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:00:22.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see it all so clearly.</title><content type='html'>I sucked at my PFT yesterday.I failed my shuttle run,my standing broad jump(which i could do back in sec sch!),and 2.4km run!Actually i can make it for the 2.4km run but i stopped a lot of times and decided to walk with Icha.Did some crap talking and comment bout those who were running.Especially those running with their "cramped faces","blindpeople"..hahah.well,apparently one of my girlfriends was running and she didnt even look at us or smile(infact we called her!).Too much of focus huh,M??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning everyone in my gang(including me) was like complaining about the aches they're having.It was kinda funny especially when we are going down the stairs&lt;em&gt;."seme da mcm orang tua!"LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally cant wait for the coming CNY hols.I need a break man!It has been so tiring and stressful for me.PROJECTS!!Gotta finish and complete 'em before school reopens.DAMN.I think i should complete it before the hols so that i can enjoyyyy and go yippee after that!Oh yeah speaking of hols,it seems like i have got a couple of plans lined up-M.O.S cum Pyjamas Party,Froggy's chalet,&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KL-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ikan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bakar-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;@ Bedok Corner,Reunion with my loved ones,Going Sentosa!Ok,seriously i cant confirm anything yet..If KL is my first/final choice,then i can forget about all those plans mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. i am ok with Mom now.I just hope that i will get the money soon.Mom,my money is depleting!!So,pls &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezan commented that the way i talked to Mom was kinda rude and rough.But thats how i talk.Maybe i should change.Dont you think so?I cant wait for the treat from Ezan.*evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who dont appreciate people ought not to live in this world.Fuck ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what,of all people, I miss Elfi!LOL.Yeah i miss that motherfucker.Miss hanging out with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how love can blind you.Totally blind you.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont understand why you always have to call me during the wee hours.Oh its like when you're about to sleep then you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont know if i am giving you the cold shoulder.I am not hating you though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wait outside your window*&lt;div 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Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113774687550188883</id><published>2006-01-20T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:53:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You brush my shoulders off real fast..</title><content type='html'>Ok,Rid says I am sombong now!I never even call him,reply his messages or even say hi to him when i see him!He complained that i didnt make any effort to call him.And he kept telling me that it has always been HIM making the effort.I just dont know what to do lah ok.But we had a long conversation on Wed.Thanks to you,who managed to kill boredom during that 3 hour-long typing lesson..And thanks to you too that i had to stand outside the corridor and withstand the heat till my cheeks went red.But it was worth the talk.=) He asked me out for a coffee but gotta wait till he's got the money.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You &lt;em&gt;Still want to meet me is it??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone is broke now.Mainly Rid,Ezan,Siti..And me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still worried sick over my Aunty and Uncle at Mecca.Hopefully my aunt recovers soon.*Prays*&lt;br /&gt;All of us are worried.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And you are not forgotten ok,Mamayong and Ayahyong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It seems that the boys population in Bishan is growing..I'm sure the girls in Bishan will feel good.Well at least we dont have to look at girls or sick bitches most of the time!We need a break!Don't you think so??!!And yeah,more bikes are filling up the parking spaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Men can get lost for now..Cos we've got hot,fresh boys(from the oven!)..Ooh la la!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if my girls are gonna get 'em or lay their eyes on 'em..But well,they prefer Men to boys!Oh talk to my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*till i get my satisfaction*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113774687550188883?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113774687550188883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113774687550188883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113774687550188883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113774687550188883'/><link 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love to chill at Liquid Kitchen!Its a nice place and i totally love the ambience.Its like a pub actually and i suppose they serve good finger foods.Lychee Martini is still the best..=) Maybe i should bring my friends there and i'm still thinking whether i should celebrate my birthday at Liquid Kitchen though it's a still a long way to go.Next stop we might be going to Muddy Murphy's.Its best to go on a Friday.Cos there's live band playing.I miss watching live band.Wala-wala is also a great place to go catch live bands playing.Actually i kind of prefer to just sit down,chill at pubs than to club.There's a great difference you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to read someone's post about her recent break-up.I strongly agree about what she said.It takes time to heal and its not like your world will collapse when he leaves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm building and growing now.I have always hoped that every day will be a better day.I still have him inside my heart.And i will never forget him.Sometimes i wana call him but i just couldnt.At times, i wanna answer his calls..But the other day when he asked me whether i wana move on, i was like...kinda speechless.Somehow i felt he doesnt want me to move on.I know he still loves me very much.He have always told me that no matter what he still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i think i'm a sleeping beauty..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wrongfully written words*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113747970337900723?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113747970337900723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113747970337900723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nowadays.Really.I'm sick of all these.And i dont know that guys DO gossip.Oh my.They would do conference call and talk behind people's back.Like shit right?And guys got NO BALLS!eew.&lt;em&gt;Ego nak besar,tapi takde bodek..musibat!Why cant you tell me in the first place that you cant accept the fact and dont like me befriending Ezan???&lt;/em&gt;They wont tell the truth either.I'm not talking about all guys here.It so happens to be SOME of the people around me.And if you dont know anything about me,dont talk behind my back or say bad things about me ok.I'm not gonna side anyone.I'm just gonna stay neutral.Just wait till the right time comes,i will pour evrything out.Wait ok.I'm really mad.And i somehow think this shit can affect my friendship with zan.I feel that leaving evrything behind will be the best.It's always something in the way!And i gotta say that,&lt;strong&gt;each individual has the right to do anything he/she wants.Moreover if its,personal life/things!It's up to them to decide,fuckers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sparkling wine*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113706940874257631?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113706940874257631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113706940874257631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113706940874257631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113706940874257631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-give-your-heart-to-anyone.html' title='Dont give your heart to anyone.'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113706821397422032</id><published>2006-01-12T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T04:16:53.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flavours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01204.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak kecik paling mentel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01202.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..ni mcm ok.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01209.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Stuff of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/senoneng/DSC01126.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113706821397422032?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113706821397422032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113706821397422032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113706821397422032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113706821397422032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/flavours.html' title='the flavours..'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113694787182315452</id><published>2006-01-11T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:56:57.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts to say,but i want you to stay..</title><content type='html'>My left hand is aching.I carried my niece most of the time yesterday.And i switched turns to carry my nephew after that.I love em to bits!They can make your day!I feel so happy whenever i'm surrounded by them.I had a good reunion with my cousins and my big family yesterday.The food was great.Best part,i still get money.Ok,i have not been working lately.I kind of hate it. Its like i needed money and they dont need me to work.I understand that there's already enough people working.I am going to find a new job soon.I might be working at ADIDAS.Maybe Wan is recommending or maybe Kak Nora's sister. Hopefully i can get the job soon.I cant survive like this!It's like i only work 2 to 3 times for this month.I think i have got lotsa of appointments with my peeps this month.So much of catching up to do.I cant wait to meet Farah!Yeah..We must meet.&lt;em&gt;Kepade sesiape yg nak jmpe aku,kenelah book in advance dulu eh..!!haha.&lt;/em&gt;BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised,i gotta start saving up my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everything is getting more and more complicated.You should have just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*someday,someday*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113694787182315452?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113694787182315452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113694787182315452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113694787182315452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113694787182315452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-hurts-to-saybut-i-want-you-to-stay.html' title='It hurts to say,but i want you to stay..'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113678512207467719</id><published>2006-01-09T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:40:35.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlin' your head's not right..</title><content type='html'>I am trying very hard to control my temper. I can get hot-tempered easily nowadays.Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walking out that door*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113678512207467719?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113678512207467719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113678512207467719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113678512207467719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113678512207467719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/darlin-your-heads-not-right.html' title='Darlin&apos; your head&apos;s not right..'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113636008406475576</id><published>2006-01-04T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:47:54.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my dreams you take..</title><content type='html'>Somehow i think being very petty can destroy things the way they are.Quarrelling over small matters wont bring any good.Instead it will make things worst.Any why are guys nowadays very,very emotional?I know we all got feelings.H-U-M-A-N-S! I am seriously sick of quarrelling.Thanks to all these,i really choose not to be close with him anymore.It has got nothing to do with a third party.And whatever happens between me and Man,has got nothing to do with Ezan.I'm sure Ezan's not guilty cos he is not wrong.And i'm not fucking siding anyone here.I really dont want each one of us to destroy this triangle-friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to have my latenights again.I need to do something to my eyebags.It's getting worst ok.Maybe i should try that Bodyshop eye thingy that M recommended.I dont know how good it is.Cos she said &lt;em&gt;bagos siak..!It's really good.&lt;/em&gt;My sleeping time sucks already!And i am always in a hurry to get ready for school in the morning.Its like i take my own sweet time.Look into the mirror like there's no tommorrow.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hegeh2!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left with 3 months to go.And yes,soon we're gonna graduate(hopefully!). Hearing some of my closed ones going to poly made me realised how they took education seriously.I will wish them the best of luck.*salutes* I have never been serious in my studies.I can make it but its just that i am too lazy.I hate studying.How i wish studying could be like partying or shopping!&lt;em&gt;But where got such things??!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see Rid the other day. I had to give in and pass him the containers.I'm left with no choice.I &lt;em&gt;threw &lt;/em&gt;my ego away and called him to pass him. Though i feel abit weird when i was with him for the first few minutes,we managed to sit down and talk for hours.I dont know if he still sees me as the same girl he used to know back then.I remembered his words..&lt;em&gt;Be that nice girl i used to know ok Adilah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nothing's gonna change*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113636008406475576?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113636008406475576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113636008406475576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113636008406475576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113636008406475576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-my-dreams-you-take.html' title='It&apos;s my dreams you take..'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113620879550716159</id><published>2006-01-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T05:36:23.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something to provide..</title><content type='html'>Happy new year to all!I had a great time celebrating it @ DXO!Thanks to all of my friends who were there!It was really fun.I saw lotsa people i know on that day and in DXO.But it was sucky after the party.It was raining and there were no cabs.I had to wait for the first train and reached home around 8!You guys can ask my friends how i was like by then.I was talking crap and my eyes were heavy.My body was aching.Especially my feet!But overall it was fun,fun,fun.PURE FUN!Fireworks was so cool.It was right infront of DXO!My oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i cant be with all of my peeps,i dont forget about them ok..=) See,i am nice ya know.I cant message my peeps to wish em cos the network was so busy. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,i got a new blog.New URL.I felt that i love my URL.My martini kiss!I dont know why.Please dont bother to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the new year was shitty for me.I am having a big fight with my close friend.Dammit.Whatever.Things are getting out of hand.Poor Zan,who got into all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,tmr school starts.I missed my friends.As usual.Lucky thing we end pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whatelse to blog.My mind is blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*from under the cork tree*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113620879550716159?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113620879550716159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113620879550716159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113620879550716159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113620879550716159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-something-to-provide.html' title='There&apos;s something to provide..'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20328492.post-113593914973996770</id><published>2005-12-30T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:39:09.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>Ah Dee!! Haha! Here i am blogging at your site. Heeee....  Ok, I dont really know if you like this layout. I wanted to get you a green and white layout but i couldnt find a nice one. So, i decided to go retro because of your theme, retrorush.  Haha! So, i got a green and white and retro layout. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you dont like it, i can always change it for you,ya know.. provided im free la... Im always free anyway.. Haha! And i break into your old bloggie account!! Hope youre not mad coz i wanted to get the tag-board codes... I didnt place the pics here coz i tot mayb you might want to change the pics.. And one more thing,  i think you should do away with the likes and hates section. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats about it. A lame surprise it is... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fairy-God-Hot Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20328492-113593914973996770?l=mymartinikiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113593914973996770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20328492&amp;postID=113593914973996770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113593914973996770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20328492/posts/default/113593914973996770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymartinikiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Hot Stuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11369957034652184435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
