<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858</id><updated>2011-12-18T10:34:20.526-08:00</updated><category term='My Wave Of Life'/><category term='The best cure - Friendship'/><category term='Was Wondering~'/><category term='Crap~'/><category term='Another Great Day'/><category term='The Story of a Hero -  ME'/><title type='text'>Tina Ling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8091061824234966255</id><published>2011-02-05T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:28:47.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>holla readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year to those who are celebrating *cleaning dusts here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my updates&lt;br /&gt;1. I joined the debate team after seniors keep pushing me to join, lecturer encouraging, sister recommended, and my ownself who wanted to join so badly in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. became the golden Hornbill drumline first president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Im going to tutor my tutees the account subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats in my mind, whats in my mind, whats in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stranger stabs me infront,&lt;br /&gt;a friend stabs me in the back,&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend stabs me in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;but with bestfriends we only poke each other with straws or pinky =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. im single&lt;br /&gt;ps. not available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina ling is so gorgeous dot com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8091061824234966255?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8091061824234966255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chines-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8091061824234966255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8091061824234966255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chines-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1571292362592423525</id><published>2011-01-07T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T03:22:20.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Better Days</title><content type='html'>It has been the 7th day in the new year of 2011. &lt;div&gt;happy new year to dear readers, and happy birthday to all those mr and miss January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in dean's list and i spent my holidays wisely, going to brunei, having fun and my days just gets better and better each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Allah. As always you are the reason im still alive&lt;br /&gt;i managed to stay survive on the first week of the beginning sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang for hours in kbox with momo and azim and chilling in the bing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559402349616049986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TSb2-2RWL0I/AAAAAAAABHk/7m_MVWChg6s/s400/bing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite place in kuching and currently having my favourite dish.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559402349924655922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TSb2-3a7IzI/AAAAAAAABHs/6-9d6f7-yr8/s400/brownies" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something so mouthwatering with the price as low as rm 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : i'll update my tumblr. soon. =)) xoxo&lt;br /&gt;i got tons of cost accounting homeworks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1571292362592423525?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1571292362592423525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1571292362592423525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1571292362592423525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-days.html' title='Better Days'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TSb2-2RWL0I/AAAAAAAABHk/7m_MVWChg6s/s72-c/bing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-105406839709364120</id><published>2010-10-26T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:53:38.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>First paper</title><content type='html'>Yeah, final is at its starting point and today was the arrival of the first paper. It was the Fundamentals of Islam. How I thought it was going to be a tough one but Al-hamdulillah I think I did it quite well. Carry marks was quite a dissapointment for me, it was only 26.6 over 50 and yeah, I lost almost half of the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows will I get an A or a B for my Islamic subject paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had tiny bits of the insomnia symptoms for these days.&lt;br /&gt;My body had been aching for the past few hours and it still does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so excited with exams and cant wait to finish it a.s.a.p and proceed with semester break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and BTW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've updated my new wishlist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Dean's list&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607640877144338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfFVhwYGRI/AAAAAAAABGo/5Z9O5SdYKx4/s400/deans+list.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. or atleast a 3 pointer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. New plug in guitar or bass guitar (either one as long its accoustic plug in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607649608063762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfFWCR_WxI/AAAAAAAABGw/CPsPWLtGsrM/s400/accoustic+bass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel around within this upcoming sem break *backpacking*&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607654211178658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfFWTbdUKI/AAAAAAAABG4/1mQvPK1KywM/s400/travel+around+the+world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Be a good girl to my both my parents&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607661965128610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfFWwUJM6I/AAAAAAAABHA/1VJtEQGPxKw/s400/good+girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be a good servant to Allah S.W.T&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607663437647778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfFW1zOD6I/AAAAAAAABHI/BjGk6UyOnkw/s400/allah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Chill with the hottest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfQuzIxOFI/AAAAAAAABHY/CM6Y3A7AKPU/s1600/Us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532620169667491922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfQuzIxOFI/AAAAAAAABHY/CM6Y3A7AKPU/s400/Us.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 8. Be happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532620167331201314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfQuqbwQSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/QVBUYkwyDes/s400/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s : im Me.. I'm Tina Ling A Ling A Ling. You wont see the other me anywhere accept for this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-105406839709364120?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/105406839709364120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/105406839709364120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/105406839709364120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-paper.html' title='First paper'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMfFVhwYGRI/AAAAAAAABGo/5Z9O5SdYKx4/s72-c/deans+list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3737665774586217808</id><published>2010-10-24T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:48:57.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>Ubat please</title><content type='html'>Ubat paling baik for anxiety and stress is actually talking about yourself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear love friend.&lt;br /&gt;I missed Darren Wee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3737665774586217808?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3737665774586217808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/ubat-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3737665774586217808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3737665774586217808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/ubat-please.html' title='Ubat please'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6609836813567075425</id><published>2010-10-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:51:05.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Today~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I woke up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. I drank 2 big bottles of h20 cause i love em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. I argued with my twin because I hate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. he used my profile pic as his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5. kester was not in the mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. people rushing to submit ther activity card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. i spammed his wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8. I dance macarina dance moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. I request help from him because my internet line was too slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;10. Im bloggin at really early morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. I hate Tina Abdul~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. It rained heavily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;13. Im still not talking to him~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. I missed my cat.. Really do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;15. I want My guitar back. give it back please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. My ukulele sounds cuter than yours. that is if you have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530928959227843346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMHOlZSyUxI/AAAAAAAABFw/0R_mjA69QXw/s400/hate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p.s This is only for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6609836813567075425?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6609836813567075425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6609836813567075425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6609836813567075425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='Today~'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMHOlZSyUxI/AAAAAAAABFw/0R_mjA69QXw/s72-c/hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-234659396351383981</id><published>2010-10-21T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:40:56.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>I Got an A</title><content type='html'>Yes. A for English Essay. Contribution from my sir Leron. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530581596850062882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMCSqPmPhiI/AAAAAAAABFg/NPmnQMzgKlY/s400/essay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres a clearer view!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530586380103549970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMCXAqmvhBI/AAAAAAAABFo/MP-Yq7vt340/s400/Yay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im exagerating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im Happy&lt;/span&gt; ~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-234659396351383981?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/234659396351383981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-a.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/234659396351383981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/234659396351383981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-a.html' title='I Got an A'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMCSqPmPhiI/AAAAAAAABFg/NPmnQMzgKlY/s72-c/essay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3730132581332706372</id><published>2010-10-21T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:16:45.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>I love being me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my best friend had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shocking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; news when he knew that he failed his account test 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was shocked to. But lets accept the fact. You've &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;, why not try again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;worry not when you faced failure. You know what people say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;failure is the mother of success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530578779986514370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMCQGR9o0cI/AAAAAAAABFY/bjOYyw2uffE/s400/Failure_is_the_mother_of_success.JPG" /&gt;So be prepared for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just pack on some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;support from me&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;prayer towards Allah S.W.T &lt;/span&gt;= InsyaAllah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =))&lt;br /&gt;tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569835454815970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMCH9o_GXuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/w2wDf0cKAqo/s400/_Cotton_Candy_Dreams__by_littlemisslove.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams are made on cotton candy, sweet yet fragile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569829649718914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMCH9TXDnoI/AAAAAAAABFI/KPmT1RHvKIQ/s400/hater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you got a hater means you are damn AWESOME that people wanna be YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s : this is for you N. Cheer up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3730132581332706372?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3730132581332706372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-being-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3730132581332706372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3730132581332706372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-being-me.html' title='I love being me~'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMCQGR9o0cI/AAAAAAAABFY/bjOYyw2uffE/s72-c/Failure_is_the_mother_of_success.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7527010271570844581</id><published>2010-10-19T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:21:07.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Dinner~</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dinner~&lt;br /&gt;Especially with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =))&lt;br /&gt;D0nt u just love&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530518173590647570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMBY-hi2cxI/AAAAAAAABFA/KmDIy72vTvY/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530518170132479570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMBY-UqW_lI/AAAAAAAABE4/8QIcJB-oYRg/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jnq84o3EmjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jnq84o3EmjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks ~ tune again tomorrow or day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;final's coming real soon &gt;=0&lt;br /&gt;I need white coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be starving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;standing in the broad day light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just waitin on the comin of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;24 hours diner almost closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All i need is a cup of joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because she's so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~state radio - the diner song&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/2680652267259008858-7527010271570844581?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7527010271570844581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7527010271570844581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7527010271570844581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/dinner.html' title='Dinner~'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TMBY-hi2cxI/AAAAAAAABFA/KmDIy72vTvY/s72-c/IMG_0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5711780564433984294</id><published>2010-10-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:04:22.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>The performance day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today is going to be a big day for me. This might be just a normal day for some dude. But for me, the golden horn bill is performing for the closing ceremony of our KK activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; life felt like it had been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; wonderfully. I've known several people who had given me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530180829286364626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TL8mKgFJ9dI/AAAAAAAABEI/dXhSCrgqDYg/s400/Kester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of them is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. A very caring and funny guy. I've known him for the past several years but only now I started to get to know him. I must say that he is a very amusing guy. With a lot of spontaneous jokes =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530180836267495522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TL8mK6FlkGI/AAAAAAAABEQ/f2Vxd3eISvc/s400/Julian.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is another coach. He is more silent compared to Kester. My first impression towards him was that he is a very serious and unfriendly dude. It turned out I'm wrong. he was as well same headed with kester, only he seems to be the victim in most of their jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530200496100922258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TL84DQrI05I/AAAAAAAABEo/gAhcIr-pDA0/s400/andwan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is Andwan~ I like this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met another dude. He named himself &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andwan Abdul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I addressed him as AA.. He is a guy filled with laughter and happiness. At first he was just some guy from brass band...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I know myself well that I could not just stand and stare when I know a person need my help, so that's when I allowed myself to be friend with this AA.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It started when he hurt his finger and I kindly wrapped it up for him..&lt;br /&gt;He then uploaded it up in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and tagged me up.. Surprisingly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, we get close like really intimate friend. And within these moment he confessed that he noticed me as the gym girl, the twin of momo and i don't know somehow he made me recalled those days when he talked to me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530200490650663218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TL84C8XseTI/AAAAAAAABEY/tI0tMrLe65A/s400/andwan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andwan Abdul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the boy that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to laugh and smile all the time. This dude can amazingly make me smile just by looking at him. I have no idea if it's his &lt;em&gt;funny look&lt;/em&gt; or his &lt;em&gt;annoying attitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And like I said, today was the day we performed for the closing ceremony of our curriculum. Andwan was so nervous and that was the first time I saw him without smile and his face showed worried-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530200495216202962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TL84DNYNFNI/AAAAAAAABEg/zRbcKLGMz0M/s400/andwann.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Having him in such mode made me feel uneasy, I tried to cheer him up with my intermediate DIY video of him with the opposite caption of his saying. I'm not sure if it did made him feel better or not but the result of our performance, he did great. He got the attention of most girls and he made me proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;most importantly, he did the best of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ4jKJ3VMSc"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was happy with myself. Not to say that I am satisfied with my performance but I enjoyed myself. I love the people. and I love what Im doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;overall, the day had been filled with lots of fun, happy moments and laughter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530205387076420130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TL88f8-kQiI/AAAAAAAABEw/I1oavva4r1Y/s400/IMG_0109.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving the days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~I hope for the day to never end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5711780564433984294?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5711780564433984294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/performance-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5711780564433984294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5711780564433984294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/performance-day.html' title='The performance day'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TL8mKgFJ9dI/AAAAAAAABEI/dXhSCrgqDYg/s72-c/Kester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6848618281466444115</id><published>2010-10-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:45:28.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful girls~ I mean BoyS</title><content type='html'>Beautiful boys. Have I ever mention I have an obsession towards boys.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the handsome ones? I would admit that eventhough I said I might be different compared to most typical girls, again I am a girl after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And girls like boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attention dear readers, I Like handsome boys. not beautiful boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been noticing this forawhile. Why do some girls go crazy over some extremely cute and girlish looking boys? MENGAPA? KENAPA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151338088083330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TK1H3lUDr4I/AAAAAAAABD4/Es5DaOo_aiU/s400/kim-bum-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151333996158626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TK1H3WEd3qI/AAAAAAAABDw/TEWuRVBtan4/s400/kim+bum2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think twice, seriously, will any girl consider them as life partner? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, these guys are too beautiful that some girls might get intimidated by their beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, they are just good to see but not to have... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being compared to none other than your significant other who is the opposite sex on beauty basis? whad up?&lt;br /&gt;Who will love and be with beautiful boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the fantasy, now its time for the ugly truth~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some times, some of you might think why is life or the world so unfair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugly guys can get pretty girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151328137819106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TK1H3APus-I/AAAAAAAABDo/n5yaff09Gqk/s400/hot_chicks_and_rich_guys_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap IF.. IF he has the essential materials. The 3 basic things (money, power, and intellect).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And girls? how ugly girls can hardly find anyone and ended up being together with ugly guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still they have choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful boys got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For beautiful girls, they'll go for more manly look in a guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151346960374674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TK1H4GXYG5I/AAAAAAAABEA/Smf_Dhu12V4/s400/leeminho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the perfect face profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a random thought. =) no hard feelings ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter who you are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful boys, ugly boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful girls, ugly girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not beauty and not ugly. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~have a nice day~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : im not beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im gorgeous =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a beautiful boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;with all your little toys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6848618281466444115?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6848618281466444115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-girls-i-mean-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6848618281466444115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6848618281466444115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-girls-i-mean-boys.html' title='Beautiful girls~ I mean BoyS'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TK1H3lUDr4I/AAAAAAAABD4/Es5DaOo_aiU/s72-c/kim-bum-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3816187979754268977</id><published>2010-09-20T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T06:42:53.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Story telling during English Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The raya hols had reached its end and then its the beginning of a new era. The era of coming back to the normal setting where students tend to get ready themselves for the upcoming within 4 weeks final exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and for todays post, its about random thoughts from various students in my class. Sir Leron which happened to be my youngest lecturer told us this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last time, my teacher wants to test the grammar of the fellow students in class. But we all know that if she test us one by one it will take some time. So, she ask us to do this. STORY TELLING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the whole process is about continue the sentence of a beginning intro, and when you read everything that has been spoken from the individuals, it turned out to be hillarious, funny and some times irrelevant thing. Well, its a story after all, it can always be FAKE.. Tee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We manage to do 2 essays to be exact. Sadly, i dint get to jot down the whole story. So here's the roughly story goes. *since sir Leron couldn't figure out the first person to begin with, he ended up starting the spark himself.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On one fine Sunday morning, I found out my bed was wet. I was shocked and I screamed! The boy neighbour heard me and he was naked. He was in the shower with someone. Then, I went to the shower with him. After that, I went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Luckily, it was all just a dream and I laughed. I was going crazy. Then it started raining but I feel so hot. i changed my cloth and watch scary movie then I dont know what to do. I picked up the phone to call my friend, my friend asked me to do something scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-The End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the 2nd essay, I was the one who jotted down the single details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again sir Leron started,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday, I went to a coffee shop. I saw a handsome guy. I went to talk to him. So I went to ask for his name. The boy dont want to talk to me. I smashed his head with a bottle. Then he's crying because of his girlfriend. Then he want to jump from bridge because there was no hope. He frust and he jumped. I saw him and I cry again and eat something and then he saw an alien, a very fat alien in the mirror. Suddenly ultraman come to the rescue. They fight in the mirror. And then I call 991. The police came with a car and rescue that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a review for the 2nd essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. how can you talk to the guy if he does not want to talk to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. smashing his head causes him to cry because of his girlfriend. Does this mean his girlfriend did the same thing till he recalled about his girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. and why is there a bridge in the coffee shop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  and when sir Leron mentioned the part A VERY FAT ALIEN was he referring to *cough cough*?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. and last but not least, the motives of the story can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Handsome guys cry alot because of their girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - ultraman is a useless rescuer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - in case of any emergency just call 991. they will clean up all the mess. dont ever act heroetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stomach was feeling a little bit wild with all the raya cookies and layered cakes. SATAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace dear readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3816187979754268977?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3816187979754268977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-telling-during-english-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3816187979754268977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3816187979754268977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-telling-during-english-class.html' title='Story telling during English Class'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-4560209762744559151</id><published>2010-09-14T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:16:03.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya 2010</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all dear readers, Selamat Hari Raya to all and maaf zahir batin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really into the 'raya' preparations this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money flying everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny, everyone else seems to be enjoying it but i am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started before the hols, i had this really serious stomach pain. Been skipping several classes due to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, tests and quizzes were done during the time and all I wanted that time was to stay with my mates in campus and I really really really wish not to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Responsibilities comes first before desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it is a must to come back home for Raya. And so I, with the heaviest footsteps, go on for the journey. And while I was at it, my stomach still gave me those unpleasant feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throwing up several times, having the symptoms of diarrhea, I know my fast was void. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, I was having my red flag moments with the unwanted disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I myself wondered why is my heart not celebrating this festive season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tik tok tik tok*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even after several days, the only thing that gets better was my physical condition. Thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my head's in a different place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not thinking about the festivities, not at all. And how I wish the holidays would pass on faster and I can moved back to campus and go through exams sooner then ahead with my semester break vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;Seriously, my heart's not really in raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;It's time to put on a face and fake a smile =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;Selamat hari raya aidilfitri everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;maaf zahir and batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;apakah suratan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;aidilfitri satu titik akhir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sekian lama bercinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;kau tiada di hari mulia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~pulanglah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;aisyah~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-4560209762744559151?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4560209762744559151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4560209762744559151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4560209762744559151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-2010.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya 2010'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7836554969166723591</id><published>2010-08-24T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:30:28.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im officially 19 on the last 21 August that fell on Saturday this year. I was so packed with homeworks, assignments, tests, quizzes and exams. Its the fasting month dear readers. Ramadhan which we know generally is a sacred month where people are fasting from dawn till evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, to me a birthday is just another normal day exce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pt that on this day for the last 19 years ago, I got separated from the woman I love. I cant recall the day it happened as I know I was too young to memorize the incident. But all Im able to do is imagining the 21st of August 1991.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On that day, I imagine myself crying loudly and non stop-ly after the so called doctor separate me from my mom. I was obviously covered with bloods and I know i was tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I would say my birthday celebration was quite surprising. I went for a movie, buka puasa at a Macau Restaurant and I have the surprising birthday cake accompanied with the happy birthday song theme in the restaurant. I almost got myself choke when Fatt delivered the cake to me. Tee hee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now this is something funny I noticed about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. There was this time when Im free and i was trying to get all my friends attention in fb to keep update about me. Somehow I got a really minuscule or non feedback from so call friends list. Amazingly, since I was so packed with my stuffs in campus and i barely get some sleep due to them I was too fatigued that I couldnt care so much about FB anymore. My life went on as if I was nothing to the world. I was being invincible. and people just walk pass through me and thats it. Some how, Today, or now, the time when I have some time to relax a little bit and a little free time, I explored my facebook and found out i have at least more than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;140&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday wishes in my facebook profile. WHOAH!!! ok I was shocked. Seriously Im just joking I was more surprised and at first I was so happy receiving tons of wishes for my INTO THIS WORLD DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/THPhpp17_rI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Z3nUGFGp6sM/s400/FB1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508994874927218354" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/THPjqWoURwI/AAAAAAAABDY/osGSIbRZtgc/s400/FB1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508997085972940546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some how, it turned out to be so tiring to reply to every single of them saying thanks and showing my appreciation by wishing them GBU aswell. its really funny when people in campus dint wish me but they did it in fb. hrmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok... so I was still happy that old friends wished me for being 1 year older. ok I dont mind growing up..theres nothing wrong with grown up. and whats wrong with my age? Whats the problem with being 19? age is a just a figure a number. thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thanks to God im still alive and being blessed all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thanks to mummy for giving birth to me and dint give up while im kicking ur tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and thanks to all the friends thank wish me, I wished you the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and dear readers. thanks for keeping update with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would gladly get some rest now. Im insanely tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and among of all.. I myself would be the last person that wished myself a happy belated birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a nice day tina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;u too readers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;happy fasting to the muslims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-7836554969166723591?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7836554969166723591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7836554969166723591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7836554969166723591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Belated birthday to me'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/THPhpp17_rI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Z3nUGFGp6sM/s72-c/FB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7201530379755245687</id><published>2010-08-14T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T05:19:35.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>I want to kick your ass badly bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TGaJlBW-3mI/AAAAAAAABDI/-6uicQkmIXY/s1600/this+is+sparta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TGaJlBW-3mI/AAAAAAAABDI/-6uicQkmIXY/s400/this+is+sparta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505238863620005474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch butch bugger off. =) yay.. since you like toilet so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-7201530379755245687?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7201530379755245687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-to-kick-your-ass-badly-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7201530379755245687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7201530379755245687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-to-kick-your-ass-badly-bitch.html' title='I want to kick your ass badly bitch!'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TGaJlBW-3mI/AAAAAAAABDI/-6uicQkmIXY/s72-c/this+is+sparta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-4930377903763318004</id><published>2010-08-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T05:51:01.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=) yay!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFqzre8fVoI/AAAAAAAABDA/_aRDxa04GfI/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFqzre8fVoI/AAAAAAAABDA/_aRDxa04GfI/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501907454409004674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love laughing. I love the sound of laughter. I love when people make me laugh. I like to make people laugh. When people laugh, it shows that they are happy. When I laugh, it shows that I am happy. When I laugh, I forget all my worries, my problems, my heartaches. I  laugh till I cry, till my tummy cramps and till I am out of breath. I think some people find my laughter annoying and strange, but I don't really care because that's my laughter but someone told me that he thinks my laughter is cute. Hahah, thats funny. That person makes me laugh too. That is hot much I love to laugh and this is why I love to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;p.s : lets laugh away our troubles together. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;I just want to  be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;~ Leona Lewis~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-4930377903763318004?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4930377903763318004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4930377903763318004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4930377903763318004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/yay.html' title='=) yay!!!!!'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFqzre8fVoI/AAAAAAAABDA/_aRDxa04GfI/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6468501758582586317</id><published>2010-08-05T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:48:13.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>shittest day =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, was the happiest day of my life. The post that I, in the first place wanted to post to my blog today. But , my wish wasn't fulfilled. Obviously, if it was fulfilled, the title would have been it but it wasnt it. The title says it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;The agenda that happened today was from &lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;not so good to worst.&lt;/span&gt; Lets see what I went through today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I planned to wake up early today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I planned to go to the post office and buy the ptptn stamps for my ptptn business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I planned to go to the bank to redeem a new card as I forgotten my atm's password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I planned to finish my business math homework in the library within 11:00am till 1:50pm ( 2 hours and 50 mins).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I planned to finish my english homework as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I planned to meet up with Effy to discuss our assignment for CTU subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I planned to compose a new song with my new found melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but not least I planned to go to the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;So far that I can remember, these are all, the only plans that I had planned for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;We planned, God decide. Have you ever read/heard this phrase somewhere? Well, I had. And this is what happened to me today. Everything that I planned went to the wrong place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I ended up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up late and still managed to procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I changed my plan on going to the post office because the post office was packed with something called human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dint go to the bank eventhough I was infront of the place. I just can't bear waiting hours and hours just to get a new atm card. I guess that can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I ended up using the time to bank and post office to eat breakfast with fatt. -.-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did not even finish 1 math question because I was distracted and I did not know how to do the tricky question and now I wondered why cant I start with a simple one if the one I tried was too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I copied my english subject task instead of doing it myself. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I argued with Mr Minit with really harsh word saying he doesnt have a dick all because he said I was UGLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;(why do he have to be harsh from the start when Im being nice? F. you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Effy promised to meet up in the library right after noon class, but she wasnt there and I cant do my assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;And after all that happened, I did not have the mood to sing song or strum the uke/guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0084d1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to the gym? I forgot that I am having my period. Say goodbye to Mr G for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt so &lt;span style="color:#c5000b;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shitty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right now, I'm all &lt;span style="color:#c5000b;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;moody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I felt exhausted and at the same time I'm really famished. The only food that able to go and steal my appetite away is the nasi ayam penyek. And unfortunately for me, fatt was too tired to send me there and I guess that just made my day more shitty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have I stated that I just know that people wasnt treating me like a girl. Mr V just said “ you're more like a guy” and mr P just love to step on my shoes. I dont know if I obviously dont have big boobs and ass or is it really me that behave like a guy?? seriously like a fucking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GEE YOU WHY&lt;/span&gt;!!! is that it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im sorry, that im not like any other girls who act so girly and pretty. Im sorry that Im boyish in my own way. Im sorry is my way of having fun is not playing with my hair, doing make up, shopping and gossip all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is that what these guys aspect me to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS MY ASS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;So what if I dont like to do make up? So what if I dont dress in tight shirts and jeans? So what if I dont talk in a soft – you – can – hear – nothing tone. And so what if I love to be myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont walk slowly, I dont like to gossip about guys or girls or she male he male, I dont do those GEDIKS stuff. And if you ask me, I can be the most gorgeous girl if I really want. I can put on my eyeliner and with just that natural face I can look way way pretty if compared to those plastics out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can wear my highest heels matched up with my above knee length skirt and just normal, my size shirt and walk elegantly without whining my foot getting blister and all stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you guys know that those gediks girl arent wearing heels? They arent acting ladylike? Do you think they have the talent like me who can do extreme sports like parkour and do you think they play multiple instruments like me and do you human with dick out there think most girls nowadays can cook?? DO YOU?? And yet you think you have the right to compared me with such typical girls. Oh please guys, I now know who my real friends are. Tell me, if its a sin to be pretty, and a sin to keep a low profile, what shall I do then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to these guys, you just added more shitts on my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shittiest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tunga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;"&gt;The library is the new place to cry, or quitely whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6468501758582586317?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6468501758582586317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/shittest-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6468501758582586317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6468501758582586317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/shittest-day.html' title='shittest day =)'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3346819708512039876</id><published>2010-08-03T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:57:44.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>It only just begun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gabriola, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It's been about a month since the new sem begins. New beginnings for some, new opportunities for others, while everyone rejoiced when meeting long lost friends and others are still trying to find their niche in the crowd, I sat on a hard surface, glancing around at some familiar and not so familiar faces, people walked around me and for most people I'm just an invincible girl having my laptop on my lap while the others? I don't know, perhaps a friend who loves to surf the net straight away after class. I smiled and greeted them whenever they see me. I was always that kinda person. Always the one who made the first move when meeting people, old and new, some people got closer with each other while some managed a distance from people they loathe. It is interesting to watch people interact with each other. Catching up they say... But what do they really catch up on?? With the technology being so advanced nowadays, it's harder to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; keep in contact with each other rather than the opposite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gabriola, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; Such impact people have on each other, how bonds are so strongly weaved in a course of 6 months... 6 months and best friends are created, couples are made and destroyed... Such wonders impact has made in our lives.. =l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gabriola, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; As Im writing this in the library, the air around me is freezing my skin to the core, I begun to wonder what kinda impact this blog is going to leave on others I know and others that know me. So I'm not gonna write (I'll try my very best) things that would offend people but rather things that offend me and my views on the days that has gone, the day that is still going on and also, the untold future that will be shaped by the daily events and actions that I go through with my friends, families and lecturers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gabriola, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt; So, you can rather say, this new semester is a new opportunity for me to become a better person (cliché, I know..) and I want to take my blog more seriously this time. Well not that serious of course but slightly serious if compared with my previous drive to blog back then when I was still in high school. Its funny how I love to blog and write funny and beyond imagination stories back then. Don't be fooled, I'm not a reader lover, the only book so far, that has caught my attention in life is only “A Series of Unfortunate Events” by &lt;a href="http://www.lemonysnicket.com/"&gt;Lemony Snicket&lt;/a&gt;. Its great how writer have their own flair in their writing – so much that if and avid reader reads the writer's pieces, even if it's a one liner, he or she knows that it's the work of a very familiar writer. I do want to leave that kinda impression on my readers. Though for now, what I'm doing to my blog is just an exercise to expance my writing skills as well as develop some kind of personality in my writing. =) tee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gabriola, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gabriola, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; Let's talk about impression and impact. A book can change lives and emotions I dare say. I may not read as much as you guys do, but I have seen what books can do to people. How powerful a book can be. How I can transform lives, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HUGE MONUMENTA&lt;/span&gt;L impact it makes on a person's life... I”m not interested in writing a book and judging my current state I may not be able to write a book yet ( due to time constrictions, laziness and lacking of resources as well as ideas) and I”m not hoping that my blog will change lives – at least not yet, but what I'm hoping is at least it can change &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; as a person and maybe, just maybe, in the process, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; =) This post is going to end here dear readers. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3346819708512039876?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3346819708512039876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-only-just-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3346819708512039876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3346819708512039876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-only-just-begun.html' title='It only just begun....'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6020673236568157124</id><published>2010-08-02T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:58:19.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>Smile In Heart Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess &lt;i&gt;MIA&lt;/i&gt; is not really a nice nick for mia. M.I.A - Missing In Action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what happened to mia. I shall from now on call you my dear friend, siha. Which almost similar to the word SIHAT =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this small belief in positivity and in whatever stuff that I am involved, I would prefer to be called, to call, to do, things my way and how I feel comfortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like to be called Tina instead of Firdaus or Laling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like to call people the way they like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like to bath at the very last minute cause I know I"ll take a loooong time if I bath early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are more things about me but again, todays' post is gonna be about a girl whose always Missing In Action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkUlCuM6I/AAAAAAAABCA/QguaN9nGr4o/s400/Bboy+Competition.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500975774560039842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          She is a thin girl, her complexion quite pale, I guess because she's sick. Her round eyes shined like lights and her laughter was hilariously contagious. Her voice was funny in a way and when she spoke, she often tangle her tongue and ended up being laughed by the hottest gang. Her hair is light black, long and a little bit wavy but she looked gorgeous with tudung. She had little bit of pimples on her face that she often get sensitive about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          We were close, yeah we were. But I would admit that we weren't that close like we used to but still we're close enough now. =) We would hang out right after school in the State Library. Having our lunch in the expensive and yet not so yummy cafeteria and do our homeworks. Then at 4.00 p.m., we would all go, me and her, and ash to the back of the library in order to release our tension, we dance our asses off. This was when she was still healthy. After the dance mode is off, we would all go to the side of the lake, somewhere around the little steps. Sitting on it, feeding the fishes and ducks who swum in a group. Sometimes we don't dance. We'll just sit in the newspapers section and sit on the sofa, enjoying the view while she talk about her probs and I talk about mine then again ash talk about his. Or sometimes, we just gossip and make jokes and laugh till our tummy hurt. There was this small thick sofa and there alongside with ash and mia, we would sit and not even have the slightest care about the world. During that time it will only be about us, and the people around us. This was how my daily routine was naturally formed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          It was my studies, dance, him and her and most importantly, we see each other everyday even though we're from different school and WE HAD FUN EVERY MOMENT WE'RE TOGETHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkVFI_HDI/AAAAAAAABCI/nEbIPfv1eeE/s400/bday.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500975783176248370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the food was not nice and its costly. Thank goodness that this is the only cafeteria in the library or it'll run out of business. BTW she gave me this pic and a card on my 17th birthday. Arigatou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkVfc7VbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/9dwMTCqyGSU/s400/homework.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500975790239208882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;She was a camwhore =) which make me love her. she took most of my older days pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkz5xAjXI/AAAAAAAABCw/tiX5MqTC5Ug/s1600/Smile!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkz5xAjXI/AAAAAAAABCw/tiX5MqTC5Ug/s400/Smile!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500976312698834290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;shes pretty and im cute, we were the perfect combo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkzk7o1QI/AAAAAAAABCo/o_45o4V1Fg8/s1600/tasik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkzk7o1QI/AAAAAAAABCo/o_45o4V1Fg8/s400/tasik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500976307106272514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we would always feed the ducks and fishes and talk about boys back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          Fast forward into the future, because of the distance and time (&lt;i&gt;she's in uitm samarahan and Im always either working or travelling around&lt;/i&gt;), we did not get in touch so often, but there was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and we will make a point of seeing each other when we had free time for each other. I recalled the day she came to sushi king boulevard to see me in work and I remembered she sent me off to my military training and waited so long outside the bus just to see me off to sematan but sadly she went off first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          The last time i spent time with her was the two weeks ago, on saturday, we watched sorcerers apprentice with our friends and she kept addressing herself as&lt;i&gt; mia&lt;/i&gt; instead of kamek nowadays.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; line-height: 18px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(82, 226, 255); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkV2myLwI/AAAAAAAABCg/l0qPLX9xxUA/s400/One+three+hill.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500975796454567682" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;we even have the friendship bracelet. ash, siha and yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(82, 226, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(82, 226, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(82, 226, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is such a great &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; color: rgb(82, 226, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;girl, she is. She had a great sense of humor, a very kind warm and kind heart, she is sweet and most i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; color: rgb(82, 226, 255); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mportantly, she was very, very dear friend of mine&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          She often get sick, which made me worried sometimes. But I guess worrying won't help. I wish I could do anything to help. But God is great, He is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdk0PEconI/AAAAAAAABC4/pur0nu0WBb8/s400/susrau.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500976318417511026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we would pray after finishing homework. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope He'll have mercy on such a sweet and kind and gentle siha. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll pray for you, get well soon dear friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MIA can you don't be mia. Try being siha instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you siha, even how physically our closeness is worn off still the relationship formed is freshly in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s : life is temporary. Love everyone who loves you, no matter who, what or where they are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and mummy, I love you too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkVqm9E5I/AAAAAAAABCY/67wlfCFnI6c/s400/Mia.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500975793234056082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my favorite picture of us =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6020673236568157124?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6020673236568157124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/smile-in-heart-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6020673236568157124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6020673236568157124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/08/smile-in-heart-always.html' title='Smile In Heart Always'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/TFdkUlCuM6I/AAAAAAAABCA/QguaN9nGr4o/s72-c/Bboy+Competition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7643758842446421954</id><published>2010-07-28T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:54:20.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Current status~</title><content type='html'>Its facts versus feelings &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, this drive of blogging, again just strike me surprisingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days I wasnt in the best mode of ME. It was more to the down chapter of me where most of the thing not everything, turned from good to not so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it goes, my sleeping disorder is back again. I sleep during the day and stay awake during the night and just in 1 second im off to dreamland. Its not really healthy for lacking of sleep or oversleep. Averagely someone, my age, or lets just say me. I should approximately sleep 5 hours per day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies are so far ok. But not my social life. yesterday I accidentally found a blog of a friend. Name will not be stated. And her blog was hilariously not to insult, but its hilariously pathetic. Why do I say so? Its like a Kindy's kids essay and the colour background for the blog is totally ugly fugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start to dislike the way she act. And as for now, im just reminding myself, please ignores a bitch's life and live my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's one of the pains in my ass.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd thing. Its odd how I for all these several years of idleness had learnt so many things in life and went through thousands of challenges suddenly got broke down by a simple boyfriend getting-off-my-nerve typical problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so cruel to a person who love me so much and i admit that Im being ungrateful. Sayang, Im sorry that i can express how i really feel towards you. There are things thats more than words. (I wish I could sing you the song now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quizzes and homeworks, hi! you guys are going to be my new close friends!! WTMW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s WTMY- welcome to my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just incase some of you peeps dont speak IM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-7643758842446421954?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7643758842446421954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/07/current-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7643758842446421954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7643758842446421954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/07/current-status.html' title='Current status~'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3199982677490747084</id><published>2010-06-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:32:22.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story of a Hero -  ME'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1 : The beginning</title><content type='html'>My last post before I went gone was before my training in the National Service Camp.&lt;br /&gt;So, my story for chapter one will begin on the day I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the 16th of June 2009, I woke up early (I'm not sure when, all that I can remember was early) I took bath and dressed up really simple, a red t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants as for my shoes, I'm wearing a pair of flip flop(of course im wearing A PAIR, im not an octopus). My luggage was as huge as the Everest Mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when I thought I was early, I wasn't. In fact, I was late. My early wasn't early anymore. Back then, I was still a very lazy, messy, always late and ignorance person. Friends has been calling me, saying they've reached the bus point and I was still in my room telling a white lie that I'm already on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost finding the bus point. Seriously, and i was half an hour late. =) tee hee. I thought the bus was gonna left me BUT it dint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a silly joke where in the first place I wanted to be selected for the NS training and now at the very end of the moment, after I met some gorgeous friends and i got my self a new boyfriend after the broke up I had several months, or year i dont know then only i felt that I DONT WANT TO GO TO ANY MILITARY TRAINING LIKE THOSE SOLDIER OUT THERE. I felt reluctant to leave my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the plot where I finally found the bus point. Fatt helped me carried my luggage, how strong *grinned*. From a far, I can see mia, hafiz, fai. We were talking and hugging and suddenly ash appeared! He was actually sending his friend I cant recall the friends name but the friend turned out to be in the same camp with me. I got dadih from ash, and a cute keychain from khai =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peeps waited for almost an hour i guess, for my bus to go off but sadly they went off before my bus take off. =( and that was the last time i seen them in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were crying, and talking and I was sitting alone. There's this male kinda old teacher who made fun of my name. *sigh* during the whole journey I felt asleep and i drooled all the way to my NS camp, in Sematan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was huge, and since it's huge, the hall is huge as well. We were given forms to fill in, and we were required to queue up for lunch. HAHA, its not odd to queue up for food isnt it? but the first time in SEMATAN camp, i felt so odd for having to queue up in a really long queue and the food was not that nice. (to be frank, the rice was as hard as the little stones on the ground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still managed to chew the foods up without having any bits of leftovers. Isnt that awesome??! And so, after the meal, I shall describe my feelings. I felt so lost and nervous and as if Im in a foreign country accept that if im in a foreign country I wont mind asking around the neighbourhood for informations and instructions but sadly and unfortunately, everyone there was foreigner in a foreign place and i felt so BLUR that I even spelled my name wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were giving me cold stare there, and I dont know how the people there get to talk to someone maybe new friends that they met while in the bus and I realized that i made a big mistake for having a nap that I did not have a chance to speak to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the whole members for Kumpulan 3 was really a long time. The flight from Semenanjung was delayed I guess and then I saw this one girl walking towards the hall with her luggage and it was the tag hanging around her neck. She has this nice square layered hair, her eyes was round and blurred, she was wearing a slightly cream with a picture of flowers and i cant help but noticing her pink sneakers. Her name is Nadrah Yasmine Yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at her, more like gazing as if i saw a big pack of marshmallow there. She was looking back at me, still my eyes were glued to her. She cant stop but having this (WTH is that girl with spec in red shirt looking at? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, she spoke to me in mendarin. I was like, is this chinese or malay girl? she looked totally like a malay but she speak fluent mendarin, Awesomely, we both are mixed chinese. =) so that was the story on my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the venue of the story, I met the heroin of my story, and i just havent tell the story. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3199982677490747084?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3199982677490747084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-1-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3199982677490747084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3199982677490747084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-1-beginning.html' title='Chapter 1 : The beginning'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5915161786353075388</id><published>2010-06-06T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:55:40.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Bangun</title><content type='html'>*stretch body*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has been idle for almost a year. Lots of things happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of bitters and sweets and sometimes unexplainable moment struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the people that have emerged in my life and then went on to continue their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter by chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I had been, What I did, Who I met, When it happened, and What's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now.. chao =) and have a great day dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : only an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5915161786353075388?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5915161786353075388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/06/bangun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5915161786353075388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5915161786353075388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/06/bangun.html' title='Bangun'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6522138164155882634</id><published>2010-05-20T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:40:02.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story of a Hero -  ME'/><title type='text'>Re appeared</title><content type='html'>Its been a year I left my blog unwritten.&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing for the past several months?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me leaving behind my beloved blog? dah berdebu dah *tiup debu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from the part I stopped blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around May 2009, at this moment, I was very close to my best friends, Mia &amp;amp; Ash. My daily do's was hanging out at her place and I met a fabulous guy named Fatt. I became close to fatt and from him I met several awesome guys and at the end, we turned out to be close friends. And with fatt, we became more than best friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this one month, we hang out together, had so much fun, did what teens are supposed to do. Got scolded by parents for going out till late, all busy applying for uni, and of course we chilled =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all smooth and happy moment for us, well not really us, them. not for me.&lt;br /&gt;They all got in into UiTM and I didnt'. As for Farah, Fai, and Azim they got in Uni somewhere in Semenanjung.&lt;br /&gt;They all werent chosen for national service and of all the people, I got picked.&lt;br /&gt;They were all busy filling the forms and I sat down on my bed reading my letter from the  national service department and looking at my bus ticket to Sematan camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally a different path for me, but not for them.&lt;br /&gt;Accepting my fate,&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th June 2009&lt;br /&gt;I left home,&lt;br /&gt;I left Garfield,&lt;br /&gt;I left Fatt,&lt;br /&gt;I left my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I left my guitar and uke,&lt;br /&gt;I left everything&lt;br /&gt;and all i brought was my cloths, some souvenirs from friend when they sent me off at the pick up point and a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad leaving all the ones and things that I love. I was scared, dont know what awaits me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when my whole adventure starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever awaits me, I'll just have to be prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6522138164155882634?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6522138164155882634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/05/re-appeared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6522138164155882634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6522138164155882634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2010/05/re-appeared.html' title='Re appeared'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5302595013653622628</id><published>2009-06-01T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:16:11.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Just another sad story of mine.</title><content type='html'>It was another sad night that i went through last night.&lt;br /&gt;It's just an issue about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; understanding each other.&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to feel tired staying happy in all these sad, pressuring, pathetic situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not going to be about my whining and complains.&lt;br /&gt;Its how im trying to handle my life.&lt;br /&gt;I slept well last night. You must know this one fact about me&lt;br /&gt;I sleep when&lt;br /&gt;1. im hungry&lt;br /&gt;2. im sad&lt;br /&gt;3. im having serious major critical headache&lt;br /&gt;4. whenever i wan&lt;br /&gt;5. and of course when im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;so even when im sad, i actually manage to sleep well. I always pray before i go to sleep n voila! the next day i felt happy n even when i know things havent change much, i felt lighten and i may start to fix things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I can however still work under pressure. Im not sure when and how im capable of doing that. But one thing im sure, im still under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Im glad my friends talk to me when they have problems. It&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; kills me when I cant understand my own besties.&lt;/span&gt; Talk to me. for some reason, when listening to their problems it actually help me to forget all my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My blog has been idle for HOW long? Ive been keeping all the negativity inside of me and worrying about how to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I dont have the time to jamm. Thanks to the silly weather (i cant jamm during lightning). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;le parkour is not really my thing nowadays. After I seriously injured my knee parkour is definately going to be the last option to relax. And what is it to relax when you're actually making yourself tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. thats when i realized the presence of my blog. My blog was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;untouched&lt;/span&gt; for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont want to be bothered by people these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my real mum.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shes so far away and im going to be unreachable for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss fitria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and im definitely going to miss my love one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~mia for being my bestfriend all the while&lt;br /&gt;~huney for being the sunshine while it rains&lt;br /&gt;~fatt, youre my love&lt;br /&gt;~apeace, faii n the rest. its a pleasant thing that i met you guys.&lt;br /&gt;and of course ash and the rest my bff's.&lt;br /&gt;~ ohh.. im not gonna be able to chat with milly for three months. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pathetic that i have this difficulty to cry whenever i want wherever i want.&lt;br /&gt;I hate crying in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s : im not emo. emo is not my thing. Im just sad.. sadd thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5302595013653622628?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5302595013653622628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-sad-story-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5302595013653622628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5302595013653622628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-sad-story-of-mine.html' title='Just another sad story of mine.'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-4232217719683126782</id><published>2009-05-12T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:10:12.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Rubic's cube. Thats life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDu2m2HI/AAAAAAAABBw/jc2XRvkYTl0/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDu2m2HI/AAAAAAAABBw/jc2XRvkYTl0/s400/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334917343504423026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFITRIA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} -&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was never able to solve the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; when I first got it last year. It just seem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; complicated. Get one square in position and all the rest are messed up. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this silly thought that ever popped in my head :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unsc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rew it and hoping to put it back together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*well, if the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is mine I can guarantee I'll try that"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dont do that. serious.&lt;br /&gt;It's called cheating. CHIT TING.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatt taught me, Fitria taught me as well. But there's this confession I must say.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I got attracted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I ever wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ is it the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ is it because it looked like the cute cube from transf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ormers only this one is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; little bit more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ is it because cubes are cute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ or is it because Im just attracted to it with no reasons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I havent been able to solve it YET.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; but sadly I dont know how to solve it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like Loving a guy that i can never understand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I killed ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes and hurt my brain cells to understand it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried hard to solve it but I keep on failing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like i cant understand him even how hard I tried.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Its not impossible t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o solve a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So i believe I'll understand a guys heart if I just allow myself to listen to them instead of them listening to me ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its not about trying hard, maybe i just need to understand the method t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o solve it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;iller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. haha .. *whats tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t word?*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my sore throat to flu now im having fever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping since noon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till evening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating and my whole shirt was wet...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sweating :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... Please proceed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems life is like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many facets to life. And trying to keep them all in balance is frustrating. If you turn one face to get the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;reds&lt;/span&gt; together you unbalance the other sides of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white,&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;People often have choices in life, so what ever you do don't cheat.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are anologies and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFITRIA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt; 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	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; can be applied to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFITRIA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First you start out with a simple cross on one of the   faces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Start out with God taking control of one of a part of your   life. Don't expect Him to get your life all perfect in one day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then slowly build up the parts that can be moved to make   one layer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Solve one area of priority first in your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember that the center cubes do not actually move; only   the corners and the edges. Some people get confused by this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learn to recognize and accept the things that you cannot   change, and the things that you can change. We have to accept the things we cannot change, the courage to   change the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Certain moves require you to memorize the moves. Follow   the directions from people who have done it before. Professor Rubik took 1   month to solve his own invention. You can do it in 1 week by learning it from   others instead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get expert help when in trouble. You don't have time to   work it out on your own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~my brain is getting better ~&lt;br /&gt;I love sudokuu&lt;br /&gt;Tina ling love carpenters so much..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh how i wish Karen C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arptenter is still alive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDcIcG1I/AAAAAAAABBo/kAocrJXXeB8/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDcIcG1I/AAAAAAAABBo/kAocrJXXeB8/s400/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334917338478943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ive been trying to play carpenters songs with my uke.. Its not as easy as it seems. and yeah, im going to clean the room before fitria come back home. dont worry. I just had bad days going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDtxj9CI/AAAAAAAABB4/-EekPzuabDM/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDtxj9CI/AAAAAAAABB4/-EekPzuabDM/s400/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334917343214826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my uke my uke my uke my uke..i wish i can play mamula moon.&lt;br /&gt;*rofl was talking about that song with milton the whole time*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, i have no life.. heheh.. what are you reading at???&lt;br /&gt;Dont you have a life? You dont . hahah&lt;br /&gt;atleast i have a lifeless life..&lt;br /&gt;boo you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDCr-YvI/AAAAAAAABBg/R6ShzHFrAsc/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDCr-YvI/AAAAAAAABBg/R6ShzHFrAsc/s400/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334917331648668402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hari ini sungguh cantek~ I luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina ling ling ling&lt;br /&gt;batuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak dapat nyanyi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything not nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rindu fatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-4232217719683126782?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4232217719683126782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/rubics-cube-thats-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4232217719683126782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4232217719683126782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/rubics-cube-thats-life.html' title='Rubic&apos;s cube. Thats life.'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SglvDu2m2HI/AAAAAAAABBw/jc2XRvkYTl0/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8924431876095631594</id><published>2009-05-11T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:28:31.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>2x5. untitled..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double tagger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh, alek and nad sehati sejiwa.. makan nasi minyak,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were tagged by both of my lovers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.How about drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water...? tidak apa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. Daniel Henny.. sentiasa di hatii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xmok.. kmk sik kedak alek. rasa hensem. atleast kmk kacak pi sik rasa kacak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What's your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. It's Saturday night, and you're home alone. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tido la.. apa gik? ssik kedak alek mastur ew ew ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i like roll swiss roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. When is the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its ok.. i'll pass. Dah ada the best bf knk tok ba...I love you fatt sayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.Henny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sik da kali. pa suma makanan sik senyaman masakan dik pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always. free hugs anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ew thats like totally soo not me *bimbo talk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope. im just u knw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; into him. thats all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i sik kedak alek.. racist eh tambi ber tambi tok. Erm.. the way they talk. I love ppl with unique accent anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Which do you prefer, Beach or Mountain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sik mok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nokia. Fatt said i support israel. is it israel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Computer or Laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alek said laptop, nad said lappytoppy*sa cute pi nang pun* i say computer riba :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Jeans or Sweats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Which year(s) has/have been the best so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sik tauk.. but what matter is i only recall the days that had made me laugh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 tee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get some rest. call fatt.. sleep. im sick anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skins 1, 2.. cant wait for season 3. EFFY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teh c tak mao gula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tidak. like seriously. the bad breath and stingky smell.. fatt doesnt smoke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha ya.. hahah adoh.. alek alek. lawak aik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poser alek.. MYOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What is your favorite subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does recess count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erm.. best event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wont tag nad n alek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im gonna tag my readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dear readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if u have no life and are bored.. these might keep you busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8924431876095631594?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8924431876095631594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/2x5-untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8924431876095631594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8924431876095631594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/2x5-untitled.html' title='2x5. untitled..'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-808960146582410891</id><published>2009-05-11T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:29:24.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Makan jgn tak makan.. nanti sakit</title><content type='html'>I ate daily.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Drink water 3 big bottle daily. (1.5L per bottle)&lt;/span&gt;. I eat lots of fruits and vegetables. Im not much of a meat consumer but I believe I eat enough meat for a not so perfect but quite perfect diet. And I dont do diet as in those half anorexic people does. Diet here means balanced diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion from the above crapping is, Im stil sick I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;My throat was feeling a little bit sore few days before it turned out few days before as well I got sore throat. *how unsurprising*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today, at this very moment, mucus starts to flow from my nose and I must assume my nose arent blocked.. The mucus just keep coming out and it hurt soo much when i cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took medicine and i tried everything healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i should try the opposite. Minum cola, makan ice cream abc.&lt;br /&gt;There's this phrase I heard from some wise guy whom i cant recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU WILL NEVER KNOW IF YOU NEVER TRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keinginan itu yang menjadi motive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, dear readers, Tina Ling yang comel *feel cute-direct translation* is feeling unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She miss her man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she is not severely ill but still ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she cant run away from skipping her paperworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she got driving lessons to catch up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she needs some rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and im trying to slim down a little bit. (1-2 kg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was googling for flop poppy this morning&lt;br /&gt;I miss their songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau masih cantek seperrrti duluuu owww oww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saat pertama kuu jumpa dgn muu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhdjBSpNlg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhdjBSpNlg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header"&gt;Eat This&lt;/h3&gt;                                                                                    &lt;p&gt;Food a person should eat regularly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Red wine. (1-2 glasses a day). [Flavonoids]&lt;br /&gt;2. Green tea. [Anti-Oxidant]&lt;br /&gt;3. Dark Chocolate.  [Flavonoids]&lt;br /&gt;4. Garlic.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fish. (4 times a week). [Omega-3 fatty acids]&lt;br /&gt;6. Almonds.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fruits. (daily)&lt;br /&gt;8. Curry. (kills cancer cells in colon).&lt;br /&gt;9. Cranberry Juice.&lt;br /&gt;10. Olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;11. Ginger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im sick. ohohh ohh.. Oh!! i've re compossed the song for fara! I cant wait to sing L.I.V.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-808960146582410891?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/808960146582410891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/makan-jgn-tak-makan-nanti-sakit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/808960146582410891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/808960146582410891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/makan-jgn-tak-makan-nanti-sakit.html' title='Makan jgn tak makan.. nanti sakit'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-2924107673086183828</id><published>2009-05-08T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:25:24.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>A Pet named Garfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens when you are promised a dog but this happens?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You ask it to sit and roll over and it just walks away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It lies under the sun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It sleeps 20 hours a day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It claws at your furniture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It meows.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still insist on treating it as a dog or should you realize you've got an animal called a cat?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately, a lot of people are stuck in a mild form of denial (for lack of a better word), where they are upset with situations in life when things don't come out the way they expect and then keep in insisting on forcing their cat into behaving like a dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;  What can your cat be? It may be a software project, where people expect it to follow the waterfall model yet it follows the iterative model. It may be your husband or wife who isn't the perfect person you expect to be, or it could be your child whom you expected to be a brilliant scholar or sportsman bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;t turns out into a musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgUfkEdnKTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vwnCDlGjvog/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgUfkEdnKTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vwnCDlGjvog/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333704038223915314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I let him sleep, after all, thats what he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me love you .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so my dear mates, dont force me to do something i dislike. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Tina have been a good girl.. Thanks to my apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-2924107673086183828?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/2924107673086183828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/pet-named-garfield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/2924107673086183828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/2924107673086183828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/pet-named-garfield.html' title='A Pet named Garfield'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgUfkEdnKTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vwnCDlGjvog/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5569649189327956652</id><published>2009-05-08T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:43:36.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Satu lagi hari bahagia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7IKdI_xI/AAAAAAAABAo/vEJ5e_-bp7M/s1600-h/DSC00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7IKdI_xI/AAAAAAAABAo/vEJ5e_-bp7M/s400/DSC00192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333382501400903442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~ randomness : this guy came from nowhere to NOW HERE.&lt;br /&gt;Manusia labah2 IV the msia version. coming real soon. Only in Kuching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other things doesn't seem to be bothering me when he's in mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7IHjJ3VI/AAAAAAAABAg/FKYb0EyvVHs/s1600-h/DSC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7IHjJ3VI/AAAAAAAABAg/FKYb0EyvVHs/s400/DSC00145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333382500620819794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've told my self last night, I wont care anymore about the people who have been ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;I will only care for those&lt;br /&gt;who show love towards me,&lt;br /&gt;who care about my feelings and thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;who will be there when i need a company,&lt;br /&gt;a sincere peer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You dont have to be my BFF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;my close friend or&lt;br /&gt;whatever fuck,&lt;br /&gt;Just some one who understand.&lt;br /&gt;A nice person to be with thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7HiMJvxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/F_Kz7rDbxeo/s1600-h/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7HiMJvxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/F_Kz7rDbxeo/s400/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333382490592231186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from left : hafiz fathi, fadeli yussuf, tina ling, fara hanun, mia, afiq petrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the 3 musketeers at the back are faizury, khai, azim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must say I knew these people quite recent. but there are bits of sweet memories with them. Sometimes being silly is not a sin. As long you enjoy yourself. You live in this crazy world once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon, Huney, Khai, Fai will be going away to furthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r their studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huney is an important person in my life. and the rest, well they're just some random new friends that I met but without any feelings of hesitation, they're willing to kill some time and have an enjoyable happy hour with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia and I are currently planning something ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7HxS53RI/AAAAAAAABAY/DKlK2aQjbQ4/s1600-h/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7HxS53RI/AAAAAAAABAY/DKlK2aQjbQ4/s400/DSC00115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333382494647082258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My head is not always empty. Theres always food food and music in mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And him, Idk.. im starting to miss him already. But Im sure I can still live happily while he's away. away. away. *its not like we're gonna be separated forever isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blogs with pictures.. lots of pictures. LOTS OF LOTS of pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss my all mates. Guys you can always call me LAWA. nang pun ku lawa.. pi bukan sengaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To :&lt;br /&gt;~nad&lt;br /&gt;alek~&lt;br /&gt;~apish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nisa~&lt;br /&gt;~zureen&lt;br /&gt;aaswan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the rest of the greenians.. i do miss you guys as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear puiko, im missing you as well. i know ure bz with stpm and stuff. But yes. its my turn to call next time.. hugs for you. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChangeD.. This word came from ash my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Im never scared of changes..I'll tend to accept the present like What im doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dint gt my upu. *im still trying*&lt;br /&gt;my sis is not living with me *i can still live hapily*&lt;br /&gt;I currently having the stink-est job ever *i did tried my best not to whine so much*&lt;br /&gt;I'll accept changes cause I know. God had plan something ahead for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise person told me&lt;br /&gt;God only says&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes but not now&lt;br /&gt;~ I have a better plan for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theres no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;...you got me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say no.. to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;..*teehee*&lt;br /&gt;Tina Ling is still happy when unhappy moments crashed/landed on her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7HagFj2I/AAAAAAAABAI/PShq1HRaZA8/s1600-h/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7HagFj2I/AAAAAAAABAI/PShq1HRaZA8/s400/DSC00067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333382488528359266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smile like you dont recognize sadness at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* rmember my quote : smile sweetly teehee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5569649189327956652?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5569649189327956652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-head-is-empty-all-i-know-is-that-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5569649189327956652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5569649189327956652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-head-is-empty-all-i-know-is-that-im.html' title='Satu lagi hari bahagia'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgP7IKdI_xI/AAAAAAAABAo/vEJ5e_-bp7M/s72-c/DSC00192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8627528851834575518</id><published>2009-05-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:26:39.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Triple Ef</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Facts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;farts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. injured my left hand. I cant see in the dark. The hairclip is a deadly weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Garfield&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; got into a big fight with my neighbor’s cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. My bro lost Rm 50 that I gave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Im tired of doing my dads paperwork. I need to chill badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I don’t like my driver.. I hate him….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. fatt called me a few times… while I called him 9 – 10 times *koffmisscallskoff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. fara is awesome..*myowntuneof sayingAWESOME*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I miss fitria badly. This feeling is different compared when shes studying in miri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Alek..miss called me when I was on the phone with my new super hot, loving, comel, cepat kecik ati boyfie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. xmen wolverine is funny. I love the part when he run naked-ly. *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. I hate wearing spec.. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. I love my ukulele more than YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. I cant whine in real life. And I hate whining in real life, Infact I hate listening to whiners. SO I can only whine in my blog. Aww that’s pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I wan the new mini &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Garfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; from kim seng soo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. life is depressing sometimes, but beautiful most of the time. *teehee* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. I always remind me with my own quote of SMILE SWEETLY when im not smiling sweetly. Its been a long time I haven’t said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. I hate 17 so im not gonna write anything here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. I dint call mia back. Babe, you’re killing my credits with your maxis network.. switch back to digi right now!!!*don’t get me wrong saying, I love talking to you. Once you start you never stop &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. *lol, I’ll pray so you don’t have to kill me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Daniel Henry is so freaking hot. Oh am gee! I lub him I luve him I LOVE HIM!!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. People often say that they saw someone looking similar to me. DAMN! Muka everywhere? Oh.. I just recalled my long, last , time housemaid used to tell me that SETIAP MANUSIA ADA 7 KEMBAR. So I guess all of my 7 kembarS is living in Kuching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. I can consider calling ain gerek apish my twin. * pi im cuter!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. It means there’s SEVEN hot amazing looking guys like Daniel henry! Oh mi gosh oh mi gosh!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love writing craps that contain facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It loosen the craps in the inner me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My brain is malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ef you see kay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8627528851834575518?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8627528851834575518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/triple-ef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8627528851834575518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8627528851834575518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/triple-ef.html' title='Triple Ef'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-573990701049070157</id><published>2009-05-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:08:38.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>I wanna let the whole world know</title><content type='html'>On the 3rd of May, 2009, Tina Ling is officially NOT single.. *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont belong to anybody but HE belong to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. I talked to my cat after i went home.&lt;br /&gt;yes, how normal is that.. I was too excited i told garfield the whole incident that happened to day. I can tell he's pretty bored with the story and all he wants from me is just some biscuits. I got mad.. and i went to bath a.s.a.p and I was singing in the bath room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a surprised... Garfield left without leaving any note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fatt.. kau milik ku!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. farah babe upload few pics in FB.. but im not gonna post it here..&lt;br /&gt;The cuteness + hotness form us dah terlalu cute..&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt wanna melt the viewers of those pictures..&lt;br /&gt;tee heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! i got another hater today.. Bye&lt;br /&gt;Tina fatt Ling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-573990701049070157?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/573990701049070157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-let-whole-world-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/573990701049070157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/573990701049070157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-let-whole-world-know.html' title='I wanna let the whole world know'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1880201777916524838</id><published>2009-05-01T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:55:25.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Happy labour day</title><content type='html'>Whee! its labour day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee for me i dont get to enjoy any labour day at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's no term of labour day when it comes to working with own dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol. I drank coffee. I was hoping that it might keep me awak for the whole night so I can do my paperworks.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I shouldnt be drinking kopi.&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning right round, and im feeling dizzy with all the so buzy going on around and yes! im coffee high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez.. i can even see bunch of naked boys running in my head player soccer terpantul bola dalam palak ku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.. Oh ITS UNFAIR! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i dont get any labour day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. how annoying to be working overtimed and getting some lectures from papa!&lt;br /&gt;   Daddy saya tgh marah ni! *how happy i would be if i can scream that to him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. AIk!! kopi is like a poison to me.. eww i hate the aroma of coffee that i silly-ly put 5-6 table spoon of milk to cover the smell and i FAILED. how could i drank that liquid. !! ewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i cant sleep before i finish my work babes! *yes im wasting my time now* lalalalal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. fatt is having this funny voice. and its so cute when he called and talked to me with that tone. *yikes* he drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. since when paperworks becam the 2nd house chores?? I thought house chores is the only shiftless work?? Paperwork tak habis2 .. ini tidak adil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. its unfair i cant cry for all this madnes.. and what made it even worse today is suppose to be a holiday. EVEN FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. its not good when i promised to fast but i dint. Fatt said : aik! ne boleh puasa hari jumaat.. haram la?" aik.. when am i suppose to fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Yes! i dont get any tips from all the hard works and overtimed time i spent for paperworks. Yay! * tok kira charity kan?* im killing my brain cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wan to break free. woh woh woh i stil love katy pery.. i love her.. I wanna busk her songs when theres occasion goin on with my new bought ukulele.* now bitch. u're allowed to be jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. its unfair when all my mates got their driving license while Im still in my L progress *ciput tina ling cute ciput*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Yay! im able to whine in my blog cuz its MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. huhu i wan my mini garfield.. im naming him fattli.. fatt ohh fatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I should stop whining and finish my paperworks and head to bed a.s.a.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ahahah azim doesnt knw i speak chinese * its a humiliation for a chinese NOT to know how to speak chinese..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. yes. saya gila!lalalalal~ i love my ukulele more than my lil bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i hate my hp. the only reason i still keep it = i need it to text fatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*im still all blur!!! I can blog!! yaya.. i can do my paperworks hell ye...*&lt;br /&gt;p.s : i hate it when my dad said : GIRL, I KNW UR CAPABLE OF WORKING UNDER PRESSURE. DO THAT A.S.A.P B4 YOU GO TO BED"&lt;br /&gt;NO!! i dont like working under pressure. im not soo efficient under pressure infact im all stressed out. im effed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sing while playing my ukulele*&lt;br /&gt;tina cute ciput comel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care for all the mistakes and spelling error i typed. Im insane!!! teehee..&lt;br /&gt;coffee should be banned.. it'll only damage your brain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1880201777916524838?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1880201777916524838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-labour-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1880201777916524838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1880201777916524838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-labour-day.html' title='Happy labour day'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8670207676149082637</id><published>2009-04-25T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:10:04.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Just another SAD story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired... Fatigue-ness has taken control over my whole body including my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4zrWBmI/AAAAAAAABAA/IQAjuyyVh80/s1600-h/fatigue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4zrWBmI/AAAAAAAABAA/IQAjuyyVh80/s400/fatigue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328580670309926498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept at 5 30 a.m yesterday, i mean today. I was hooked with fatt the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYGsOXUI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2R21yLuXr8U/s1600-h/fatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYGsOXUI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2R21yLuXr8U/s400/fatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328579008966581570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes he's cute and NOT AVAILABLE. No stock girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd I woke up at exactly 9 am when my dad gave me a wake up call just to remind me to do the tasks that he demanded. Geez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; DID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I sweep floors and that's including mopping the floor as well. Can you imagine how huge the house when it comes to house chores?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4uozwhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/1Um5nP_Vym8/s1600-h/ja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4uozwhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/1Um5nP_Vym8/s400/ja.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328580668957114898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i was awarded this title at home. teehee *ke-proud-tan aku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I washed *well of cuz using the washing machine* all the laundries and Hang them as well. Thank goodness it was sunny and bright. I might just kill myself if it rains! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4pFbgxI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kMmCCuBlJfI/s1600-h/raining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4pFbgxI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kMmCCuBlJfI/s400/raining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328580667466547986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After all the hard works, I managed to go on a free vacation for FREE to DREAMLAND!! Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4bye2qI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5vimI1Wcm8E/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4bye2qI/AAAAAAAAA_o/5vimI1Wcm8E/s400/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328580663897414306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ini bukan cerita yang direka semata-mata*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh, I dint tell you the sad part yet...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was awaken by the text i received from huney.. Damn ku gik nyenyak tido.. LELAH EH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was asking bout the plan for tomorrow. *Huney called : tina esok plan laser tag x jadi.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYiWI9UI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-_bsbgpA7Uc/s1600-h/1207_laser_tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYiWI9UI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-_bsbgpA7Uc/s400/1207_laser_tag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328579016390145346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i luvee southpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where was I again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn! the wake up text and coincidently the thunder strikes and OH AM GEE i was totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shocked and all blur at the same time. Gila nak? I just woke up and my brain hasnt start any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;warm ups YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYrc360I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/viUXgGAP-qw/s1600-h/brainWeights.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYrc360I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/viUXgGAP-qw/s400/brainWeights.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328579018834307906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geez *im tired i really am*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I broke my not-so-nice-looking hairband i got from fitria. EH! sedih la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i woke up. i rather stay on vacation in dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;while i was procrastinating, i realized it rains.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it rains, i noticed the floors that i just mopped and sweeped is wet and obviously the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind blew all those leaves from my dads trees to the floors!!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYVshujI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XadoBixFU8I/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYVshujI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XadoBixFU8I/s400/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328579012994382386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeap, thats not my house. But this is a-very-lame piece of art work done by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*FYI please pay attention i JUST MOPPED IT*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im effin tired...&lt;/span&gt;how fascinatin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy's coming home tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping for his pressies to cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad i do have a lil sense of materialistic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4dM0XDI/AAAAAAAAA_g/xqoPdLtUAdg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4dM0XDI/AAAAAAAAA_g/xqoPdLtUAdg/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328580664276311090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Made by tina ling a ling a ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, just incase im going out tomorrow, fancy some sushis anyone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fresh from ISETAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYPBKGSI/AAAAAAAAA-4/b5eZ1RDZhlo/s1600-h/polivore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLqYPBKGSI/AAAAAAAAA-4/b5eZ1RDZhlo/s400/polivore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328579011201866018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;polivore!!! ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mum said i gained weight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;NO! I think my figure is perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im not too thin and im not too fatty either. *its the perfect weight for a perfect comfortable hug*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im happy with my normal size breast and slightly big butts. overall is normal.. *what am i talking about?* My brain needs rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Talking about body, i cant stop laughing wacthing this from nad's blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;buuduuu naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s : not gonna online tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8670207676149082637?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8670207676149082637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-sad-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8670207676149082637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8670207676149082637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-sad-story.html' title='Just another SAD story'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SfLr4zrWBmI/AAAAAAAABAA/IQAjuyyVh80/s72-c/fatigue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1828212549694876811</id><published>2009-04-19T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:54:04.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>i wish sooo</title><content type='html'>I want to be like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrccdoATRWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrccdoATRWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end i realized, being me would be less attractive but, still attractive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly dance is hawtttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1828212549694876811?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1828212549694876811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-sooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1828212549694876811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1828212549694876811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-sooo.html' title='i wish sooo'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5611226770088440396</id><published>2009-04-19T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:43:27.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Aku kangen sama dia</title><content type='html'>lol. Another exciting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QQSM53I/AAAAAAAAA8E/ZQkTDz_6v3o/s1600-h/DSC09313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QQSM53I/AAAAAAAAA8E/ZQkTDz_6v3o/s400/DSC09313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413935707744114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th was really disappointing. i thought the new version of that movie would turn out better and more thriller scenes. but it turned out otherwise. My advise is DONT WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QwnCfpI/AAAAAAAAA8k/NqIc05QYNds/s1600-h/DSC09339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QwnCfpI/AAAAAAAAA8k/NqIc05QYNds/s400/DSC09339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413944385076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol! fara was screaming the whole day. It hurt my ears when the sound system is loud enough to waken my eardrums plus the screaming of fara, just beside of me. WTF!! Be deaf soon if situation continues.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and i was dissapointed when he dint even scream or shock watching that not so scary (friday the 13th) infact i was there screaming while he sat next to me watching emotionlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afiq was trying to do something. I can assure that but im just unsure what was he up to. Bullshit. I do know what he's up to but hahah think twice.. he is still the shy boy who cant make the first move. *koff koff*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QtRmnjI/AAAAAAAAA8U/iKWAg39Kni0/s1600-h/DSC09316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QtRmnjI/AAAAAAAAA8U/iKWAg39Kni0/s400/DSC09316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413943489863218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QsTqg5I/AAAAAAAAA8M/reOTACEI_Wc/s1600-h/DSC09315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QsTqg5I/AAAAAAAAA8M/reOTACEI_Wc/s400/DSC09315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413943230071698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;suk afiq, fala ambik gambar nya waktu driving tewk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Im ecstatic.. I love being around si dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QLYYg-I/AAAAAAAAA88/vo18vTN6QhI/s1600-h/DSC09362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QLYYg-I/AAAAAAAAA88/vo18vTN6QhI/s400/DSC09362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417232926376930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5Q3si6AI/AAAAAAAAA8c/m_ZmKNeaHtk/s1600-h/DSC09337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5Q3si6AI/AAAAAAAAA8c/m_ZmKNeaHtk/s400/DSC09337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413946287220738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..there's this incident where i must share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie farah and i decided to stop by at mc d and grab some mc flurrys. While we went to buy the deserts, the boys wait in the car. *yes, playing with the camera, what else?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QIk252I/AAAAAAAAA80/mqTHEKpdpFM/s1600-h/DSC09353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QIk252I/AAAAAAAAA80/mqTHEKpdpFM/s400/DSC09353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417232173393762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QCxIH7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/acSL6O7daqU/s1600-h/DSC09351.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i dony blame them for narcism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QCxIH7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/acSL6O7daqU/s1600-h/DSC09351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QCxIH7I/AAAAAAAAA8s/acSL6O7daqU/s400/DSC09351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417230614241202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, farah and i met this old pycho lady.  Lol.. I can still recall fara's face when she heard the pyscho lady speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mc D girl : Hello, eating here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lady : I only want chocolate sundae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mc D girl : ok so i repeat your or.... *&lt;/span&gt;wth? just a chocolate sundae u have to repeat? well i guess its in one of their lines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lady : *pissed off* dont interupt! i only want chocolate sundae!!! *yeah we heard u lady!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mc D girl was all blur and ok chocolate sundae. She then put the sundae on the tray with tissue and the receipt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the lady only take sundae cause she demanded SUNDAE ONLY and left behind the tissue and receipt offered. How unsurprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lady : *taking the sundae* Dont you talk chinese to me! im not even a chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. The Mc D girl is a malay female wearing tudung for god sake .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fara was all blur too. I was three. *while the 2 cute ladies waiting for their orders, the pycho went back inside and talked to the same Mc D girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lady: Im not pathetic! Im rich and ***** and im not pityful! *WENT OUT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mc D Girl : *silent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The other Mc D Girl : apa nya padah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mc D girl : x tau&lt;/span&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8apx_koI/AAAAAAAAA9c/D0-5w_MuPMo/s1600-h/insane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8apx_koI/AAAAAAAAA9c/D0-5w_MuPMo/s400/insane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417412885549698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes, ur not pathetic or pityful. You're one word. = insane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scary as it sound. and yes, she was standing beside us.* Its funny how she can became such a person. She has this really nice brit-ish accent which made me attacted to look *whos talking?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QRGbNbI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HPkngzzmRNk/s1600-h/DSC09364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QRGbNbI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HPkngzzmRNk/s400/DSC09364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417234461668786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but, conclusion, we got our mc flurries !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im soo happy&lt;br /&gt;He said that to me..he said it! and damn! i dint even notice that. *damn ! bang door!*&lt;br /&gt;I blamed myself for my foolishness of ignoring him. Bodo na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QWKrERI/AAAAAAAAA9M/OsZ21VNY3YQ/s1600-h/DSC09372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8QWKrERI/AAAAAAAAA9M/OsZ21VNY3YQ/s400/DSC09372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417235821662482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KAMI = COMEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMEL = CUTE &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CUTE = BAJU HITAM ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SetFDxRWsbI/AAAAAAAAA98/5zofU0LCqHY/s1600-h/DSC09433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SetFDxRWsbI/AAAAAAAAA98/5zofU0LCqHY/s400/DSC09433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326426915363795378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he made this. Arabian read from right to left so its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fatt comel Love tina comel.. teeheee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SetFDl60QAI/AAAAAAAAA90/wzVokVZEn0c/s1600-h/DSC09215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SetFDl60QAI/AAAAAAAAA90/wzVokVZEn0c/s400/DSC09215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326426912316473346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and he kept the candy and cup that i gave him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;p.s : fatt drive better than afiq. I was only praising him to avoid risking my life while in his car. Yes. its necessary for me to write this line in the smallest font. * Afiq's degree is high enough, so  i can guessed he wont be able to read this unless he highlight copy and paste in a larger font. *silly me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8asZb3bI/AAAAAAAAA9U/WVk4OfUs5x0/s1600-h/Cloud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses8asZb3bI/AAAAAAAAA9U/WVk4OfUs5x0/s400/Cloud.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326417413587852722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It was cloudy.. i love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5611226770088440396?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5611226770088440396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-kangen-sama-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5611226770088440396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5611226770088440396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-kangen-sama-dia.html' title='Aku kangen sama dia'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Ses5QQSM53I/AAAAAAAAA8E/ZQkTDz_6v3o/s72-c/DSC09313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5080204684537858522</id><published>2009-04-16T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:56:19.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Belated</title><content type='html'>Semalam sangat best. :) Belated sounds so LAATEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farahohhfarah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt; membawa kami berlima keluar makan di Mc D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami berlima ialah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://tinaling.blogspot.com/"&gt; wanita comel (tina ling)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://kamiliafasiha.blogspot.com/"&gt;wanita menawan (mia)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. lelaki pemalu ( afiq)&lt;br /&gt;4. lelaki comel ( fatt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I could tell that fara was ecstatic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schedule of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;roughly around 1: 30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farah and mia was waiting for ages for the two boys to get ready. *and i thought it was the girls who often be lated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2 something pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived in Mc D and farah was having a bit difficulties to park her gigantic car. *ohh farah got a nice pressie from afiq *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in mc D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were out of plans so we headed back to mia's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;roughly 4 something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di rumah mia, Kami,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGdeiSYI/AAAAAAAAA78/hf_rTx9C3vo/s1600-h/DSC09044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGdeiSYI/AAAAAAAAA78/hf_rTx9C3vo/s400/DSC09044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250484148259202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;afiq, fala, me, fatt and mia at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGNEPMII/AAAAAAAAA70/gn7CaCXdfN8/s1600-h/DSC09038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGNEPMII/AAAAAAAAA70/gn7CaCXdfN8/s400/DSC09038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250479742988418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;afiq tertinggal tudung nya kat rumah *lol jk jk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGAgIldI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jW5CYjUFnm8/s1600-h/DSC09032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGAgIldI/AAAAAAAAA7s/jW5CYjUFnm8/s400/DSC09032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250476370335186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from her evil grin i knw wad shes thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGAhbe8I/AAAAAAAAA7k/upXiTOoXhQA/s1600-h/DSC09028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGAhbe8I/AAAAAAAAA7k/upXiTOoXhQA/s400/DSC09028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250476375768002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;afiq : malu eh   Fala : lum! lum ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2rM2-GI/AAAAAAAAA7c/2YrWZ3GWTpY/s1600-h/DSC09027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2rM2-GI/AAAAAAAAA7c/2YrWZ3GWTpY/s400/DSC09027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250212954306658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jarak diantara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2tfoiBI/AAAAAAAAA7U/JLE80Y5CZJA/s1600-h/DSC09013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2tfoiBI/AAAAAAAAA7U/JLE80Y5CZJA/s400/DSC09013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250213569923090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;idk what shes talking about. but trust me my focus point is not her its him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2uYDgUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/g6xwnu6m7XA/s1600-h/DSC09012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2uYDgUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/g6xwnu6m7XA/s400/DSC09012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250213806571842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no wonder nya malu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2chtg_I/AAAAAAAAA7E/0H4QRzC0oBk/s1600-h/DSC09011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2chtg_I/AAAAAAAAA7E/0H4QRzC0oBk/s400/DSC09011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250209015235570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;random snaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2eV7fFI/AAAAAAAAA68/b6V9u-O48Ys/s1600-h/DSC09009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecW2eV7fFI/AAAAAAAAA68/b6V9u-O48Ys/s400/DSC09009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325250209502690386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mia ohh mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVj97sJlI/AAAAAAAAA6w/U_jZYU2eHpI/s1600-h/DSC09007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVj97sJlI/AAAAAAAAA6w/U_jZYU2eHpI/s400/DSC09007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325248792053425746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for certain reason, i like this pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjpG6E2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/m05xR2bNdD4/s1600-h/DSC09006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjpG6E2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/m05xR2bNdD4/s400/DSC09006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325248786463331170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&amp;amp;%$%$&amp;amp;? what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjpsvwSI/AAAAAAAAA6g/nRzbQOUPFWg/s1600-h/DSC09005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjpsvwSI/AAAAAAAAA6g/nRzbQOUPFWg/s400/DSC09005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325248786622038306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rasa model mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjWiGCTI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/M0UrO5pQsao/s1600-h/DSC09004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjWiGCTI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/M0UrO5pQsao/s400/DSC09004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325248781477087538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shoo mia shoo!! this is my snap.. what are you doing at the back? you cuma model sampingan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjdfjKmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/F0PX7q2Th_4/s1600-h/DSC09003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecVjdfjKmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/F0PX7q2Th_4/s400/DSC09003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325248783345461858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;burst out laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, fatt chia saya makan :) which is the best part of the day. *sakit perut lol*&lt;br /&gt;aww adik dia sangat comel.. I want that boy! and bam bam's baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;p.s / yap. i prefer fatt's driving than farah's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i need to write the post script in the smallest font to avoid fara's attention.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i've finished the post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5080204684537858522?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5080204684537858522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/belated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5080204684537858522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5080204684537858522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/belated.html' title='Belated'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SecXGdeiSYI/AAAAAAAAA78/hf_rTx9C3vo/s72-c/DSC09044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1292161294434537001</id><published>2009-04-13T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:02:34.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Creativity kills</title><content type='html'>i was exploring yasmin ahmad's ads and then this popped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpVU441KDyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpVU441KDyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly. ( i knw its sad and funny 2 in 1)&lt;br /&gt;And I thought cicak wont die when they fall from ceiling?&lt;br /&gt;Well in mind everything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;and fyi : i hate lizards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1292161294434537001?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1292161294434537001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/creativity-kills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1292161294434537001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1292161294434537001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/creativity-kills.html' title='Creativity kills'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-832789085708153542</id><published>2009-04-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:59:09.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Hafez ohh Hafez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SeJxdL3EXeI/AAAAAAAAA6I/B_f2ysjT81c/s1600-h/Sun+owe+earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SeJxdL3EXeI/AAAAAAAAA6I/B_f2ysjT81c/s400/Sun+owe+earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323942455719255522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine poet who has lived many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hafez"&gt;Khaje shamsoddin Mohammad hafeze Shirazi&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Khwāja Šamsu d-Dīn Muḥammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī&lt;/strong&gt;)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : aka hafez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-832789085708153542?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/832789085708153542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/hafez-ohh-hafez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/832789085708153542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/832789085708153542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/hafez-ohh-hafez.html' title='Hafez ohh Hafez'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SeJxdL3EXeI/AAAAAAAAA6I/B_f2ysjT81c/s72-c/Sun+owe+earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6995353614117312219</id><published>2009-04-11T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:07:49.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Falling in Love again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/feverray"&gt;fever ray&lt;/a&gt;... I *heart* you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6995353614117312219?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6995353614117312219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-falling-in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6995353614117312219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6995353614117312219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-falling-in-love-again.html' title='Im Falling in Love again'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6986092622975925455</id><published>2009-04-06T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:06:12.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Damn you tummy.</title><content type='html'>Well, im glad when &lt;a href="http://farahohhfarah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huney&lt;/a&gt; made the statement that im not the talking tummy. *yeah i knw she watched white chicks* But my elder sis would probably stick to the old saying. TINA THE TALKING TUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since I last blog. Damn!. *cleaning the dust and spidey webs around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an eater. Well, this phrase means i eat a lot and 80% of my routines are something related to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Daily meals include breakfast, early lunch, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and also midnight snack*&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i eat 6 meals per day. Just like jolie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sdw7sVa3hHI/AAAAAAAAA44/TrdZjxntid4/s1600-h/bfast,lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sdw7sVa3hHI/AAAAAAAAA44/TrdZjxntid4/s400/bfast,lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322194492495201394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most important meals of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't watch movie WITHOUT snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a movie holic. So tell me what's my thing to do?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sdw8Us_tpdI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lrD3aUtWx5A/s1600-h/bfast,lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sdw8Us_tpdI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lrD3aUtWx5A/s400/bfast,lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322195186018526674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;honey butter popcorn is absolutely the purrfect choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~im half fruitarian and vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. and so I do recognize myself as a person who likes to eat healthy foods especially when it comes to the vitamins! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIH3ZXNNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/63-sRStahYI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIH3ZXNNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/63-sRStahYI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322208159611696338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stairways to healthyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~sweet toothed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i love candies, and marshmallow. and when haribo arrived from germany I'll finish it before anyone else snatch it from me. *grrr* p/s i hate chocolates. Damn!! i hate it when they do sticking on your teeth and make you be afraid to smile WIDELYY *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIINFPxaI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/rF-FeH_fw0E/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIINFPxaI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/rF-FeH_fw0E/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322208165432903074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~food food food!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do cook. im not conservative and Im not like those bimbos out there being afraid to stay in the kitchen. I cook! and i love to cook. and yes....! i love guys who can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIIK7iuTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/lBIGJ9LMQ74/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIIK7iuTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/lBIGJ9LMQ74/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322208164855331122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, i do heart jamie oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how I stay fit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i knw this went beyond the topic. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;~ i dont really stay in shape all the time? There are times when people commented :&lt;br /&gt;Tina, you're healthier!&lt;br /&gt;(in malay saying: ktk makin sihat* a polite way of saying im FAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIIRZtJnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/eoMFUCiiRQI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxIIRZtJnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/eoMFUCiiRQI/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322208166592456306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;slim? eww hell no. skinny? my arse, I prefer the term *ef ai tee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks . Seriously. Due to SPM *last year* and graduation of high school. I no more involve myself in any sports or fitting activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and therefore, im not fit anymore. But thanks to this*wad i actually wanna say* im getting slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years of eating, when i reached the age of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;17 years and 7 months old&lt;/span&gt;, I just found out im allergic to seafood and certain foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having vacation with my lovely super hot extragavanza hot ex model mom. Sorry shes not available for any guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxK7vBWVVI/AAAAAAAAA6A/XHlKKal0Nhw/s1600-h/Yani+38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxK7vBWVVI/AAAAAAAAA6A/XHlKKal0Nhw/s400/Yani+38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211249739945298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxK7YRt98I/AAAAAAAAA54/ypUaf5NSi78/s1600-h/Yani+36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxK7YRt98I/AAAAAAAAA54/ypUaf5NSi78/s400/Yani+36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211243634587586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxK7dHAnbI/AAAAAAAAA5w/QYIEM65RmUI/s1600-h/Yani+34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SdxK7dHAnbI/AAAAAAAAA5w/QYIEM65RmUI/s400/Yani+34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211244931849650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, she is a very hot for  mom with 3 kids. now backk off grrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! she keep feeding me with anything she can afford to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Cheese, candies, cheese, seafoods, cheese, milk, cheese, biscuits, cheese and moreeee cheeese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came the sad thing where I fall sick after 3-4 years (major sickness not like flu or cold or normal headaches) staying healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, i was having major headache, and i started to vomit. If its not mistaken i vomited for 5-6 times and pooed for 4-5 times in 5-6 hours. DAMN!. I was severely ill when i thought of opening the window and jump off from there. Geez I changed my mind when I recalled its only the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have problems with my tummy *TINA THE TALKING TUMMY*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, I lost my lovely appetite and I started to dislike meat.&lt;br /&gt;I eat almost all the time with a very super slow muching speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time I feel that eating a packet of mee goreng segera as a painful thing to be accomplished. it took me almost an hour to finish it. seriously its the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; not so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And now, if compared to some friends, I end up being the last to finish the foods on plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~unrelated stuff~&lt;br /&gt;p.s : Everyone *heart* my cooking. Fatt just doesnt wanna admit it. DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6986092622975925455?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6986092622975925455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-you-tummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6986092622975925455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6986092622975925455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-you-tummy.html' title='Damn you tummy.'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sdw7sVa3hHI/AAAAAAAAA44/TrdZjxntid4/s72-c/bfast,lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1574467639638335239</id><published>2009-03-28T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:56:27.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Tagged -.-</title><content type='html'>TAG !!!! This is not an unfamiliar word. I love tag :) I love tagging people and I love being tagged. But seriously excessive *tagging* is like running in a circle without stopping. GEEZ. Don't you think its insane when there's a beginning but no end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sc77SqHbyYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/eu10CD-PP0c/s1600-h/hagdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sc77SqHbyYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/eu10CD-PP0c/s400/hagdad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318464507932821890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tag = a popular game played by children where one child, who is the tagger or is IT attempts to touch another child, making them IT, also called IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;a href="http://fitrianoviani.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fitria&lt;/a&gt; is the IT who turned me into It. The tagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Fitria is right. This Tag thing is turning into something like chain letter. Hei* she tagged people back right?* But funny-ly Im tagging people too now. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1.) Do you think you're hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot? As in which meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; I. One who is:&lt;br /&gt;a. gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;b. pretty&lt;br /&gt;c. beautiful&lt;br /&gt;d. cute&lt;br /&gt;e. attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. One who you would:&lt;br /&gt;a. lick&lt;br /&gt;b. suck&lt;br /&gt;c. nibble&lt;br /&gt;d. flirt with&lt;br /&gt;e. have sexual relations with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. One who makes you:&lt;br /&gt;a. flip&lt;br /&gt;b. crazy&lt;br /&gt;c. nutty&lt;br /&gt;d. pass out&lt;br /&gt;e. drool&lt;br /&gt;f. fantasize&lt;br /&gt;g. (if girl) wet&lt;br /&gt;h. (if guy) hard&lt;br /&gt;i. masturbate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say HOT according to the FIRST meaning aight?&lt;br /&gt;nah, I dont think so but I can be so when I groom myself up. I would say Im attractive in my own way compare to looks. Its fine to be presentable but pretty like those ah lians? So, Im not hot. Im pretty simple and presentable but cute in my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Upload your favourite picture of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sc77S7Vq8jI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pVy81MMm0tE/s1600-h/Hahahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sc77S7Vq8jI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pVy81MMm0tE/s400/Hahahaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318464512555938354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mia and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.) Why do you like that picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the day I fell from the stairs at civic centre berguling ke bawah like ball. Where everyone was stunned watching the incident. Thought that I was a boy as my hoodie covered my head. Surprisingly when I screamed OUCH SAKIT with my hoodie uncovered from my head, people are amazed that I'm still smiling and silly-ly laughing to myself. Mia was there putting the bandage *plaster* for my sore big toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.)  When was the last time u ate pizza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, its 1 week ago. With my mum the pizza hut at Jalan Song. Im not a big fan of pizza. Infact, I dont really like the price of the pizza. The ony thing why Im eating pizza is because of the nice stuffed crust which is OBVIOUSLY filled with cheeeeeseee tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;5.) The last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akon - Beautiful. It reminds me of her. Since the day she went out. Coincidently or not that song kept playing around me and stole away my whole attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) What are you doing now besides this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking my driver about information for my upcoming driving lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tagg une but sadly I dont think he blog anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://kamiliafasiha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kamilia Fasiha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://iamdarrenben.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darren Ben&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.mebubblethoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Farah Hanun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://kucaigila.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kucei lil K&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who is number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My besties. Knw her since last year. Besties of Ashrune also. aka mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say something about 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior in SMK Green Road. A reliable friend who's willing to spent his time listen to my sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How about number 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that hotty. I knw her thru the internet. Adik kesygan Hafiy la. Talk soo much and loves to krump. Interesting person I must say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who is number 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy who shared the same interest in music. A very kind and caring but hot tempered close and intimate friend. Never get to meet him in real life but hoping for that momment to come some day :) He's my pink hulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;number 3&lt;/span&gt;, she's always be a close and caring friend. my bestfriend all time. Cute and loves to doodles. We love HONEY STAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1574467639638335239?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1574467639638335239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1574467639638335239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1574467639638335239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged -.-'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/Sc77SqHbyYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/eu10CD-PP0c/s72-c/hagdad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6027616859058975956</id><published>2009-02-19T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:09:50.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Based on true story</title><content type='html'>I love animals. I really do and guys who love animal turn me on. It shows how loving they are.&lt;br /&gt;Huney, aku suka pusak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, having pets at home sounds pretty normal isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like having dogs and cats living under the same roof sound pretty normal to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im having that environment. But wait till you read what Im about to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll make it interesting and let you guess the pets until the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets name the owner of the pet Big Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get set go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paragraph one*&lt;br /&gt;Big Bear told me this story a few hours ago. He own his pet since its little until it grown. And Big Bear named his tiny pet BOB. This topic popped out when I sang Bob the Builder theme song. *gosh i missed that movie alot* CAN WE FIX IT? YES WE CAN!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Bob&lt;br /&gt;- Tiny&lt;br /&gt;- Living in Big Bear bathroom aka toilet since young&lt;br /&gt;- never get lost and no cage&lt;br /&gt;- just living in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;- always there to see you poo poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what's ur guess?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~* not just that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story of FRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred is another pet. I guess Big Bear is not the owner.&lt;br /&gt;Fred belongs to kak nysa I guess, kakak si Mr turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about Fred&lt;br /&gt;- tiny too&lt;br /&gt;- living in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;- always out during the night *rasa batman*&lt;br /&gt;- got a mark or tattoo or scratch * anything la. as long ppl will knw its him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was laughing when Big Bear told me this story. I bet you readers must be wondering what the hell did I just talked about huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bear is Maxximus * he's size is as huge as big bear*&lt;br /&gt;He's cuter than those ferocious bear in real life of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob is a spider that Maxxx own since Bob is still little.&lt;br /&gt;Bob nvr miss a time to see big bear poo poop, since Maxxx said that&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN ALWAYS SEE BOB EVERYTIME YOU POOPOOP * EVIDENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Fred is just a normal cockrach living in the kitchen lurking for foods&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how this guy can tell which is Fred if his house is filled with atleast more than one cockrach. *lol the tattoo at his back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a pretty awesome pet. I'll name my cockrach Oggy if next time I see any cockrach lurking in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;You may visit triple w dot tina is pretty silly when it comes to revealing a real story based on true experience which sound so bull shit but still true  dot com dot my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I don't celebrate Valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6027616859058975956?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6027616859058975956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/based-on-true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6027616859058975956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6027616859058975956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/based-on-true-story.html' title='Based on true story'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5430862163596047295</id><published>2009-02-19T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:22:09.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Extremely Annoying</title><content type='html'>Lots of words annoy me. Especially when its meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people wrote alot when others don't bother reading?&lt;br /&gt;Words~ No pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Unless if the words are huge or the standard size of reading I guess that'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Not like those tiny *ant size* wording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, think again. Who cares about these bunch of worthless wankers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that bitch. I seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so annoying when related to her. Geez wanker as she seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood : annoyed yet happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5430862163596047295?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5430862163596047295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/extremely-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5430862163596047295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5430862163596047295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/extremely-annoying.html' title='Extremely Annoying'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-83729510445231173</id><published>2009-02-09T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:07:48.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>The boyination event was full of sick moves. Lots of new faces, improvements but less crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to upload some of the vids I took on that day. Some of my pictures wont load idk y. *pissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SZDhDJD6mZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/WwmX9xm3maw/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SZDhDJD6mZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/WwmX9xm3maw/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300984205503273362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好 MIA . She's coming back on the 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-83729510445231173?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/83729510445231173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/83729510445231173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/83729510445231173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SZDhDJD6mZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/WwmX9xm3maw/s72-c/IMG_0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-9153493018001641719</id><published>2009-02-06T06:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:44:55.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>When I said WHATEVER, I meant it</title><content type='html'>*Gasp* Lets see, todays post is going to be, my blog has been dormant since *look at previous post* oh! Since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19th of January&lt;/span&gt;, two thousand and nine. I’m not sure if I still own the talkative bloggers mind anymore. I left school since last year and I neglect blogger dot com since 19th of Jan. What more?&lt;br /&gt;Lets make this NOT SO BORING ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I’m living a luxurious and wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement above is a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so, currently I’m very bored, I can’t find a perfect job, and I’m not having enough social like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina’s current update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I stayed at home most of the time helping with the house chores, watching TV, surfing the net, watching the new puppies I got barking, and most of the time suffering from bore ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I did the resume, checked everywhere for a nice job with a nice pay but still end up jobless. *I dint put a lot effort on this issue either*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. KAWAN!! Oh kawan. The definition of FRIENDS. I need them. Mia is going to chao cincao to Jakarta tomorrow and ASH nadai berita and Farah 2x5 having the same life ngan aku and the rest? Nad went to KL studying, Apish hilang kat outer space, Alek pun hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I’m going to stop writing about the misery after SPM and starts the event happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on 7 a.m February the 6th yada yada*skipping all the boring parts*&lt;br /&gt;And then somewhere around 9 pm when I was watching “the eagle shooting heroes aka she diao ying xiong zhuan” *you may google if you wan. damn that movie! I’ll never stop loving KUNG FU! Sory Farah, I’m not a big fan of bollywood movies”&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring oh Farah called! Damn how much I missed that hawt lil lady. Gila was chatting like usual almost one hour. The conversation goes something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah : hello tina ada?&lt;br /&gt;Tina : yes im speaking&lt;br /&gt;Farah : eh apa cer?&lt;br /&gt;wadever continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DAMN! I missed a lot part of the movies but it was worth it cause I missed my HUNEY * just incase Farah merajuk*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I get to keep in touch with Hafiy. He’s still a nice guy who kept to his words all the time. ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I get to keep in touch with my Darren too.. He’s soo far away.. too far.. too far..&lt;br /&gt;But something that made me wanna blog today is this thingy application in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I never, never, never, EVER read something that is truly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking this birthday application or whatever it is and what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SY-zgkjuIsI/AAAAAAAAA2g/aReDiJUlnA0/s1600-h/idak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SY-zgkjuIsI/AAAAAAAAA2g/aReDiJUlnA0/s400/idak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652658589049538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of post. I felt like playing typing race and anything which is available. The coming boyination is going to be lonely for sure. I might enjoy watching the event myself without company. After finished reading this post, I found myself talking like a jackass bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;~I'll post some pictures soon. Goodbye dear Loyal readers.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Yes you yang tengah baca tuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-9153493018001641719?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/9153493018001641719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-said-whatever-i-meant-it_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/9153493018001641719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/9153493018001641719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-i-said-whatever-i-meant-it_06.html' title='When I said WHATEVER, I meant it'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SY-zgkjuIsI/AAAAAAAAA2g/aReDiJUlnA0/s72-c/idak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8638471029036041579</id><published>2009-01-19T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:33:15.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>New~</title><content type='html'>It's a new year,&lt;br /&gt;A new start,&lt;br /&gt;New college's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;and a new guy is still not here. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old friends made the best days in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New to do list is set XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling new....~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i miss you my pink hulk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8638471029036041579?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8638471029036041579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8638471029036041579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8638471029036041579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html' title='New~'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7562304544181500737</id><published>2008-10-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Where is the LOVE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkn3nFgpfI/AAAAAAAAAso/_Z6QUVdeNeE/s1600-h/witl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262781475897517554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkn3nFgpfI/AAAAAAAAAso/_Z6QUVdeNeE/s400/witl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s the question that popped out. When I was young, I doubted that this world is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;All I had in mind was “believe what I saw, as believing my heart may result in otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes showed me hatred, jealousy, pain and worst there was no love at all. Watching love movies or any romantic silly puppy love sometimes disgust me cause to me it’s actually just some sexual lust instead of love.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, loving MCR seems to be a sin and we’ll end up being called EMO while MCR is actually alternative. * Im not a fan of MCR*&lt;br /&gt;Even when god created us with good brains to think positively and wisely, we just don’t manage to use it 100% wisely. I can live in this world with no one to love to and ignoring those who loved me, but I won’t idiotically make my life full with dullness.&lt;br /&gt;These experiences made me a better and stronger individual where I can live without depending too much on others.&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve chosen the second path. I chose to love and to be loved by people around me.&lt;br /&gt;That was what went thru my mind when I woke up today around seven looking at the greeneries through the window, smelling the morning breeze, and wow, what a bright sunshine shining on my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what I want to share for today, it’s about what I said at the beginning, this life if full of cruelty. I checked my mail today, trust me there’s a lot spammer in my contact list and when I check my mailbox everyday I can assure you that I receive 70% the same letter from different contact. SPAMMER! *that’s exclude Veter* He’s not. Just incase he read my blog. LoLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about checking my mail is select all delete&gt;select all delete&gt;are you sure?&gt;YES!!! So back to the point I was petrified when I read an email from a friend. Persecution towards innocent dogs. I have nothing in mind to describe or write an article about this matter. I don’t talk politics. I care about animals. Even a heartless person would probably feel pity those creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are more than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262775993105146146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQki4eF8YSI/AAAAAAAAAq4/B5hoGGa-LGs/s400/pic+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262775994310424258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQki4ilTdsI/AAAAAAAAArA/EJgjMX6b-0o/s400/pic+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the innocents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262776000421800818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQki45WXq3I/AAAAAAAAArI/erpiEbeHxgc/s400/pic+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the special equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262776003734468482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQki5FsK94I/AAAAAAAAArQ/kG-mDSgn8KU/s400/pic+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262776009541811202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQki5bUv_AI/AAAAAAAAArY/OHkMcDgwx6Y/s400/pic+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778941621672642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQklkGLEGsI/AAAAAAAAAro/bBXvRN0EcsQ/s400/pic+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778942905206802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQklkK9FSBI/AAAAAAAAArg/NxT4j5wQuiM/s400/pic+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mum once told me a soul is not in peace when dying without closing eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778953834964690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQklkzq8JtI/AAAAAAAAAr4/n_lkxvK-ffc/s400/pic+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what is life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778948580216674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQklkgGHD2I/AAAAAAAAArw/UqMkbQf07NE/s400/pic+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778960062099922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkllK3msdI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nJMKCoKDM24/s400/pic+10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262781476801070914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkn3qc7x0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/xpaeYjbSUSE/s400/pic+11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;looking thru the metal window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262781468187836690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkn3KXYQRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mvxXPhI2YUo/s400/pic+13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s.o.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262781470674163266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkn3ToKlkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HiOdHnHuAGc/s400/pic+12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;teary eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262781460575475410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkn2uAc1tI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1Mf3G2bZHvI/s400/pic+15.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the exhange of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the love? Can't find it? Show some love guys.. Show some love.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262810044839913554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQlB2isKaFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/GPoLZad4bvQ/s400/30102008231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-7562304544181500737?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7562304544181500737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7562304544181500737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7562304544181500737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the LOVE???'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SQkn3nFgpfI/AAAAAAAAAso/_Z6QUVdeNeE/s72-c/witl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8256176147278480738</id><published>2008-10-19T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>Im happy... I Really Am</title><content type='html'>He made my day. Hidup biar sedap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8256176147278480738?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8256176147278480738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-happy-i-really-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8256176147278480738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8256176147278480738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-happy-i-really-am.html' title='Im happy... I Really Am'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6516042967730713662</id><published>2008-10-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Imposible is nothing.</title><content type='html'>Adidas? NO! It has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;What Im going to post today is  undescribeable with words.&lt;br /&gt;I was exploring the youtube for hip hop dance routine. And yeah I saw one. *actually more* Its an old but cool one here.&lt;br /&gt;TADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Asian can dance better than Ang Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_qpXYBLb_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_qpXYBLb_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a lil bit Bored with basic hip hop routines nowadays. And when I was looking for contemporary piece, I found this one clip where a couple dance a contemporary piece beautifully. It sounds normal isn't it? Not odd at all? Well wait till you see it yourself. Even those who don't give a damn about dance will bother to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjWtaTtiZEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjWtaTtiZEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its inspiring how these 2 people continue to do what they love. To them Imposible is nothing. The girl lost her arm in a car accident while the guy lost his leg while he was young. Its very inspiring to continue thing that we love. The passion that's inside of them showed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6516042967730713662?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6516042967730713662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/imposible-is-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6516042967730713662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6516042967730713662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/imposible-is-nothing.html' title='Imposible is nothing.'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3303728873501585287</id><published>2008-10-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>A day spent during hari raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a guide on how to spend your time during Hari Raya – Written by great author Tina Ling A Ling A Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 categories :&lt;br /&gt;A – Open house and stay at home to wash dishes and serve the guesses.&lt;br /&gt;B – Didn’t open house and go for visiting&lt;br /&gt;C – None of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like Im in the C category.&lt;br /&gt;How to spend your day according to Tina Ling is as follow&lt;br /&gt;There’s 24 hours in a day *obviously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 9 something&lt;br /&gt;9 : ?? am&lt;br /&gt;BANGUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well you can’t straight away do task when you just woke up right??? So take 5 - 10 minutes to realize that you’re actually awake. =)&lt;br /&gt;Lets say I woke up at 9:30 a.m. took 10 minutes to sit on the bed and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: 40 a.m&lt;br /&gt;Freshen up man!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! You can spend 1 hour or more in the bathroom. Take bath, wash your face, brush your teeth, look in the mirror and talk to yourself for extra charisma, you can even sing in the shower too!!! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: 40 a.m&lt;br /&gt;The most important meal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast. I ate a lot since there’s no rendang, no kari, no sate, and no ayam masak merah, or lemang, *oh I can continue listing all the raya menu all day long but I won’t*. I ate my homemade cheese egg bread* or wadeva it is as long its roti telur cheese.. or keju.*wadeva* Let’s see. Preparing the ingredients took me 2 to 4 minutes including beating the eggs, heating the oil, cutting the bread and blap blip bleh. Cooking it took me around 3 minutes and to eat and enjoy it erm.. maybe 20 minutes so over all. 4 + 3 + 20 = 27 minutes J tada. That’s why I always passed my maths sub. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQySJ2oPJI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6OWKSyWRxNc/s1600-h/02-10-08_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378352884923538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQySJ2oPJI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6OWKSyWRxNc/s400/02-10-08_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you've seen was what I ate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378353706967250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQySM6noNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hN-jk6HWPBU/s400/02-10-08_0837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11: 07 a.m&lt;br /&gt;Clean the dishes. *what else?*&lt;br /&gt;You gotta wash after you ate right? Don’t just poo and leave your as* unclean! Eww in disgusted tone* and oh yeah. You have to flush once you’re done sh*tting. Hahaha Just like my Hankey. HOWDY HO!!! South park is nice =) and it took me around 30 minutes cause I have to cook for my dogs too. Oh yeah the 30 minutes included the time taken to feed my dog and washed their cage. *sigh* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQx2S_Nz9I/AAAAAAAAApg/uVbWaQcCCVQ/s1600-h/02-10-08_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377874300522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQx2S_Nz9I/AAAAAAAAApg/uVbWaQcCCVQ/s400/02-10-08_0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it looked nice isnt it? Eww its not.. and its the dogs food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQx2cYbJhI/AAAAAAAAApo/QeWBD9Ppp5o/s1600-h/02-10-08_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377876822173202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQx2cYbJhI/AAAAAAAAApo/QeWBD9Ppp5o/s400/02-10-08_0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;some cat biscuits and achovies head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11: 37 a.m&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the floor of a haunted villa. Yes I do not have a housemaid at home FOR NOW. And im glad being Cinderella *NOT* sweeping the floor and I found it very tiring.*duh* its like sweep floor = - energy – fun +sweat +stinky – time&lt;br /&gt;An unknown Cinderella wanna be. Sweeping the whole house is soo not cool and idk how long does it take to fin. I just can’t wait to finish it a.s.a.p. I guessed 35 minutes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376417680253538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQwhgp4YmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HdpHgU_z_tg/s400/02-10-08_0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: 12 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Look! How fast we can waste time doing necessary and unnecessary things. It’s lunch time wad else? I’ve been a vegetarian since the fasting month. But still, I haven’t drop any weight thou, not a single kg and Im still looking chubby no thin face.Cute nyer!! I dun really eat carbs now. All this while the only thing that went through my throat and into my digest system was apple, milk, celery sticks and eggs. No meat. NO!!! ok. Maybe a bit of ayam panggang from the ramadhan bazaar. *grumbles* Since my mum is away and I can’t really cook the suitable menu for my little brother n daddy, I masak ayam with wine. I can’t cook spaghetti since my dad don’t eat such food and I cant cook Chinese herbs thing either since my bro wont eat it. Guys can be very demanding sometimes. *no offend guys* let say masak, cuci, and cleaning the kitchen? Lama tuuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851098586777154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOXgPk1JBkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ByIK68WiObo/s400/02-10-08_0853.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zam zam alakazam. fuji apples.. masuk mulut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;12: 50 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Time for another shower. Deduct sixty minutes. – air + bil air.= akaun balance. OMG. The laundries, its terrifying. Banyak giler doh. Bodoh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378347805531138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQyR27m3AI/AAAAAAAAAp4/VQrM2T7l0XU/s400/02-10-08_0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wad an ugly scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;01: 20 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I don’t always shower for 1 hour that long in the bathroom. Having a closed house is a sad thing and not going out for visiting just make it worse. Have you ever heard of the word meditating? It helps a lot. I don’t do yoga like I used to anymore I concentrate in praying. This is my style of relaxing the inner me J Im not the holy type ok? Don’t miss judge me. With a lil bit of Yassin and tahlil it only took me 20 minutes. Tada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376806437794450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQw4I45spI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GYFiK8uygZI/s400/02-10-08_0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I prayed 4 times a day. Yes. I missed Subuh :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376811760482546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQw4ct7ePI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_xoij_P0kh8/s400/02-10-08_0819.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DVDs are nice. But boring if u keep on repeating the same scene again n again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377874198952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQx2Sm_-uI/AAAAAAAAApY/u-4jcp0FBNQ/s400/02-10-08_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wasted my $ buying this stoopit movie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376805509447410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQw4FbkPvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZHvR5w0j2ME/s400/02-10-08_0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes. Im a CLEO reader.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376806859213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQw4KdYCbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/y0gy6l3GjcI/s400/02-10-08_0815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoops i shudnt show this. But i did. Behind the closet of Tina Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;01: 40 p.m&lt;br /&gt;I shower longer lol. Wira and Darren are my current love one for the musician friends. I wonder where’s my passion towards music now? Milton koko told me once, the best thing he loves about me is my passion towards music. And yeah Milton is a great guitarist and he’s Hawt tooo. And when I met Darren and Wira *not met eyes to eyes* they both just pulled me back to realize that music is still apart of me. I left my instruments too long. Poor those baby. I spent some TIME in my room trying Darrens’ song and I got it like how he played and I edited it abit. I’ll upload the vid once I’m done composing the song plus the lyric of course. But it’s soo not fun playing my 5 string electric guitar *yes string putus-ed lol* I was playing my bass too but I haven’t figure out the tune of the song yet. Then I ran downstairs and unplugged the wires and amps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376424525126626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQwh6J02-I/AAAAAAAAAnw/7JMz2dO6--o/s400/02-10-08_0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks Darren. I got the tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376425216171874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQwh8ulX2I/AAAAAAAAAno/8h9DZvMCc8c/s400/02-10-08_0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 string electric guitar =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376803679535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQw3-nSA1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/5VxAUbcO-t8/s400/02-10-08_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wanna learn how to write tabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its 02: 45 p.m&lt;br /&gt;I can really kill time. Im the triple T k. Tina The Time Killer *lol* giggles. I was sitting on my piano chair and when I put my long fingers on the keys I don’t know what im suppose to do. Its been too long I dint play my baby. Wai seh..*dungu* ok.. I manage to compose a few odd melody and guessed wad? I felt relieved that I can still play piano. :P I wrote the song and the lyric and I got bored after a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376423776822306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQwh3XapCI/AAAAAAAAAng/EKldPCYYSMk/s400/02-10-08_0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The classic =) lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;03: 25 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pets!!! Hampir lupa. I gave my pet some shower TADA. They look be-eee-ai-you-ti-full :) that’s how a stoopit person spelt beautiful. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851099409217986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOXgPn5OecI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wbottMrt5Ic/s400/02-10-08_0850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they smell nice. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQySBGg0FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xhcFo9fdCiI/s1600-h/02-10-08_0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378350535626834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQySBGg0FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xhcFo9fdCiI/s400/02-10-08_0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;n they looked nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;04: 15p.m&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! *^^$&amp;amp;*_@^%^#*!!!! I hate it when my dad asked me to do his paper works. Its so frustrating and when I did a SINGLE mistake I’ll get to be in a rapper concert. Trust me my works are like ENDLESS???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252376418039297218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQwhh_e9MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/G5Jv-u56FX0/s400/02-10-08_0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate paper. As a nature lover, we should not cut down trees just to get paper. CHA! =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851108516125186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOXgQJ0e2gI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hU7YEBoU1ZQ/s400/Comp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;messy as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;06:50p.m&lt;br /&gt;Sneak out sometimes ok? And grab a bite in the kitchen. That’s the most strategic place. Chocolates are lovely but I was hoping a cool looking musician would bring lots of marshmallow and serenade for me. :) that would definitely make my day. Especially if he’s gonna sing kiss me to ME ME ME hahhaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378347363901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQyR1SUHvI/AAAAAAAAApw/s60_EHKA3sI/s400/02-10-08_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want marshmallow. Ferero is not dat nice even when it comes in lemon flavo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;07:20p.m&lt;br /&gt;Dah habis praying? Then continue to work desk. Lots of them are still waiting to be typed and printed. Sakit sakit sakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08:00 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Isyak isyak. Well you see, you can actually go through your day with work and you wont feel sad. This is a statement to workaholic only. But for me. it’s a nightmare that keeps never stop hunting. :( bueh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how you can spend you day boring-ly and empty-ly.&lt;br /&gt;And for more information you can always ask yourself. Cause in my blog, it’s the place where my words are my law. Cool isn’t it? At least it’s cooler than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with Fitrias’ bear from Max. Max is being such a sweet bf. The fur is soo soft and nice and the best thing is its made by Max himself. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377239524428466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRWQzSrI/AAAAAAAAAow/FimtbLbYgHA/s400/02-10-08_0822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aw. look at his tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377237940728514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRQXN8sI/AAAAAAAAAo4/1EQ0X94aw4U/s400/02-10-08_0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and his butt. Maxx tried hard to squeeze dat bear fat ass into a real tight jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377876002596434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQx2ZVBZlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/CA7LYQ1MqBo/s400/02-10-08_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it soo sad where the house is this HUGE. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRA0_YtI/AAAAAAAAAog/3rIB46HE8Uc/s1600-h/02-10-08_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377233770635986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRA0_YtI/AAAAAAAAAog/3rIB46HE8Uc/s400/02-10-08_0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im going home.? I was hoping that im farrr away from home.home sweet home is just a phrase that I dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRKJ9T9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/VcVspZpXbsM/s1600-h/02-10-08_0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377236274499538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRKJ9T9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/VcVspZpXbsM/s400/02-10-08_0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now i knw where to get Mia, Ash, Wira and Darren. That's the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRadAAwI/AAAAAAAAApA/qgxosrEN-jk/s1600-h/02-10-08_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377872365148130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQx2LxyV-I/AAAAAAAAApI/GxbYnN49_o4/s400/02-10-08_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now this is what i call a HAT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252377240649335554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQxRadAAwI/AAAAAAAAApA/qgxosrEN-jk/s400/02-10-08_0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sup nigger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851106189532610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOXgQBJx3cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/687-Y9OKPpI/s400/stage+4+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet .... oral sex on ... concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3303728873501585287?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3303728873501585287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-spent-during-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3303728873501585287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3303728873501585287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-spent-during-hari-raya.html' title='A day spent during hari raya'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SOQySJ2oPJI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6OWKSyWRxNc/s72-c/02-10-08_0836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6936434886359674222</id><published>2008-09-28T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SN-Gjf3sYnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ubk6o0iqyZo/s1600-h/Tapestry+Demo+(Lyrics).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251063634945925746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SN-Gjf3sYnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ubk6o0iqyZo/s400/Tapestry+Demo+(Lyrics).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im missing those old days. Where its only black and white. So simple and no complexity. The beloved Tapestry still remain in mind. The underdogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SN-ELaPpa1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/LO6HK-wwBHI/s1600-h/28-09-08_1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251063631924563314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SN-GjUnWDXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3z9myUSAZNw/s400/28-09-08_1940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bila stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251063634136826466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SN-Gjc2ygmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/da4ZAGaWHTM/s400/05-09-08_1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i were u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah, today its gonna be about the boys. I met a nice guy. Infact, he’s more than just nice. =). He’s so amazing. That’s all I can say. No! im not falling in love. Definitely not. Its soo amusing how he talked about music to me. what a coincident that we both love the same song, share the same things, going through almost the same situations. I can even guess everything about him correctly. And the same goes to him. I love his personalities. The way he talked, and the way he expressed things. Im hooked. Similarities don’t really mean anything. But he just seem to be the guy I wanna approach, the guy I wanna hang out with, the guy I wanna rely on, and the guy I wanna tell about all my secrets. I wanna approach him. Get to know him better. He’s my next target. I had enough with serious relationship… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, its about the other guy. The guy whom I’ve loved for years *almost 2 years to be exact*. Itu dia. Janganla berkata aku tidak sayang padamu. Tidak meletakkan mu dimataku. Jangan. Itu dusta. I do love you and always bear in mind about you this whole time. I am not as sweet as you to tell you how much I care about you. I am not the sweet talker type. And yes, I am not the nice loving friend. But I do treasure friendship. I do. Especially to those who appreciate me a lot. And you’re one of them. Im sorry I neglected you. Im sorry.. I’ve been saying the word SORRY for too much. And I’m too greedy for asking it over and over again that this time im not even sure whether im qualify for another forgiveness from you. I don’t know! As I grew older and older each day, im more confused about what im becoming. Yang ini atau yang itu atau bukan kedua-dua nya? Ash.. you’re my besties.. and will remain that way. Don’t think too much. But your prediction was right. I am busy and I ignored my hand phone too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih rindu si dia.. rindu yang tidak pernah lesap, ditemani luka yang begitu dalam sekali. Rakan2 ku, marilah kita bermain sepuas2 nya. We can jamm all night long. Sing how many songs as much as we want and don’t bother whether we sound great or no, and keep dancing on the dance floor with funky and idiotic moves like there’s no one is watching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251063634182836626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SN-GjdBwkZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/i3sRs7wiZqU/s400/Cards+(Letter).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tina ling a ling a ling&lt;br /&gt;bingung&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I laughed real hard today*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was the best phone talked ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6936434886359674222?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6936434886359674222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6936434886359674222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6936434886359674222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/them.html' title='Them'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SN-Gjf3sYnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ubk6o0iqyZo/s72-c/Tapestry+Demo+(Lyrics).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-245984394531703245</id><published>2008-09-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Hot outside, Cool in the Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's what I think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never hurt to have a great imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; seducing someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In my very own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-245984394531703245?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/245984394531703245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/hot-outside-cool-in-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/245984394531703245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/245984394531703245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/hot-outside-cool-in-inside.html' title='Hot outside, Cool in the Inside'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1598716412930199970</id><published>2008-09-25T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>He went away</title><content type='html'>Its exactly 48 minutes after I saw the body. He went away. His spirit went off leaving his body unmoved. John died. After living with me for 1 year+. I miss him. He’s soo big and he’s soo cute. Yeah I do love him. May the 100cm tall german shepherd rest in peace. Cek, John passed away but Judy is still in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiey. Happy birthday yea. You’re the special guy today.. Have a sweet 20 =) Mia.. My dog died… he’s eyes was red. I noticed something was different about him. I was about to feed him milk and give him vitamin… : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249952432980586898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SNuT7B-BcZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/USTafevSje0/s400/06072008130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he can push you and kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl in WATER MARGIN ONLINE. Her name is Azlin. She's a cute and surprisingly, she amazed me with her amature shuffling. I think she's way better than some girls in kuching. She's a new learner and she dance well.. cheers Azlin.. whatever you're up to, once you love it, don't let anything block your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9j-7jbfv1k&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=" border="1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1598716412930199970?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1598716412930199970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-went-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1598716412930199970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1598716412930199970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-went-away.html' title='He went away'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SNuT7B-BcZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/USTafevSje0/s72-c/06072008130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-943303803801567509</id><published>2008-09-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>Penyeri pagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love the sunshine today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It brighten my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Uh uh.. not going to let anything ruin my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its MINE! *grrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Losing a friend is something im very familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;They just came n left…&lt;br /&gt;That’s what you called a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Datang dan pergi.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re lucky, they’ll be back.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they just never appear again.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bestfriend in the other hand. Won't tell us how much they care. They don't say. They SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247900498862429570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SNRJsvtKVYI/AAAAAAAAAls/eQQhPuTGwhg/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm, criticizing, and non-positive comments from me,&lt;br /&gt;Think twice, or maybe think more and talk less,&lt;br /&gt;Is it something bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;Or something to make you realize. saying&lt;br /&gt;“I must correct my mistakes. Don’t just stop here. I should try harder in making it right”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t just jump to conclusion. Don’t!&lt;br /&gt;This is why we have hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;We learn that in school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes Mia, foolish people is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Keep wondering isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang manusia seperti ini buat dengan otak?&lt;br /&gt;Never appreciate the gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone or so called a friend&lt;br /&gt;Was there for me when I needed him&lt;br /&gt;Was a friend I can rely on&lt;br /&gt;Oh! What the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;A husband and wife still remain loving with bestfriends close by their side&lt;br /&gt;Your excuses are soo darn lame.&lt;br /&gt;Im not being polite towards someone who doesn’t give me respect.&lt;br /&gt;Whom I care that doesn’t give respect, but to the rest?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;Hidup makan mati.&lt;br /&gt;Itu hal mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A what so called friend, is like&lt;br /&gt;Is like a card.&lt;br /&gt;A TOUCH AND GO card.&lt;br /&gt;They came and affect your life&lt;br /&gt;Once they’re done they just ran off&lt;br /&gt;Flew away.*fiung oing oing*&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do not know how to make it sound like a wind&lt;br /&gt;While a friend who actually care for us&lt;br /&gt;Will always care for us even if they dint show it&lt;br /&gt;We feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stop when you're criticized.&lt;br /&gt;Infact, work harder.&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan kata-kata yang melemahkan semangat&lt;br /&gt;Buat better la… idiotas.&lt;br /&gt;Like me? Dislike me?&lt;br /&gt;Itukan masalah mu.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan masalah ku.&lt;br /&gt;I am me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Lies? Is it me? Or you actually?&lt;br /&gt;If you think what you did is the best for someone&lt;br /&gt;Then FYI you are TOTAL+ly wrong mister&lt;br /&gt;There’s this one person I knew,&lt;br /&gt;She is still the bestfriend of her crush eventhough he’s married.&lt;br /&gt;It means, loving someone doesn’t mean we have to be together.&lt;br /&gt;No… asal kamu happy janji bahagia..&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say third party, even the fourth fifth sixth millions…&lt;br /&gt;They will always remain happy&lt;br /&gt;Palak babi bodoh. You can’t be friends while having a love relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need insincere love or care for someone yang TIDAK IKHLAS.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan diungkit2 if you are really sincere.&lt;br /&gt;Tafsiran yang dibuat oleh orang seperti ini..&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic that is.&lt;br /&gt;*pathetic laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never blame someone who dint do mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;What for? We obviously know that’s not right and will we gain any benefit through that?&lt;br /&gt;Will we? Even if yes *well just incase anyone said that* probably that’s you.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not me&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to conclusion about what I felt is something I really really look down towards.&lt;br /&gt;Just think whatever you want cause not a single thing you thought was in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Infact it may be the opposite of what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father never leaves a daughter even when she’s married.&lt;br /&gt;This is not about whose task is that?&lt;br /&gt;A persons life belong to HIM and the responsibility belong to the person himself.&lt;br /&gt;Biar saja…&lt;br /&gt;Biar la. Alone. Pergi pergi dan jangan kembali.&lt;br /&gt;Asal usul mu bukan asal usul ku.&lt;br /&gt;I feel good…when the sunshine is on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;I love the morning breeze,&lt;br /&gt;I love orange&lt;br /&gt;I love the scene when the sunshine shines the sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;Im a Leo lady who loves sunshine and orange&lt;br /&gt;Orange brighten the days just like little lulu in old time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SNRJsnHr5gI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2lVI14BFRnc/s1600-h/WERFW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247900496557762050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SNRJsnHr5gI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2lVI14BFRnc/s400/WERFW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-943303803801567509?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/943303803801567509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/penyeri-pagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/943303803801567509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/943303803801567509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/penyeri-pagi.html' title='Penyeri pagi'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SNRJsvtKVYI/AAAAAAAAAls/eQQhPuTGwhg/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7822962930438776400</id><published>2008-09-12T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Appearance is deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;How many times I’ve been criticized due to my messy look.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I look like a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;I felt invisible that way.&lt;br /&gt;Never intend to be a magnet to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;How would people remember me as.&lt;br /&gt;To those who know me generally,&lt;br /&gt;A very cheerful person maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But how about those who know me well?&lt;br /&gt;Those who’ve seen my true colours?&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing me as&lt;br /&gt;The girl with silliness,&lt;br /&gt;Or the girl with a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to mend something as perfect as it were before its broken&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing that ever happen is&lt;br /&gt;It’s broken =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about misery.&lt;br /&gt;Its about how me manage to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;When I think more about life.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach gets noisier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ialah aku..&lt;br /&gt;Kamu siapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-7822962930438776400?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7822962930438776400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7822962930438776400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7822962930438776400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5335568393874055983</id><published>2008-09-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>What was these all about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like I said, things are balance.. It always does. The yin &amp;amp; yang.. The wave of our life...&lt;br /&gt;I learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much from my past.&lt;br /&gt;The first cut I obtained was seriously the deepest cut I had.&lt;br /&gt;The path that I grew up,&lt;br /&gt;I've crossed the hardest and most painful moment in life before.&lt;br /&gt;Simple crap wont affect much. The pain, I felt it before.&lt;br /&gt;I felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apalah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hidup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tanpa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;duka&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tetap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;memerlukan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressful&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well&lt;br /&gt;I've realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; stressful with studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; fed up of hypocrites *They're always alive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; totally sick and I can barely talk&lt;br /&gt;I realized my bright future lies ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; realize that one fact... one fact that I claimed its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ppl&lt;/span&gt; does not change,..They're just starting to show their true colour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; starting to be myself again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; feeling high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fiey&lt;/span&gt; like I used to *and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me! he was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;PNS&lt;/span&gt; without my notice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;backie&lt;/span&gt; back with My bubble..*and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; appreciating our moment together* I never want to do the same mistake again. Neglecting her while she puts up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; effort to stick with me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; being hate by bitches..&amp;amp; gosh! how I just love the feeling when they are not happy wit me! so long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;suckass&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; you know the more you got pissed with me, The happier I became. Thanks for making me the center of the world.*&lt;br /&gt;And the most important thing. I got all the people around me who love me... Who can bear with my imperfectness. Who can eventually accept the fact That I am Me&lt;br /&gt;I am silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; annoying&lt;br /&gt;Love to gossip&lt;br /&gt;etc etc *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ngantuk&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Begging to trespass my privacy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;plzzz&lt;/span&gt;. shoo! *one word*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; naturally a kind, cheerful, and I'll tend to ignore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I tell you what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; happy to treat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; like rubbish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The way they treat me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It not a pay back moment for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its a gift of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Plz&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;TQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over protective bitches are silly girls..&lt;br /&gt;Please don't care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much bout your bastards..&lt;br /&gt;And kindly.. leave me if you don't want me as you friend.&lt;br /&gt;Cause even if you do..want me..&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say that you are REJECTED ITEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5335568393874055983?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5335568393874055983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-these-all-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5335568393874055983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5335568393874055983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-these-all-about.html' title='What was these all about?'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5474528305150702950</id><published>2008-09-06T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Deep Circulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The silence of the night gives me peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I do not know the secrets that it holds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the darkness the sound of whispers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A deepening echo drawing near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I won't be the one to be weakened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your lies it cuts to the bone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your eyes it's filled with deceit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Past the ashes of fire I rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know what has to be done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can't care less for misfortune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is now too late to turn back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Making an impact that can't be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;True salvation has come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shedding it's light onto all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The unspoken now has a voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the visions appear for the blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm heading to greener pastures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leave the broken behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is useless to live in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When the future I'm heading to is unsure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shadows may return when the day turns cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My life my souls is for me to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243047423786126466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SMML2mNMjII/AAAAAAAAAlE/CeogcFP_XfE/s400/asdsada.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Friendship hope and love true love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Of the people that I've grown to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Made me realize how wrong I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To say that I would be forever alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Losing you is the best thing in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Losing you made me feel loved by others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Again and always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tina's standing on top of the world =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243053141896553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SMMRDb09ZHI/AAAAAAAAAlc/kMYBKrIx9ZE/s400/sfsdf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank you.. GUYS... for loving me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5474528305150702950?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5474528305150702950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/deep-circulation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5474528305150702950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5474528305150702950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/deep-circulation.html' title='Deep Circulation'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SMML2mNMjII/AAAAAAAAAlE/CeogcFP_XfE/s72-c/asdsada.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3534166536922387730</id><published>2008-09-03T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Bored? im doing something to avoid that</title><content type='html'>HOW MUCH HAVE YOU CHANGED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------6 years ago----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you?&lt;br /&gt;• 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;• Chung Hua No4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did you work?&lt;br /&gt;• nt yt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where did you live?&lt;br /&gt;• a place where u call HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where did you hang out?&lt;br /&gt;• Tepi parit.. best bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;• yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who was/were your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;• myself.. pathetic isnt it? *serious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How many tattoos did you have?&lt;br /&gt;• tattoo?? Hahah*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How many piercings did you have?&lt;br /&gt;• does holes for earings count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;• Hot wheels.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Had you been to a real party?&lt;br /&gt;• My real party back then was A party with balloon and lotsa lotsa cakes and delicious food.. So yeah I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Had you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;• I do have a crush.. But brken heart? nt yt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced:&lt;br /&gt;• Ding dong.. Im single.. and available:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------Today--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;• officially 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;• May we grow as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;• Part time musician..but 100% daughter.. Home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;• Home sweet home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where do you hang out?&lt;br /&gt;• Library.. SPM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;• Still but blif me.. nt loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who are your bestfriend (s)?&lt;br /&gt;• Manusia biasa yg hidup didunia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;• 2... Fake one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;• 4... :D double piercing on both ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;• hot wheels is totally out.. But in My GT4 profile.. I drove nissan skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;• Once.. And it was the best thing dat ever happen to me.. I learnt something in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced?&lt;br /&gt;• Im not available.this time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO : still reading the questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: sungkei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 DAY AGO: went to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1YEAR AGO: at this time?? having a normal 16 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: you!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: i fear?? not..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: like dancing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLAY: neopets and water margin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: rindu manusia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW: I have to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK: about him all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piercing: 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last food: toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted/called: My dear kuci2..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3534166536922387730?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3534166536922387730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored-im-doing-something-to-avoid-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3534166536922387730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3534166536922387730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored-im-doing-something-to-avoid-that.html' title='Bored? im doing something to avoid that'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-693454047700575833</id><published>2008-09-02T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Bukan semua milik ku</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finders keepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is that the principle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why can't we have all the things that we love? we want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why sometimes, we gt other things instead???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wonder for a short time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A friend of mine gave me a stapler which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; belong to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Asking me to keep something which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; even mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241560637342787474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SL3DoPF8p5I/AAAAAAAAAks/3TZJz2zOlHw/s400/03092008206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Namaku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terukir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diatas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are thousands of TINA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well on second thought,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually think it's cool and was hoping my name would be one of the cereals name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That would probably be awesome*i guessed*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hidup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jgn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;byk&lt;/span&gt; complain. Yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lepas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;biar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lepas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past is wad we called as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;EXPs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;experiences, mistakes, knowledge and risks we've taken and been through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And oh.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still keeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; stapler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The owner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It comes by itself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Giggles&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sunshine on the edge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3rd day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Puasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-693454047700575833?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/693454047700575833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/bukan-semua-milik-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/693454047700575833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/693454047700575833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/bukan-semua-milik-ku.html' title='Bukan semua milik ku'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SL3DoPF8p5I/AAAAAAAAAks/3TZJz2zOlHw/s72-c/03092008206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1702666792915330641</id><published>2008-09-02T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Bila Tina Datang Jiwang... Dia di hati...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said tonight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm staring at the wall,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder why,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You still won't come out tonight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and see me, help me when I'm down,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt so weak,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt lost sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And at night,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keeps me warm on my bed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are my sun,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giving your light to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever I feel insecure,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you come &amp;amp; protect me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with all your charms,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lighting my way everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No, I keep on waiting for that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could try, I really would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To spend my life thinking of nothing but you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and how I yearned,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hold you in my arms again,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter thru good or bad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would always stay,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever and a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You kept me thinking about you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll sing for you just this once,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause you're my inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of creating something beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its you, my sunshine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your absence has weaken my smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dengarkan lah ku bernyanyi, hanya untuk mu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jejaka impian ku...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aku sgt rindu...~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1702666792915330641?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1702666792915330641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/bila-tina-datang-jiwang-dia-di-hati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1702666792915330641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1702666792915330641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/bila-tina-datang-jiwang-dia-di-hati.html' title='Bila Tina Datang Jiwang... Dia di hati...'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8817915347097054378</id><published>2008-09-01T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Masih Rindu~~~</title><content type='html'>I think of you again,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think its you...&lt;br /&gt;Help me thru this long winding road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my imagination playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now your not around to see me lying down?&lt;br /&gt;Inside this fucking world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me not I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;Is all I heard from you&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise we were holding hands&lt;br /&gt;everywhere we go but its just a dream&lt;br /&gt;A fucking dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you kill me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just blame me&lt;br /&gt;Blame me for all the deeds&lt;br /&gt;I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;I know there is nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;If I have to sit&lt;br /&gt;I have to sit &amp;amp; wait&lt;br /&gt;For your respect&lt;br /&gt;Fucking your respect&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm searching inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing him...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do&lt;br /&gt;I miss my monkey face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sunday 31 Aug 2008, 10:55pm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8817915347097054378?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8817915347097054378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/masih-rindu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8817915347097054378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8817915347097054378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/09/masih-rindu.html' title='Masih Rindu~~~'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-8819407888776854143</id><published>2008-08-29T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>Terima Kasih Ku Ucap Kan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is a letter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I mean a card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A card from a nice friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A card from a classmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A card from someone that I can rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A card from someone who remembered my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and put an effort to give me something sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A card from Nadhirah Nadd~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~Nadd Rainbow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nadd is not a kid although you might think her handwriting would probably belong to a kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She's 7teen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and she lovee to doodle ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank you.. Beary much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239835828561023410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLei7Jq-kbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PEloJHLWKrQ/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction.. A card made of a piece of paper... But it's NOT EMPTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239835833125768130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLei7arTC8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IZFpMQTalA4/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the content&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239835834999513682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLei7hqCIlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/aMAReNg4wGE/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you see that??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239835836077343042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLei7lrAgUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/fUMbwAuo_Uc/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The touchy part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-8819407888776854143?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/8819407888776854143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/terima-kasih-ku-ucap-kan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8819407888776854143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/8819407888776854143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/terima-kasih-ku-ucap-kan.html' title='Terima Kasih Ku Ucap Kan'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLei7Jq-kbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PEloJHLWKrQ/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6403472552714438907</id><published>2008-08-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Hari Yang Indah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Todays post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm tryin something new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tanggal 23 Augustus 2008, pagi itu merupakan pengalaman yang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pahit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My days are getting worse and worse and all I could do was hoping things won't get into more serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been crying these days, I felt deppressed. Deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I argued with my day bout small crap. The morning rain was accompanied by my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's not even tears of JOY. I got so sicked of my SOI lately and hoping for my LUCK to come and rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As I thought things might get worse, I locked myself in my closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Having my phone in my hand, I called Mia up, she was busy preparing herself while me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Crying in a closet... *pathetic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mr L was busy outstation *wont wanna bother him while he's in car*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gambling with my LUCK again asking my dad for the last time, begging him for access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ACCESS DENIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I lied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ACCESS GRANTED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-.- soo much for being an honest person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bohong sunat kan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Akhirnya I managed to get out of the house yang ibarat BKN RUMAH. *nang morningmare.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239129717977361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUguGw7rSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/grkcn3fQwS8/s400/23-08-08_1151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fara did sumting to Mia's hair.. She permed it.. boleh tahan jak la skill fara tok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239129720761890354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUguRI0NjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/qc7PTuyp7xc/s400/23-08-08_1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wait till you see my work.. :D mia will look B-E-A-you-ti-full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238640627181313954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNj5RkSX6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pR0YRMrI0jQ/s400/23-08-08_1230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tada..yes, Mia is a Camwh*re &amp;amp; she's my Mia =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh....Mias LIMO is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fara was in the car too they both were gorgeous and Im the only one who dressed a lil bit empty and last year...*sigh* Nvrmind.. Retro is soo ON right NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651182398417922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNtfq0JrAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AimSK0raqf0/s400/Honeybunch(789).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sebab dia suk di peluk 2 org wanita cantek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239129729954310466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUguzYdaUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ifP-RfPOiQI/s400/ertret.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da da da du du du&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238656786771453202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNyl4uzpRI/AAAAAAAAAgA/N-c805OIh-I/s400/in+da+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;captionless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239129733920696354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUgvCKHqCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/a51DRCkGI2s/s400/fgdg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idk anything. jz doing what mia ordered me... SMILE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238656798586867298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNymkv0jmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/MZASU7ZI7SA/s400/Honeybunch(791).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we knw what we're doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bila dah sampai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;kami kelihatan seperti pengantin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We went to celebrate, cause Mia got herself a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SHE GOT PROMOTED TO BE A ON A GRAPE MAGAZINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Model la tewk. lol. jk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238647796108238802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNqaj5qH9I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LE5lvFZeh0Y/s400/23-08-08_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She look just like one. Sweet isnt it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bang z's bro is married kira kmk org tok gi penggilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238647795053122690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNqaf-GVII/AAAAAAAAAeI/YGsMeq-8eHc/s400/23-08-08_1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what I got, Nice isnt it? Curious what's inside??? -.^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238647792526608210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNqaWjux1I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/QM4VOagtSnU/s400/23-08-08_1137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That's the whole main point, we went to the wedd and it was AWESOME the story of how the grrom and the bride met from A-Z was sweet eventhough Fara &amp;amp; I was starving cant wait for the makan MOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im still wondering how does nasi minyak look like. Fara told me the rice that we ate isnt nasi minyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tapi takpe. it was nice too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238647799893472626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNqayAINXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Itl8rAg6nQ0/s400/23-08-08_1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See?? I can EAT THIS MUCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238647798381670370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNqasXr7-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/8CX0o2d6QaY/s400/23-08-08_1220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jk. I cuma makan byk tok jak. Tryin to eat like normal. malu bah org tgk makan lahap.. Pumpuan gik ya bah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651172143454802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNtfEnLWlI/AAAAAAAAAew/YpM71dm9B4o/s400/23-08-08_1222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makan makan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651177603676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNtfY8_ucI/AAAAAAAAAe4/66kYwLCeWO8/s400/23-08-08_1228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mia made this! The F - fara,firdaus,fasiha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238651177718300834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNtfZYUwKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/YEVw4fjK04c/s400/23-08-08_1229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kami sempat.... :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238656794842483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNymWzFzQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/fP3tlNkcJYs/s400/pink+lips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet defined us =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238656796384744338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNymciy05I/AAAAAAAAAgY/HL4v_DWJMPo/s400/fara+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D wide smile plzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238656789839759154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLNymEKWRzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q-BGQjKu6rY/s400/wonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;??? -.-'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aku makan banyak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mimy makan banyak lagi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Farah makan paling banyak la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tapi Mia makan paling sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hafiy was there too. Fara &amp;amp; I thought his hair look nicer. It took me awhile apa kes ngan rambutnya that makes him better looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh... Fara : dah panjang. He's evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tina : nang pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dah habis makan tewk, kenyang la.. What else happen? Bang Z nang BZ dat day.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guys in Baju Melayu are really hot. It was niceee to see those guys wearing baju melayu and serving foods. They're actually gentle eventhough most of em look typical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I planned to go &amp;amp; chill after the event. Lamak x jumpa the MATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a movie sounds fun.. &amp;amp; so, Fara was excited about a comedy ZOHAN... x ingat title nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That movie made our day... Nang gila bodo babeng tahap dewa.. We laughed soo loud &amp;amp; we eventually doesnt give a sh*t about the ppl. janji happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239132936040254930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUjpa-6jdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/BxLr1gd2O3s/s400/24-08-08_0750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ticket kenangan.. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239132937999962210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUjpiSJUGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/rFpnzrM2bX4/s400/Une(374).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kami sempat... kami sentiasa sempat bergambar.. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh.. I forgot to mention about these cheap stuffs I found out in Parkson... When I thought all the stuffs are getting pricey, I found something interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239417299308542962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLYmRitSe_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/uEnNi2J0doI/s400/ui8ui.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239463900099980002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLZQqELxKuI/AAAAAAAAAjk/okpFMugdo0E/s400/y6y6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239417285110161858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLYmQt0IYcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/R9FOHnV29y8/s400/45646.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239133995803895842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUknG6QaCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/miVpJcjaIdQ/s400/23-08-08_1330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yeap, everything is RM 0.99!!!*INI PENIPUAN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Don't ppl know that RM0.99 = RM1 since now we're not using 1 cent anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I thought the items are old stocks... Mungkin dah nak expire ka or what so ever but it turned out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239133998289610514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUknQK5ZxI/AAAAAAAAAho/Ey8yAFvclEU/s400/23-08-08_1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 March 2010.. Guess the ice cream company doesnt knw how to spell march/mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;+... I found this too!!! *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239417292273472994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLYmRIf_1eI/AAAAAAAAAjI/MzVYxP2xym8/s400/rert4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dint know they sell panties next to the foods... Yikes... Imagine when u're searching for ketchup and the can foods and you found girls panties next to it... *nice management...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;not just that...do you see that?? Or should I make you see that clearly???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239417297085206466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLYmRabND8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3LD6hWH35Cw/s400/tret5t.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239467713497727186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLZUICMpANI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KXUX0kSLjvg/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLYmQ_bK0OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3ytFOQFW9rA/s1600-h/Honeybunch(794).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239417289837301986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLYmQ_bK0OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3ytFOQFW9rA/s400/Honeybunch(794).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, she took this while I was observing the price there. A way leading to great financial management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239531388739411890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLaOCa9SX7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/3f_IMZklMFk/s400/Fara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;here u go Mia.. Finished edited by me..add on some sun spots to cover u knw wad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aight.. I knw..welcome to u mia..kira tek mok engkah lesbo ladies.. pi gorgeous will do :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;End of post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;p/s : my mood today is not fine... im having a backache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6403472552714438907?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6403472552714438907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/hari-yang-indah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6403472552714438907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6403472552714438907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/hari-yang-indah.html' title='Hari Yang Indah'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SLUguGw7rSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/grkcn3fQwS8/s72-c/23-08-08_1151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3179243695018503863</id><published>2008-08-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Siapa teman hidup ku?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SK6ol0OC_yI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hcDdcMjkoak/s1600-h/jio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237308784304652066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SK6ol0OC_yI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hcDdcMjkoak/s400/jio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;who is it? That's the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sick and tired or people asking the same question over and over again. Wonder how they never get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aku sudah berpunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statement that I’ll reply. It doesn’t matter who is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only god know. Whether I’ m single or not it doesn’t matter, cause I am definitely not so into guys currently, few bad relationships made me realized it's such a waste of time flirting around, love, It’ll just come and look for me by itself. So what I got to do is just wait and see. While waiting I’m always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt; to observe the hotties out there. “Hi guys, I’m tina :P”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Him with all my heart. My slavery is only for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash, my dear, someone thought you’re my boyfie, but forever you’re my love one and Mia too One three Hill remember???.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apish, dear someone thought you’re my boyfie too but yeah I’ll be your girlfriend close friend forever and you’ll remain to be my best silat mate ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who it doesn’t matter cause I know He always be with me even when I’m down, happy, alone, He’s always there. The LOVE for him will never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Allah S.W.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month I’ll try my best to complete fasting. Those delicious looking foods nang suka mencabar kesabaranku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, Edison Chen will always be My 2nd Love. Love tidak bermaksud gerek. Gosh, I have to accept the fact that Edison is not available anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki diluar sana, please I am not the hottest girl in the world. But, if you’re rich, handsome, kind, loving, caring, understanding, smart, and loyal Im here: p wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237309934553274914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SK6poxOsGiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-a6saOPXvSA/s400/What.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what a cam whore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p/s : officially done my paperwork at 7:59 p.m :D * free~~ at last!*&lt;br /&gt;Love yogurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3179243695018503863?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3179243695018503863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/siapa-teman-hidup-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3179243695018503863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3179243695018503863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/siapa-teman-hidup-ku.html' title='Siapa teman hidup ku?'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SK6ol0OC_yI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hcDdcMjkoak/s72-c/jio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7015988682955395317</id><published>2008-08-21T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Irreversible</title><content type='html'>I've made mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m confused,&lt;br /&gt;exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt down...&lt;br /&gt;Really down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I feel appreciated and hated at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will just be an experience and I'll start a better day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you... You made my day. :D your Presence lighten the path for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking to anyone except you. I have no idea what to call you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-7015988682955395317?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7015988682955395317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/irreversible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7015988682955395317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7015988682955395317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/irreversible.html' title='Irreversible'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-981030269181427240</id><published>2008-08-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Just not the right Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Expressing depression?&lt;br /&gt;Today just doesn’t seem right.&lt;br /&gt;Fiey, thanks for the birthday wish, dint expect you would send me something sweet.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Kushairy for the wish too.. And sorry for what I’ve done that make you so uncomfortable. I never intend to do so, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop being upset, it’s my day today, my Thursday, my birthday and eventually its MY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. L, you dint do anything neither do I. No apologize please since there’s no mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my ears yesterday. I was on phone for more than half day, means more than 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum,&lt;br /&gt;Mia,&lt;br /&gt;Bubble,&lt;br /&gt;Ash,&lt;br /&gt;Puiko,&lt;br /&gt;Shucq,&lt;br /&gt;Fiey,&lt;br /&gt;Alek,&lt;br /&gt;Nana,&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq,&lt;br /&gt;Kushairy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, talking to you people cheered me up. Yesterday was soo bittersweet. Indeed :D&lt;br /&gt;You know what??? Alright!!! I'm depressed!! I'm feeling sooo shit!! I just don’t feel right. I thought my day would be great. I guess I just have to go through another day and hope for a better day tomorrow. Cheers guys… thanks for the moment last night people. And ash, thanks for saying you love me.. I love you too :D&lt;br /&gt;Bubble… you’ve made my day… I love you too *I’ll treasure the chance you’ve given me.&lt;br /&gt;And Mia.. don’t feel bad bout today.. I'm not feeling right too…&lt;br /&gt;Puiko.. wo hen xiang ni ye ai ni… ni chen de dui wo hen hao… stop watching horror movies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I’ve heard lots of stories going on. I'm getting tired of school and really wish I don’t have to go to school. Its like a piece of shit and crap doing stupid homework and getting lecture by the teachers who grumble too much? School is so tiring! The reasons students not getting enough sleep = school work!+tuition= hectic!&lt;br /&gt;Tiredness! Really tired with the school environment… can’t those GAI people just get out of my face!! You guys curse??? I wanna curse like you’ll never know who’s the real me… I do curse! I do get annoyed and disturbed! I do for your information! I do… I'm a human being too for god sake… Stop wearing like a piece of crap. I wont bother if you don’t bother with my life… I'm getting pissed and fed up with all the hussy and stupid way of life to some teenagers… Know I understand why some people just cant stand bothering people’s business, it really annoyed me. Yeah I know its not my life no my business, slap me for being such a stupid crap talking so much about other people in my blog, mentioning so much about them during my birthday.. Birthdays are just ordinary days where you expect to get lots of wishes for friends isn’t it?? Taik babi… IDTS. Horrible day! Ignore me, and if you finish reading this, thank you for paying attention to my mumblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know!!! Todays is the worst day of my life.. I hate birthday...Birthday sucked like hell!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't see any rainbow anymore... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I can see are raindrops falling on the ground...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falling on my head...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no moonlight during the night,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I needed some light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None... none... none...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like killing myself today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im not just depressed, im stressed Im unhappy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt like stupid idiotic girl ever :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, let me be alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes i just wish the whole world would dissapear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; im the only human left on earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of today post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-981030269181427240?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/981030269181427240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-not-right-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/981030269181427240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/981030269181427240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-not-right-day.html' title='Just not the right Day'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-4450707403563471211</id><published>2008-08-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>A letter for the Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKg8ZKVaJlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rB2yMlI_2oc/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235500969786746450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKg8ZKVaJlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rB2yMlI_2oc/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The title has done its job again =) whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear birthday boy, since you know its your birthday today, you know who you are Mr L =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few wishes for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I may not be the FIRST to wish you “happy birthday” not the first to text you like other people will. Texting you at exactly 12 midnight just to notify you it’s your birthday today. And not to forget, I may not be the first to send you a happy birthday comment in friendster or facebook. Nope I dint. In fact, I wished you abit late, around late morning today isn’t it? Yeah, sorry for not being the first which I thought you might expect me to wish you earlier. I supposed? =) But do bear in mind, that I was waiting for today to wish you happy birthday since I’ve read your blog regarding your previous birthday. *pathetic last year* so I might as well take this opportunity to say SWEET 9TEEN MR L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get Well Soon =)&lt;br /&gt;Apahal you asyik sakit? If you know your immune system ain't strong, then don’t force yourself. Few tips here, makan la vitamins. Pa guna pharmacy jual vitamins? 2ndly, don’t push yourself too hard, mun dah lelah gilak take a rest and drink more h20 to prevent dehydration. =P Badan jak besar tapi cepat sakit. Don’t expect me to take care of you cause I can’t even take care of myself and remember you’re a big boy that named yourself LIL K *Aaswan is right your not even lil but that won’t hurt* *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All the best for STPM&lt;br /&gt;As what I’ve heard STPM is not an easy paper. I once heard it’s the 2nd hardest paper for in the world *referring to science stream paper*. Adakah hanya bull? No idea too. Jadi like what you’ve told me yourself. Blaja betul2 kan? Since I’ve missed solat hajat occasion twice, I’ll rather pray at home pun dapat bah but really appreciate that you’ve prayed for me too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, *herm*&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of how to write you the best letter. But yeah my words aren’t that great to touch a person’s heart. Am not Shake spears. So, conclusion bout me no beautiful words. I’ve not prepare any special gift for you my dear as thou are hard to be understand. So as requested, here you go. MWAX. Keep it in your mind is enough cause you can’t buy my kisses elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;You’re one funny guy and a friend I treasure a lot. No one can eventually take your place since I dint see any guys like you. Kucei, remember that, it’s odd now that I’m getting to know you more only recently even though we’ve grew up together since I’m 13?&lt;br /&gt;Again. Have a prosperous year. Lalek saja you illness, it’s your birthday. And don’t you dare give me credit again. I owe you to much.. too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*p/s : if you're wondering why it took me so long to reply ur msg. Im writing this letter.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235494003721547362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKg2DruCrmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/R-KfRW_tEi0/s400/sdf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Mrs L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-4450707403563471211?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4450707403563471211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-for-birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4450707403563471211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4450707403563471211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-for-birthday-boy.html' title='A letter for the Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKg8ZKVaJlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rB2yMlI_2oc/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1029721885709249235</id><published>2008-08-14T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>15 Minutes is all it takes to recall the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some phrase from the “kung-fu Panda” movie said : There are NO accidents. Do you believe in FATE or you think it’s just another accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha was wondering... I met bubble the day before yesterday coincidently at PNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A text from her asking me for a study group at PNS and I was wondering whether she’s there as I was studying for my next subjects at PNS too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my phone wasn’t reloaded so I ended up text-ing her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please call me back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did it again… She called and we met XP&lt;br /&gt;She always try to keep in touch with me and believe me, she always have the effort to keep the friendship we built. Really appreciate this and my apologize for being too busy. I had lots of bad relationship for not being able to spend my time wisely for my love ones. Always try to fulfill my dreams and my needs that I had neglect them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feel when I met her. There’s no awkward feelings and I felt like we’re still bff and it’s as if we never fight before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly we hugged each other and yeah we did some talking and she did put on a lil bit of weight and she’s surprisingly maintaining her amazing-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so little time and too much to talk about. Just like old time when she calls me teddy and I’ll call her bubble. I guess friendship do last forever even when sometimes sh*t do happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! We did snapped a few photos *cheers*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBMrT6gfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/w3iP9wSaPdU/s1600-h/13-08-08_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943302905266674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBMrT6gfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/w3iP9wSaPdU/s400/13-08-08_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we look like sisters aren’t we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBMlimuLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wYSLWNILCyw/s1600-h/13-08-08_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943301356271794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBMlimuLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wYSLWNILCyw/s400/13-08-08_1742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love her things. Still do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBMyx7wYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cVxUAxRuVKo/s1600-h/13-08-08_1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943304910225794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBMyx7wYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cVxUAxRuVKo/s400/13-08-08_1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something being snapped again and again. -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBM1nGI2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/AYHEBGeu2Jw/s1600-h/Just+like+old+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234943305670075234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBM1nGI2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/AYHEBGeu2Jw/s400/Just+like+old+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the caption says it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1029721885709249235?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1029721885709249235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-minutes-is-all-it-takes-to-recall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1029721885709249235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1029721885709249235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-minutes-is-all-it-takes-to-recall.html' title='15 Minutes is all it takes to recall the past'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKZBMrT6gfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/w3iP9wSaPdU/s72-c/13-08-08_1741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-3643610005474438847</id><published>2008-08-13T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was dope. The 2nd night was AMAZING. We had all the fun that we needed. I Love You =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKK_xmQORsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eUUXmgRs4S8/s1600-h/Image(396).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233956575761024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKK_xmQORsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eUUXmgRs4S8/s400/Image(396).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being heroes for one night is like a dream come true. 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Apology for my bad performance on the first night. I'll do better for the Solo :D was doing a footwork instead of Sapuan.. Jiwa selamat. Love yougurt =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-3643610005474438847?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e26693f72241ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3643610005474438847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-dope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3643610005474438847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/3643610005474438847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-dope.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKK_xmQORsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eUUXmgRs4S8/s72-c/Image(396).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5383865226730565267</id><published>2008-08-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best cure - Friendship'/><title type='text'>It's not always about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today, it’s not going to be about me. There’s this one guy whom I just knew last year. A guy who’s not like others and I don’t think you can find anyone else just like him. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’re classmate since last year; we were band mates too… My first impression towards him was: Is this guy even from EARTH?? I asked myself. He’s indescribable. He’s good in guitar, real good. But one thing about him. He’s a lazy arse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKDMfj1DC-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-w1rWu6-ZVU/s1600-h/Alek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233407609570266082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKDMfj1DC-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-w1rWu6-ZVU/s400/Alek.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah Lek Cina Pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKDMf5jXJQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GPc8_2ZwcvE/s1600-h/Alek1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233407615401665794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKDMf5jXJQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GPc8_2ZwcvE/s400/Alek1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKDMf79JJjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-7rSxj4RIeM/s1600-h/Alek2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233407616046671410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKDMf79JJjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-7rSxj4RIeM/s400/Alek2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, silly guys like him are hard to be found. We were close friends last time till he changed. Everyone changes, who doesn’t?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's one guy you'll never forget once you get to know him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexius Kelupu. Yes, I was writing about him. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5383865226730565267?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5383865226730565267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-not-always-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5383865226730565267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5383865226730565267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-not-always-about-me.html' title='It&amp;#39;s not always about me'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SKDMfj1DC-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-w1rWu6-ZVU/s72-c/Alek.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1699569590937528196</id><published>2008-08-05T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>Msih JUGAK bz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021799747806370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSnJpK5KI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0pN53OprDww/s400/G+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;funny me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, the concert was over. No more energy needed for practises and rehearsals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, still busy kan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre semester 2 is just ahead while it's only less than 3 month till trial SPM. Lagi2 PASCHA comp is going to right after school hols.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry for the temporary silence as I have more urgent tasks to be finished than writing my silly blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pikir2 kejap* Who am I apologizing to? Nvrmind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, lotsa people love the show, YEAH GREENIANZ NITE ROX!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I totally got the crowd there.. I'm gorgeous on stage.. Not physically yeah.. plz no...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macam2 comment I've received&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tina, kacak u main.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Is that you Tina? Biar betul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Kitak kedak kenak rasuk antu aih...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tina, you don't look like you (mia :D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- DOPE ( ash)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Nice performance(KUCH aka mr L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*kuch, thanks. u're my no 1 fans yeah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;received his text straight after I performed the Pembukaan event.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidup ku tak selalu manis, tapi Hati ku gembira ditemani mereka yang Manis :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile sweetly :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mia got me few pics bout the event that occurred that nite.. SHiat...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021272243393282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSIciUUwI/AAAAAAAAATw/bJi_pZk2yeE/s400/A+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;photomaniacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021276036156930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSIqqlTgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xlUqcfkYJE4/s400/B.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when the world is black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Im always white and mia is always &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021279519234402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSI3pA2WI/AAAAAAAAAUA/NmN9Q68D8Hs/s400/C.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;those old times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021284998438114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSJMDW3OI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7dDarMvdNHg/s400/E.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;till death seperate us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021280291848738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSI6hOAiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AYwX6FwFjVI/s400/D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knw i knw..nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021804781084162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSncZMngI/AAAAAAAAAUw/L8-yQ1hsGUI/s400/I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nvr fail to be cute Xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021797333301090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSnApgd2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZSwu2YAnPjk/s400/F.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the pic has spoken. :D me &amp;amp; Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231021799166031746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSnHedt4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/SGuBOdEGjp4/s400/H.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;was only trying...Xp just an act which I LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW Apiz &amp;amp; I are not couple.. But yeah I know we're sweeter than any other couples that nite.. Thanks for the act APIZ :D.. Mwaxx sayang kamu ya.. :D And thanks for helping me with the show...EXTRA credit to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1699569590937528196?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1699569590937528196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/msih-jugak-bz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1699569590937528196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1699569590937528196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/08/msih-jugak-bz.html' title='Msih JUGAK bz'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SJhSnJpK5KI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0pN53OprDww/s72-c/G+Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-4870254809289095261</id><published>2008-07-28T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Life is still the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I continue my days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As each day pass...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realised I've spent too much of my time for works...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends, love ones and even families&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;were all left behind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For I still aftering my dreams...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah.. so much for the SIGH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My winnings is nothing compared to what I've lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study, Competitions, And yeah Performance...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-4870254809289095261?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4870254809289095261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-still-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4870254809289095261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/4870254809289095261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-still-same.html' title='Life is still the same'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-2671667443794222437</id><published>2008-07-08T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>1, 2, dan 3</title><content type='html'>Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Halo,&lt;br /&gt;How are you??&lt;br /&gt;Konichiwa?&lt;br /&gt;Apa Khabar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertain me... I'm bored... Filled with sadness and boredom  at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good mood and i need someone to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word for today&lt;br /&gt;Shiat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-2671667443794222437?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/2671667443794222437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-2-dan-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/2671667443794222437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/2671667443794222437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-2-dan-3.html' title='1, 2, dan 3'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-6050609097407527369</id><published>2008-06-13T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:04.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Oh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I invoke the path and experience of universality so that the jeweling luminosity of my immortal mind be unfolded within the depths of the lotus centered if awakened consciousness and I wafted by the ecstasy of breaking through all bonds and horizons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm drunk... Ignore me... *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Magik;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-6050609097407527369?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6050609097407527369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6050609097407527369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/6050609097407527369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh.html' title='Oh!!!!'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-5402346159895513156</id><published>2008-06-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:05.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wave Of Life'/><title type='text'>Apo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera diucapkan kepada yang dihormati para pembaca yang tidak diketahui.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Izinkan kamek untuk memulakan post kamek pada hari tok.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ceritanya camtok actually. Tadik cam biasa kedak hari-hari biasa kamek main computer tewk. So sekali la check friendster lepas dah brapa hari xcheck.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually mok tulis kedak biasa juwak pi ya la tewk nangga2 testi dari cdak friends tok haiz.. mula la datang pelik hari tok.*apa dikrepak I tok kah*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, things are getting weirder&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I nangga testi dari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/19399802"&gt;Kash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/51500956"&gt;Chima&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/37450223"&gt;Zach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/16562837"&gt;Hazwani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/62472206"&gt;Eva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/36018382"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/17370299"&gt;Arse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/27818521"&gt;Rahmat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/13877749"&gt;Hardizie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/13456537"&gt; Luthfi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebab utama kenak hari tok kamek eager gilak mok blogging lam bahasa Sarawak yang tercinta cuz dapat testi dari Arse, Aok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titlecommentslink"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="titlecommentslink"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/17370299"&gt;aShRuN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt; document.write(fMakeDate("2008-06-09 03:13:16","-7","%M%M/%D%D/%y%y%y%y %h:%m%m %a")); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;06/9/2008 6:13 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we will tina! ='D heee....&lt;br /&gt;blogg??!! haha..hell no..unless my english is better~ i will start one~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey..sorry tday..i late....balik dari skool trus pg umah nenek..&lt;br /&gt;kakya cycling pg umah =_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no credit dear.. sorry yea~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I gik menunjukkan effort I dalam pursuing arse untuk ada segik blog. Walaupun bahasa Sarawak I tok pelik SIKIT JAK pi aok I ada effort untuk mencuba.. Jangan pernah malu untuk bercuba. Tapi malu la untuk malu mencuba.. chuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yang lebih menggelikan is… bila baca testi dari Hardizie aduh… I dapat migraine straight away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="titlecommentslink"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/13877749"&gt;Nabil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt; document.write(fMakeDate("2008-06-09 05:33:34","-7","%M%M/%D%D/%y%y%y%y %h:%m%m %a")); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;06/9/2008 8:33 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sokalan:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     1. Binatang apa badan kecik tapi palak besar????&lt;br /&gt;     : Tuna pakei helmet....wakakakkaka&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     2. binatang apa suka menjimat ruang???&lt;br /&gt;     : Tuna Dalam tin.....suka berhimpit macam tuna....&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     3. Binatang apa pandei street dance???&lt;br /&gt;     : Tuna ling la..........wkaakakakak.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even soalan pun spell salah typo da juwak.. Aduh sakit hati eh.. Bang dib bang dib.. Suka jak molah lawak…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you not entertained? Arse? I mean satisfied?? It’s your stuff ok?? Stop worrying about the others. Kenak la mok malu and mala jak jak tulis post dalam English? Kita sabagai rakyat Malaysia patut memupuk semangat patriotisme dalam diri! TAUK??Expose la diri anda yang tidak seberapa dalam bahasa ibunda. Even penyanyi Winni Ho pun dalam nyanyi lagu indon so no exception untuk orang Cina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-5402346159895513156?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5402346159895513156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/apo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5402346159895513156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/5402346159895513156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/apo.html' title='Apo?'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-2182745307295664337</id><published>2008-06-07T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:05.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Jatuh Cinta Lagi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh... He's soo sweet.. Very sweet and she's falling in love again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking precaution after the previous relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys aren't  so gentle all the time , sometimes being egoistic too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But he's just sweet... yeah haven't show his true color yet but she's so into him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one is perfect.. Remember?? He just know how to capture her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoping he's not like a rose... Nice to see, beware with the thorns though. Ouch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I know.. I know ada orang jatuh cinta lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-2182745307295664337?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/2182745307295664337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/jatuh-cinta-lagi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/2182745307295664337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/2182745307295664337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/jatuh-cinta-lagi.html' title='Jatuh Cinta Lagi...'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-7180042798809839525</id><published>2008-06-05T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:05.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap~'/><title type='text'>Oh.. I've realized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright &lt;a href="http://fitrianoviani.blogspot.com/"&gt;Che&lt;/a&gt;, here goes the lagu puisi video... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha Almost forgotten about the existent of the video till &lt;a href="http://fitrianoviani.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fitria&lt;/a&gt; asked about it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*giggles* oh well It was lame indeed but ooh yeah that's when I met lotsa cute guy...Whee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh... No comment requested for this vid yeah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its lame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quality is really low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yeah we weren't great. So be entertain with something not entertaining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a5c947a51b0df8f1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlUhzc1kfqwXj3oJyn7o64sW2u4ftVxkgv7DGRK5Zl636sq0kW1PMn_JKMZue_t9tanxJnRjwDhoMPF2kt9UVRyhe4pXo-8UBbU06PgNfxJADf8NsTmQmNumeLUrLDMumNR090iR9lU92pfjP8vlO_p6a2vpXXJbTq-Hq3F_u9_Wy2D5rZkVH5fQGCpNxJV4SHV22AcAaopYAUrBkNXFUJs4%26sigh%3DUnmMla26Qc8mzn7Nk0v3Bu-6pqI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5c947a51b0df8f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D0tgjmPq6MZ-dZntQDrXIxeKdtSw&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlUhzc1kfqwXj3oJyn7o64sW2u4ftVxkgv7DGRK5Zl636sq0kW1PMn_JKMZue_t9tanxJnRjwDhoMPF2kt9UVRyhe4pXo-8UBbU06PgNfxJADf8NsTmQmNumeLUrLDMumNR090iR9lU92pfjP8vlO_p6a2vpXXJbTq-Hq3F_u9_Wy2D5rZkVH5fQGCpNxJV4SHV22AcAaopYAUrBkNXFUJs4%26sigh%3DUnmMla26Qc8mzn7Nk0v3Bu-6pqI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5c947a51b0df8f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D0tgjmPq6MZ-dZntQDrXIxeKdtSw&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We got first... Yeah.. In my dream.. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-7180042798809839525?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a5c947a51b0df8f1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7180042798809839525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-i-realized.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7180042798809839525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/7180042798809839525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-i-realized.html' title='Oh.. I&amp;#39;ve realized.'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1001156398548900311</id><published>2008-06-04T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:05.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>The day that made me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, mulakan dengan Bismillah,&lt;br /&gt;There she goes. Tada tada there she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;Aright I’m crapping again…&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’m here again&lt;br /&gt;In front of the computer, writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;And so here’s the content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was amazing…&lt;br /&gt;What would be more exciting than hanging out with people you love???&lt;br /&gt;Yeah another hang out with ARSE and MIA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054925333351842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa6XHM3zaI/AAAAAAAAASc/bLYNXmPX1FQ/s400/1_896193365l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We looked sweeeet :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054925333351858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa6XHM3zbI/AAAAAAAAASk/0AITPNyxhes/s400/1_935246502l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She said I'm a monkey??? Jaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054409937276242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa55HM3zVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iXIxdOhwRj0/s400/1_103094705l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arse xmok join.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054414232243554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa55XM3zWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3YLKj_GDR9A/s400/1_114514194l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funny me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054418527210866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa55nM3zXI/AAAAAAAAASE/hqXy15KW1aw/s400/1_292018302l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oooo my hair cruncher.. its home made!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054418527210882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa55nM3zYI/AAAAAAAAASM/RpO8RRuJc5I/s400/1_417183228l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wheee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They’re just wonderful and WALA they made my day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the most exciting chit chat today…. Oh yeah…&lt;br /&gt;I just love our topic and thanks to Arse he brought me marshmallows!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha he knows I just love em!! Mwaxx arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see???&lt;br /&gt;Today we gained&lt;br /&gt;????? Calories from the junks arse, miaw n I brought&lt;br /&gt;????? Information and secrets we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in exchange we’ve killed the time… :D it was worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054422822178194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa553M3zZI/AAAAAAAAASU/t5yNaxVer4Y/s400/1_470877066l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ding dong!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve realized even how we tried to ignore hypocrites; they just wont stop and never get tired to appear in our everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;It really annoys me how come such fool would blind people and at the same time are being admired too?? Being salute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada ketika yang sama, aku terkenang seseorang dan terfikir tentang hidupnya yang tinggal dalam kepalsuan.&lt;br /&gt;Kelekaannya terhadap dunia…&lt;br /&gt;Setiap manusia tidak sempurna…&lt;br /&gt;Ini yang membuatku sedar, hidup didunia hanya sementara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I got people who appreaciate me and love me.&lt;br /&gt;They taught me to ignore and just let go of those who acted they love us…&lt;br /&gt;Fame, ego, its always there…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people just change…&lt;br /&gt;Bertukar….&lt;br /&gt;Kapan lagi akan ku bertukar menjadi superhero kegemaran ku&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be the pink ranger when I was a Kid.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I got my ambition to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;But….&lt;br /&gt;After I got a serious burned when I was experiencing a failed mission while cooking&lt;br /&gt;I got scared with fire and I just cant take my eyes off to see the pretty Barbie dolls. They’re just soo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;So I got a 2nd ambition, I wanted to be a hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;That ambition stick in my heart till now.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I just love to eat…&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, there goes again my 3rd ambition is to be a chef.&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve decided I wanted to marry a chef, I focus in succeeding with the 2nd ambition…&lt;br /&gt;Oh great!!! I ended up telling stories about my ambition isn’t it???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1001156398548900311?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1001156398548900311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-that-made-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1001156398548900311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1001156398548900311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-that-made-me-smile.html' title='The day that made me smile'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEa6XHM3zaI/AAAAAAAAASc/bLYNXmPX1FQ/s72-c/1_896193365l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-1204097346599224909</id><published>2008-05-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:05.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was Wondering~'/><title type='text'>Friday...Freaky?? Fu*kin....</title><content type='html'>Ooh... I feel like blogging... OK. It's been&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; awhile&lt;/span&gt; I dint blog... INDEED~ &lt;div&gt;OK.. what's on my mind right now??? No content for today post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like blogging cause I want to but I can't think of anything interesting today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know the main reason... Holiday is not always about fun... It sometimes end up with boredom ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, *sigh* what time I woke up today???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jam 12 : 46 p.m if not mistaken?? I got insomnia every Thursday &amp;amp; Friday ever since I got banned from going for Silat practise after the competition... *haiz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly at that time I'll recall the times I'm suppose to be at GYM practising and fooling around disturbing those &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cute boys&lt;/span&gt;.. *whoops* I mean my mates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206181512138444034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEASgHM3zQI/AAAAAAAAARM/YcG-Np3-Ijo/s400/23052008072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're not ready yet.. Still wondering what pose???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206181525023345938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEASg3M3zRI/AAAAAAAAARU/IC4qi9COAMk/s400/23052008073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKAY!!! Everybody.. buat Cakar!! except me.. peace.. CUTE~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is silly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.. I took a few pictures wondering how does my smile look?? still maintain?? I noticed in every pic of my smile.. My smile look exactly the same..! exactly..... It's filled with my accent.. the flavor I've added in make in more sweet.. Oh!! hahaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206181533613280578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEAShXM3zUI/AAAAAAAAARs/tazdkfErzb0/s400/30052008077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not acting cute.. Sorry. I'm acting dumb..but obviously.. I look cute.. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206181533613280546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEAShXM3zSI/AAAAAAAAARc/Tc18P_032OE/s400/30052008075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorrow nvr die?? Nah.. My smile never die : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206181533613280562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEAShXM3zTI/AAAAAAAAARk/hpJ4c3Upynw/s400/30052008076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids, don't forget to brush your teeth so you can smile like this one here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called Mia straight away after I'm awake... cancel out hang out today... Disappoint Arse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argued with Didi today.. OK we fought as usual.. Amazingly after I've join Silat.. I'm a better fighter.. I just love his look when he fall after i twist his leg.. Hi.. bitches.. I'm always &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; when you guys wanna fight kea?? I felt confident!! Ding Dong!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : MIA.. I took your song...Wo ai nie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680652267259008858-1204097346599224909?l=tinaling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1204097346599224909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/05/fridayfreaky-fukin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1204097346599224909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680652267259008858/posts/default/1204097346599224909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaling.blogspot.com/2008/05/fridayfreaky-fukin.html' title='Friday...Freaky?? Fu*kin....'/><author><name>Tina Ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121159660730420919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SgQH7PsQRGI/AAAAAAAABAw/h5NM0bhhVTw/S220/DSC00067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HARjqr_B96s/SEASgHM3zQI/AAAAAAAAARM/YcG-Np3-Ijo/s72-c/23052008072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680652267259008858.post-859003822958564844</id><published>2008-05-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:31:05.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Great Day'/><title type='text'>KemegahanKu terbukti di kemenangan yang bertapok disebalik Kekalahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*knock knock* Tina is in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all. Yeah. The story starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love art… And I must admit I really love Silat a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month on April I joined the school Silat Club and amazingly, I love the way they treat new comers *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach, Cikgu Salleh yang tercinta, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him sooo much, he taught me silat and I’m his anak manja : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, so I went for practise FULL every week on : *this is the reason I've been letting the people I love down. I sacrifice my time for something that I love more. Not for someone I love soo much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY 08 : 30 P.M – 11 : 30 P.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY 08 : 30 P.M – 12 : 00 A.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY 10 : 30 A.M – 01 : 30 P.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 : 00 P.M – 04 : 00 P.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Salleh always offer to send and pick me up for practices. He’s just soo caring about me anda always encourage me and laugh at every joke I made. And after practices, he’ll bring me out for a drink. *oooh touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after less than 1 Month of practise, I know I’m ready for the competition eventhough lots of people had warned me “if you don’t have the courage to be Olahraga just give a white flag!” yeah.. but IDC. I know I’m ready. So during the competition day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On TUESDAY 20 May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06 : 50 A.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached school and saw my mates are already they’re waiting for Cikgu Jeraimie yang tersayang. All right, we were waiting at the wrong venue and I obviously know that cause I’m the only one who would text Cikgu the whole time. So, at exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;07 : 00 A.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina : Kitak orang tahu x siney kita sepatutnya tunggu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul : Siney??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina : Kat tempat parking Encik Putit cause Cikgu park motonya kat siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirah : KACAK!! Kenak xpadah awal2???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina : Ne tauk, kitak orang xtanyak. I kepak tunggu ya la tewk I Tanya kitak orang tahu ka x siney mok tunggu. Duhal xtauk… -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All : Silent….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don’t blame myself for that. Hahaks. Then we met Cikgu Jeraimie and exactly at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;07 : 08 A.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cikgu Jeraimie, Cikgu Razali, Cikgu Walter and 5 of us BERANGKAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of the other pesilat was doing their own thang while I the only one who talked sooo much about this whole silat thing with the teachers. Yeah… Tell ya guys, I got lots of lots of info and experience from em. Thankies to Cikgu. So, jam brapa tewk???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cant recall what time we reached there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too excited that I don’t bother what time it was. I surveyed the whole school *smk Bandar Semariang* and it was BIG, CLEAN, ORGANIZED but there just not much of students and teachers as I expected cause you know the whole BIG place and soo little people??? O.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;07 : 45 A.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Cikgu Batu Lintang, Callista and Intan just arrived. I greeted them as if they are P.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, erm. According to the schedule, we were suppose to start at exactly 07 :30 A.M tapi honestly, the time management is very poor and they received lots of complaints from the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haiz* Imma skip the whole time thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, oh yeah there were lots of guys trying to fish me, Hahahks. BSKL. I remembered Cikgu Razali’s advise “Kitak jangan molah CHEAP SALE! Jual mahal kit. :p”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“La… Cikgu… Ada nangga saya tersangkut mata kail orang x??? Cdak yang kenja ngaco.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a video of me in action.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7fdcdea51ecfa0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VlhNk0lkvh1UDy9wsDnAsnHk5cgr2RNXtB2Z3iLwDpi1TH9fedaZR7_eXQExYSzC6dkDQT2mOZei6TNPXI8RnsOv5aJUupg2Wv8YVkbBcd_MXBg8dRIcS6PtgY6qD9Shzt6UsmpjN4r0A0ZyJRzSv8GdRL3k6-YJTp3_hwS9lfkdEMij4yW8IeA5JGNOGdjUyWWNVa-CvwoVud8R7yR9gP8D%26sigh%3DRS-zlBEPbglYWISwAQrOrDr55YA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7fdcdea51ecfa0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DHNT5W2SpH1o0t07M4WREs6KRrJg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VlhNk0lkvh1UDy9wsDnAsnHk5cgr2RNXtB2Z3iLwDpi1TH9fedaZR7_eXQExYSzC6dkDQT2mOZei6TNPXI8RnsOv5aJUupg2Wv8YVkbBcd_MXBg8dRIcS6PtgY6qD9Shzt6UsmpjN4r0A0ZyJRzSv8GdRL3k6-YJTp3_hwS9lfkdEMij4yW8IeA5JGNOGdjUyWWNVa-CvwoVud8R7yR9gP8D%26sigh%3DRS-zlBEPbglYWISwAQrOrDr55YA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7fdcdea51ecfa0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DHNT5W2SpH1o0t07M4WREs6KRrJg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost to my opponent. Well, I was too excited and I just can’t wait for my turn, as my turn was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I went into the field, in my heart I was asking for God’s protection and reading Al – Fatihah 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the wasit started the fight, I amazingly became someone else. Myself amazed me, I controlled the game and I fought like I was experienced. I was shocked and all the spectators were cheering for me. But the result, I lost. When they were announcing for the winner, everyone was cheering for me and I was soo confident that I’ll win. But yeah, Hahaks.. I was soo happy even though I lost and I gave my supporters a BIG SWEET Smile that I managed to show. Sincerely from the bottom of my heart. After I’m out from the field, I’m worried that I’ve let Cikgu Salleh and the others disappointed BUT amazingly, they hugged me and told me they were proud of me and gave me the smile. They told me it was the best game they’ve seen and they are soo dissatisfied that I’ve lost. :l oh well I was speechless cause I was too happy that everyone love my courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My effort and courage was proven and everyone was amazed that I can be such a great fighter. Cikgu Salleh said : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Tahniah atas kesungguhan dan keberanian mewakili sekolah &amp;amp; perguruan walaupun kalah tapi pengalaman yang penting. *chuckles*”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was
