<?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-4504261019127805956</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:00:02.532+08:00</updated><category term='misses'/><category term='^^'/><category term='saturday night live.'/><category term='chalet'/><category term='urgh'/><category term='dad sucks'/><category term='mano'/><category term='party'/><category term='cinta'/><category term='love'/><category term='-_-'/><category term='friends'/><category term='David&apos;s Gay'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>♥This is A Story of A Girl♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-889013827049240238</id><published>2009-05-26T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:25:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've moved to livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the end of my blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be a private journal, so please do not even bother to look for it high or low, oke dryll. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, you all can suck ;em balls, forever.&lt;br /&gt;*insert evil laugh*&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/4504261019127805956-889013827049240238?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/889013827049240238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/889013827049240238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/889013827049240238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6927266863719008147</id><published>2009-05-24T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:27:28.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi-GwlZ8fI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SZKWb3xCNGU/s1600-h/DSC02273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi-GwlZ8fI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SZKWb3xCNGU/s320/DSC02273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339226381578007026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; with Diana♥.&lt;br /&gt;Jyeah, I'm in a talking terms with her alr. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the uniforms and a great day, Di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Now, i let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9nViDy9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/j14ou6Oox-8/s1600-h/DSC02270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9nViDy9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/j14ou6Oox-8/s320/DSC02270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225841740270546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9nKUzTCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ujh9kz9iz5U/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9nKUzTCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ujh9kz9iz5U/s320/DSC02281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225838731873314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9nAkvH_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/25wWyOoi-gE/s1600-h/DSC02280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9nAkvH_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/25wWyOoi-gE/s320/DSC02280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225836114354162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9m17qzMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LjFWotn2dl0/s1600-h/DSC02291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi9m17qzMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LjFWotn2dl0/s320/DSC02291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339225833257749698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i was wrong about you, nigguh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4504261019127805956-6927266863719008147?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6927266863719008147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-random-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6927266863719008147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6927266863719008147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-random-weekend.html' title='Another Random Weekend.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Shi-GwlZ8fI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SZKWb3xCNGU/s72-c/DSC02273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-9009290968621275027</id><published>2009-05-21T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:30:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigguh,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShVHt9AQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/VylHceTXyIE/s1600-h/bobbyjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShVHt9AQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/VylHceTXyIE/s320/bobbyjoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338251788112953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i really need you, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&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/4504261019127805956-9009290968621275027?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/9009290968621275027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/nigguh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9009290968621275027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9009290968621275027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/nigguh.html' title='Nigguh,'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShVHt9AQ_6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/VylHceTXyIE/s72-c/bobbyjoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5709001053529103173</id><published>2009-05-18T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:06:43.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te quiero mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShFgbS5ALcI/AAAAAAAAAew/n0LhCao_6CE/s1600-h/dirty+dancin%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShFgbS5ALcI/AAAAAAAAAew/n0LhCao_6CE/s320/dirty+dancin%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337153055454408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Emilia quiere estar con ustedes aquí, ahora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Así que deja de todas sus nonsenses y vengan a mí, bebé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;Todo el día, toda la noche, nada más que usted, en mi mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ay chico, te necesito demasiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;table id="texttable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td id="sourcecell"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" class="almost_half_cell"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*it's fo you,nigguh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-5709001053529103173?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5709001053529103173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-quiero-mucho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5709001053529103173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5709001053529103173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-quiero-mucho.html' title='Te quiero mucho'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShFgbS5ALcI/AAAAAAAAAew/n0LhCao_6CE/s72-c/dirty+dancin%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-9098759062280836677</id><published>2009-05-17T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:44:37.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughs.loves.meatloaf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShAlWmOcmSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hLNgXC8k2Dc/s1600-h/fad+baik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336806628582529314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShAlWmOcmSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hLNgXC8k2Dc/s320/fad+baik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impromptu. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Had lotsa fun.Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed much. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;tears, a bit.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sing out loud much. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Drank alot. No.&lt;br /&gt;Ate chicken alot. YES.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we all went home with a big smile on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;Despite, broken hearts, problems from one to another, we all had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Fad, Q, Affyq and Alif, Ayis, Ayun, Azieera, Syima, Netty and Randy, Kak Lenny and Abang Wan and not forgetting Khairul Cullen for the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;happening-giler-syima-jackass-buat-bende-bodoh&lt;/span&gt; impromptu night picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Abang Wan for the advices, again.&lt;br /&gt;Even if &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; wasn't there, when i wanted &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;there badly, i still put on my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;happy mode&lt;/span&gt; to not ruin my night with them loves. I was abit sad and dissapointed but hey, what the heck. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He's just not that into me. &lt;/span&gt;And i know i'll be okay as usual. I'm gonna enjoy my life like how many lovely people in my life asked me to enjoy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;I FCUKING LOVE YOU, DARLINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now, i know who are my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[sidetrack]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this coming week;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wed's Ladies' night with Zim♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyone up for Pulua Ubin this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i don't think i care anymore, nigguh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4504261019127805956-9098759062280836677?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/9098759062280836677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/laughslovesmeatloaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9098759062280836677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9098759062280836677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/laughslovesmeatloaf.html' title='laughs.loves.meatloaf.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShAlWmOcmSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hLNgXC8k2Dc/s72-c/fad+baik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8808629831501244489</id><published>2009-05-16T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:34:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sg4iYfK5OsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/j8fErfJNIDE/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sg4iYfK5OsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/j8fErfJNIDE/s320/DSC00693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336240412560014018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling restless this week. I don't know and I don't really care much. Maybe because somebody is not treating me right. Making me think that he's the same as other jerks out there. Well, i don't know why it's always me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terburu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make friends. But when, i don't give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; about it, people tend to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stuck-up, arrogant and ignorant. Gosh~! I'm down with a massive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;body ache&lt;/span&gt; because due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cukup&lt;/span&gt; rest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;angin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dalam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;badan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, despite my sister's disapproval of me partying on weekdays because of school, I went to DBL O with my baby brother and his cute friend, Pitt. Pitt got drunk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;~! I met a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;swags&lt;/span&gt; there, like my old club &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kakis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; friends. No, i did not dance with anyone, can't be bothered actually. My purpose of going there is to guide Pitt and my baby brother around, up and down DBL O and O Bar. (: O bar was having this event, power. Better than last time. Okay enough of my life of partying. So the next morning, i went to school with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;koyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;rabak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mampos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because i had only two hours of sleep and my brother was having another "war" with Japanese soldiers. Stop snoring~~~~~, ASSHOLE!! I need to sleep. How heavy is my eye bags, goddammit?! Anyway, I'm having picnic cum overnight till the next morning @ P.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt; Park with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;zee&lt;/span&gt; dollies. I can't wait. I want to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*what i gotta do to make you want me,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nigguh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&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/4504261019127805956-8808629831501244489?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8808629831501244489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-feeling-restless-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8808629831501244489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8808629831501244489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-feeling-restless-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sg4iYfK5OsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/j8fErfJNIDE/s72-c/DSC00693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4146452336650703739</id><published>2009-05-12T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:30:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garfield's Graduation.</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/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdJG_j9lI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NQQh9mq_Kns/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdJG_j9lI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NQQh9mq_Kns/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616169697769042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[that's my sister~!]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdIyPA41I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-cgTo4_2hWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdIyPA41I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-cgTo4_2hWQ/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616164125434706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[a proud diploma holder]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdIvNRE7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/FJJA1EyyjY8/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdIvNRE7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/FJJA1EyyjY8/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616163312800690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Congratulations, staff nurses.]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdIOd-IjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IzRpOg_pgMo/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdIOd-IjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IzRpOg_pgMo/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616154524492338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ehhhhh siiiimmaaaaaaaaaaaa nyaaaaaaaa saya lala kenal ke&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdH7dDEbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZLwjrWKYRwE/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdH7dDEbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZLwjrWKYRwE/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616149420347826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[date for the graduation, sayor kangkong]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;freaking proud of Garfield&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Because Mama can't attend her Graduation, which i know that she badly wants her to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Takper, dada, no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;^V^&lt;br /&gt;The reception was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun and me was the first few to get to taste the foooood.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA~!&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, serious.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to town to meet Azieera.&lt;br /&gt;Crispy Noodles and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Korang giler.&lt;br /&gt;Sayaaaaang korang.&lt;br /&gt;Sit and talk, talk and talk.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku happy giler makan sayur di pasar malam untuk Kakak aku yang tersayang nak mampos tergolek batu empat segi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nangis ar kalau sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*you spin my head right round,nigguh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-4146452336650703739?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4146452336650703739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/garfields-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4146452336650703739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4146452336650703739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/garfields-graduation.html' title='Garfield&apos;s Graduation.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SghdJG_j9lI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NQQh9mq_Kns/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3616127989107195167</id><published>2009-05-10T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:04:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love makes the world go round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SgaeaQVK17I/AAAAAAAAAdw/tYcsXNhCugU/s1600-h/jibeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SgaeaQVK17I/AAAAAAAAAdw/tYcsXNhCugU/s320/jibeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334124982564476850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; 22nd &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NAZATUL SYIMA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no gifts but the birthday scream in the train, nice right?&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with Garfield and Zim at Tong Seng Coffeeshop, because birthday girl was late or something. Cakap je jumpe kul 5pm, end up at 8pm. -,-&lt;br /&gt;Met them and went to Vivo to celebrate Syima's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Ate another dinner at Pastamania, we were the loudest and the manager asked us to lower our volume down, TWICE~!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine. BEST!&lt;br /&gt;Then, got stuck when everybody is going home. Aku stress.&lt;br /&gt;Called Uka up to ask if he could fetch me up, just in time, tagged him to The Arena,&lt;br /&gt;and i unleashed my inner beast, danced like a fool. (: sukee~!&lt;br /&gt;Then reached home around 6.45am.&lt;br /&gt;That's my yesterday,Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, esp Uka and Fad, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;And mommy, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOMMIES IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;`mothers hold their children's hands for a while but their hearts, forever.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*meet me soon, nigguh.&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/4504261019127805956-3616127989107195167?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3616127989107195167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-makes-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3616127989107195167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3616127989107195167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-makes-world-go-round.html' title='love makes the world go round.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SgaeaQVK17I/AAAAAAAAAdw/tYcsXNhCugU/s72-c/jibeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3142268500068627179</id><published>2009-05-07T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:32:26.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SgL-fR73cxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YLKZxGJhl6w/s1600-h/DSC02184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SgL-fR73cxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YLKZxGJhl6w/s320/DSC02184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333104722103989010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You had me at hello. well, hello back to you too.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, haters make me famous.&lt;br /&gt;To think that people actually have the time in the world to hate me, wow.&lt;br /&gt;Told ya, i don't need to work hard on being popular,&lt;br /&gt;in fact i am already popular.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder why guys always use their dicks to think.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;Excites, excites bapak kau yang pukul mak kau lah sia.&lt;br /&gt;Flees on rats are way better than you low-lives.&lt;br /&gt;wazzzzzahhhh~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i miss you,nigguh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4504261019127805956-3142268500068627179?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3142268500068627179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3142268500068627179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3142268500068627179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SgL-fR73cxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YLKZxGJhl6w/s72-c/DSC02184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2444174610957354293</id><published>2009-05-03T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:40:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sf0i200EeYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1p8pgoKHCAU/s1600-h/DSC01531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sf0i200EeYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1p8pgoKHCAU/s320/DSC01531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331455859161856386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, i give up. This time, yes, I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PHILOPHOBIA&lt;/span&gt; and I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PHILOPHOBIC&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow i thought i can just move on and go on with my life like a normal teenage girl. I can't. Ever since Lazaroo, i've been in and out of  love for God knows how many times. Like they said, you need two hands to clap, right? Looks like i'm the one whose doing all the clapping for the past year, and i'm tired of it. How the hell am i suppose to know if he's the one for me? How can i tell? Yes, i mellowed down like sh*t. I don't club as much as last time. I don't drink acoholic drinks as much as last time till i get drunk like a fool. My family, i got a happy one though. Kite tak kacau orang, orang tak kacau kite. I don't know la. Since guys love to hurt me so much, giving me false hope, wrong signs and all, know what, FUCK THEM BOYS. I don't need them, they'll just gonna hurt me more and more.I can't believe that i'm still emotional about this shit. Yeah, you people might think that one day, i'm in love, another day, i'm not. All i'm tryna say is that, "SAMPAI AKU NAK BERTEPUK SEBELAH TANGAN SAJE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been sick this pass few days. Since Wednesday morning till now, my fever went up and down. My running nose will jog and then race again. I'm tired. I'm really&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; tired tau. I need a break again, and 2 days of medical cert is NOT enough. I'm not eating my medicine properly lah. Why? Beacause i can't be bothered. I just wanna sleep away and forget about reality. I'm starting to hate school, the kids, the classmates. I know i just hafta ignore them beetches but they're f*cking rude. GOD~! Can i hate my life now? No, i still can't. I hafta love my life. Blah~blah~blah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before i forgot, Thank you Faiqah for going out with me on Saturday,2nd May '09. Hehe. Love you darl. Thanks for the treat at Apolo restaurant in Little India. And don't forget to upload the photos okay. Tagged muke aku yang lawa&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; saje. Hehh. And thanks for the great night Fad,Ayis,Izhan and Zie. :] Love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Armelia Wahab&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason Lim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Amalina Hj. Ramlee&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And and and, i'm addicted to Sheikh Haikel's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Witulah&lt;/span&gt;, i know it's old. But its nice.  =) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i don't need &lt;u&gt;anyone&lt;/u&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/4504261019127805956-2444174610957354293?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2444174610957354293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2444174610957354293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2444174610957354293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/05/numb.html' title='NUMB'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sf0i200EeYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1p8pgoKHCAU/s72-c/DSC01531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4075151770014597787</id><published>2009-04-26T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:33:39.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_SM7dAsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8tza9nwYOLo/s1600-h/DSC02101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_SM7dAsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8tza9nwYOLo/s320/DSC02101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328953841026925250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_R2WPyyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VBlGlQWliuc/s1600-h/DSC02065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_R2WPyyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VBlGlQWliuc/s320/DSC02065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328953834965289762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_R6ZnVvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eBa16jRQnDI/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_R6ZnVvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eBa16jRQnDI/s320/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328953836053157618" 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/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_RlVbeuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/--p_DkJVtS0/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_RlVbeuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/--p_DkJVtS0/s320/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328953830398458594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I personally thank this people above for making my weekend the best one. :D Thanks for the flip-flops, Am. Even though it's cheap, but it's realy nice. (: i love you. Zim,Sueru,Pitt,Am,Fad and Izhan. (: You guys esp Fad, Izhan and Zim for making my day a brighter one. Hehh. I love you guys. And Khairul Jufri, meet up soon or you owe me a big bucket of buffalo wings.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*life is full of sadness,not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///G:/DCIM/100MSDCF/DSC02065.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-4075151770014597787?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4075151770014597787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-personally-thank-this-people-above.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4075151770014597787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4075151770014597787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-personally-thank-this-people-above.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfQ_SM7dAsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8tza9nwYOLo/s72-c/DSC02101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-479630127027515046</id><published>2009-04-25T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:17:00.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anak kambing saya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6FIPhBQI/AAAAAAAAAco/pp4zzh5BkUc/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6FIPhBQI/AAAAAAAAAco/pp4zzh5BkUc/s320/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328455537663214850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6E8zuaQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JpVM2T4ZSo8/s1600-h/DSC02061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6E8zuaQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JpVM2T4ZSo8/s320/DSC02061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328455534593861890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6E75IcJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YTsOCqR8TTI/s1600-h/DSC02062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6E75IcJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YTsOCqR8TTI/s320/DSC02062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328455534348103826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6EngDCbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/M8wK4TKYlSI/s1600-h/DSC02063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6EngDCbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/M8wK4TKYlSI/s320/DSC02063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328455528874183090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy right here, his name is Hazli and i fucking love him. (: He likes to say this line to me; "mi, kau lagi sekali." I find it extremely cute. No, he's not my lover, in fact he's in love with a beautifull girl alr. We're just bestfriends. Apart from Suriati, he's my best boyfriend that i ever had, even if he's not there physically. But he knows how i feel. We don't really have time for each other, but i love his courage to ask me out, asking how am i doing, where as i'm not doing anything when i missed him. He's always in and out of relationships but no matter what he do, he knows that i got his back and that i will support him. I will always treasure him. He's like the sunset, the sky, the moon, he's like my star. I'm always proud of him. (: I love you, Hazli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i need you right now, let's get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&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/4504261019127805956-479630127027515046?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/479630127027515046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/anak-kambing-saya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/479630127027515046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/479630127027515046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/anak-kambing-saya.html' title='anak kambing saya.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SfJ6FIPhBQI/AAAAAAAAAco/pp4zzh5BkUc/s72-c/DSC02060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4991992765587221280</id><published>2009-04-21T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:22:35.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Se1CfyIn5VI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QiXbDm8h2uI/s1600-h/1160782737_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Se1CfyIn5VI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QiXbDm8h2uI/s320/1160782737_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326987048050484562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let try to remember this days back in Decembers. My life were very different. But get this straight, my body is not your wonderland,boys. Stop abusing me and leave my mind and my heart alone. I'm tired of guys tricking me into getting to sleep with them. Spare me and please, think about me, not my pussy. Stop making me think that all guys are jerks. Stop me from thinking negative thoughts about guys. Seriously, all guys are the same, they just wanna shoot that hole. That fucking hole, that they think about almost 24hours a day, 7  days a week. What is wrong with guys nowadays? What happen to all the good guys out there? I dare say that guys are much likely like a wolves. Don't you agree, girls? Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THEM, period.&lt;br /&gt;Fad,&lt;br /&gt;Q,&lt;br /&gt;Ayun,&lt;br /&gt;Affyq,&lt;br /&gt;Izhan,&lt;br /&gt;Ayis&lt;br /&gt;and rakan-rakan sewaktu dengan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bile nak jumper aku? Aku tau lah, korang sume eastsiders, aku dah sekolah eastside pe, ajak lah lepak ke ape ke. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*you gotta go~!&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/4504261019127805956-4991992765587221280?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4991992765587221280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-try-to-remember-this-days-back-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4991992765587221280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4991992765587221280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-try-to-remember-this-days-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Se1CfyIn5VI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QiXbDm8h2uI/s72-c/1160782737_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2512572421841402076</id><published>2009-04-18T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:25:46.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooler than cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sen7DYutu7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/s_I3tmJLNWk/s1600-h/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sen7DYutu7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/s_I3tmJLNWk/s320/DSC02023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326064069938887602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm all out of love but that don't meant i'm lost without anyone.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cold hearted from now on.&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/4504261019127805956-2512572421841402076?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2512572421841402076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/cooler-than-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2512572421841402076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2512572421841402076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/cooler-than-cold.html' title='cooler than cold'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sen7DYutu7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/s_I3tmJLNWk/s72-c/DSC02023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2304175334104505137</id><published>2009-04-17T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:15:38.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeiBHoT70qI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wRUy535NHqs/s1600-h/DSC06537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeiBHoT70qI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wRUy535NHqs/s320/DSC06537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325648527445709474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't stop crying and being sad. I miss being a happy kid. Why do  have to be like this? Why did i end up like this? Is it because of the company i chose to be friend with, or my life is written like this? I'm tired of people judging me, assuming bad stuffs about me. I know my physical features are not so outstanding but i know inside me, i'm way better than those barbie dolls out there that can't live without make-up. Yes, i may seem happy go lucky but you beetches doesn't know whats going on with my life. Yes, my family is not complete because my mom left us two years ago on 09 July 2006. Of course i'm sad, but Allah loves her more than i do. And she will always be in my heart no matter what happens to me, period. In any case, jerks out there are always hurting me and making breakdown for them. I know my tears are not worth it, if its for them i'm crying but i can't help it. I let my emotions control me everytime. Hopes are always dangling on strings. Then it will just from cloud nine, i'll drop back to earth. Its only been 2 freaking months, and two kids broke my heart just like that. Maybe, i'm not that lucky and found jerks like 'em. Its okay, there are alot of sand in the sand pit. (: Well, after i picked up the broken pieces of my heart, i'm gonna stay happy, be free, and enjoy life as much as possible. I took up a cca in my school so i'll be very very very busy. I can't wait. (: I shall not let another son of a fucking bitch ruin my heart anymore. I wanna do my best in school and in my cca, who knows i might be singapore's under-21 floorball player. Zazzz! Angan-angan kencang kacang. Im gonna stop here for now. Till my next post, suck 'em balls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*you don't deserve to have anyone, period.&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/4504261019127805956-2304175334104505137?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2304175334104505137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/shagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2304175334104505137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2304175334104505137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/shagged.html' title='shagged.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeiBHoT70qI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wRUy535NHqs/s72-c/DSC06537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1208558544652541452</id><published>2009-04-16T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:21:27.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu wa ek ek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SedYlo-eL0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/JJwFcnjYI5o/s1600-h/IMG_3966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SedYlo-eL0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/JJwFcnjYI5o/s320/IMG_3966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325322488066748226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pimp&lt;/span&gt; the asshole that have nothing better to do and tag my tagboard,&lt;br /&gt;                    seriously, i'm gonna ignore your stupid message, why? because i got better things to do like schooling and studying than to stoop to your level which so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOW&lt;/span&gt;. why would i bother to know who you are, because again, i have better things to do. if you happen to be any of my ex-bf, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get a life fucker&lt;/span&gt;. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to Aanis Shah, stop making my life &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;, you are just my friend and you're nobody to control my fucking life or judge me, be a good friend will ya? thanks. i really do &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;appreciate your friendship&lt;/span&gt;, please don't fucking try to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phat Inc's having a chalet and its by invites only. (: right Fad? Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATTENTION HOT GUYS,ONLY HOT GUYS, okay, normal guys will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED A DATE FROM 15-17TH MAY, MUST BE TALLER THAN ME AND A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;TWEET&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;text me on my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*its a little too late for you, JERK(S).&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/4504261019127805956-1208558544652541452?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1208558544652541452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/tu-wa-ek-ek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1208558544652541452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1208558544652541452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/tu-wa-ek-ek.html' title='tu wa ek ek'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SedYlo-eL0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/JJwFcnjYI5o/s72-c/IMG_3966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8493403594720789061</id><published>2009-04-14T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:50:16.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeSd6lRClnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SZnwl9FwIro/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeSd6lRClnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SZnwl9FwIro/s320/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324554289220327026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first day of school was weird but it was sweet of the bishan beetces(Netty, Affyq and Evefar) to call me and ask about my new school. hahh. I made a new friend, Iffah, she cute and selenger, best mcm aku, she's Seri's bestfriend and is my classmate, school's food is delicious la. :D hahh, but whatever, gemok uh lala.  and my uniform is bigger than me, zazz! It's tiring to wake up so early and stand in the train, and all, but i'm adapting to my school life now. :D tomorrow is the start of multimedia's lessons. (: cant wait. hehh. till my next post, suck 'em balls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*imyimyimyimy&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/4504261019127805956-8493403594720789061?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8493403594720789061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school-was-weird-but-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8493403594720789061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8493403594720789061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school-was-weird-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeSd6lRClnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SZnwl9FwIro/s72-c/DSC02009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8432735672846719772</id><published>2009-04-12T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:07:41.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeG9CjPZnVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BnZeI22GWoU/s1600-h/Aanis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeG9CjPZnVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BnZeI22GWoU/s320/Aanis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323744086045859154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knew the signs wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Swept away, by you.&lt;br /&gt;And now i feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;we were never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hurt, so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;Take a while to regain.&lt;br /&gt;What is lost, inside.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope that in time,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'LL BE OVER YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;well, i need to move on and i'm gonna keep myself so busy so just i can forget about you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i wish you the best, the very best just for you. and i will always be proud of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*iwillberighthere,ithink.&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/4504261019127805956-8432735672846719772?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8432735672846719772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-reach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8432735672846719772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8432735672846719772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-reach.html' title='Out of Reach'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeG9CjPZnVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BnZeI22GWoU/s72-c/Aanis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6579854544977990317</id><published>2009-04-12T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:26:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run to me, pronto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeGkNyGAM8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/uFJNcBi9New/s1600-h/loves4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeGkNyGAM8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/uFJNcBi9New/s320/loves4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323716791220843458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If ever you got rain in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;someone has hurt you, and torn you apart,&lt;br /&gt;am I unwise to open up your eyes to love me?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And let it be like they said it would be -&lt;br /&gt;me loving you girl, and you loving me.&lt;br /&gt;Am I unwise to open up your eyes to love me?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Run to me whenever you're lonely. (to love me)&lt;br /&gt;Run to me if you need a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, you need someone older,&lt;br /&gt;so darling, you run to me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when you're out in the cold,&lt;br /&gt;no one beside you, and no one to hold,&lt;br /&gt;am I unwise to open up your eyes to love me?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when you've got nothing to lose,&lt;br /&gt;nothing to pay for, nothing to choose,&lt;br /&gt;am I unwise to open up your eyes to love me?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Run to me whenever you're lonely. (to love me)&lt;br /&gt;Run to me if you need a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Now and then you need someone older,&lt;br /&gt;so darling, you run to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NO, THE PICTURE HAS NOTHING GOT TO DO WITH THE LYRICS. I'M TOO LAZY TO UPDATE ABOUT MY WEEKEND. AND YES, STARTING FROM 13APRIL2009, I'M A FULL TIME STUDENT, BUT STILL A PART TIME BITCH. :D till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*still not good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4504261019127805956-6579854544977990317?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6579854544977990317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-to-me-pronto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6579854544977990317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6579854544977990317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-to-me-pronto.html' title='Run to me, pronto.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SeGkNyGAM8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/uFJNcBi9New/s72-c/loves4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3174209706390110583</id><published>2009-04-11T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:38:38.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sd91AKAcZsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zbQrIWlQUrc/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sd91AKAcZsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zbQrIWlQUrc/s320/DSC01978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323101930121881282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dbl O was fun, :D. As usual, it was hot, sweaty and full of malays. Hahaha. There's a point of time where, Q, can't breath but thank god i was behind her, and i swear to God, i do not want her to die on me and there was another point of time, that i nearly died on Q, i blacked out, tak sengaje, i guess i was too hyper and got dehydrated. hehh. Awww, Q loves me, i know. (: hahahaha. We all had fun, fun, fun, fun, fun. And and and, thanks azieera, you know i know. Wait, i really didn't plan on kissing Yos okay, it just came to my mind, and he is too cute to resist, so yeah, and i wanted to make Fad jealous, hahaha. No offence, i still love my beetches more than any guys in the world. (: see how sweet i am. I got addicted to kissing random guys, goddam! I'm like a total slut, but whatever, i'm just a girl that wanna have fun. :D~ And Azieera, i nedd them pictures. (: tyvm. till my next post, suck 'em balls. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday to Mohd. Khairul Handsome Hotstuff Bin Jufri!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*when its over, thats the time i fell down.&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/4504261019127805956-3174209706390110583?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3174209706390110583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/dbl-o-was-fun-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3174209706390110583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3174209706390110583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/dbl-o-was-fun-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sd91AKAcZsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zbQrIWlQUrc/s72-c/DSC01978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3484327470651757123</id><published>2009-04-07T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:21:48.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdtHk-O5LII/AAAAAAAAAaw/4MY_heOoux4/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdtHk-O5LII/AAAAAAAAAaw/4MY_heOoux4/s320/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321926085174701186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss those times when i had to love someone, seriously. haha. just a call away to say 'i love you' and cry like a mad beetch because i miss my boyfriend. haha. well, as you all know that my love life is pretty bad for a start. i got a bad haircut. i'm going back to school with the 1992 batch of kids. i feel old, real old. now that i'm turning twenty this year and 2008 is like so bad for me coz i ruin my life just because of clubbing and boozing, i think im gonna make 2009 a mellowed one, yes, yes.&lt;/span&gt; i feel that i'm matured. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel that i can think on my own, make my own decision and i really need to get a job soon, because i know daddy can't sponsor me all the way, right? stupid~! anyway, i'm single and available. and i can go out with whoever i want. (: because i'm dating no one, and no one can control my life, my sex life and whatever that has got to do with me lah.sooooo guys out there are free to get to know me, wahhhaaaa, self promote diri aku, tak malu. no shame uh lala, okay stop talking to yourself. okay, i miss people. (: i miss Nurfaiqah Jamaluddin.&lt;/span&gt; meet me bitch. (: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*thank you, i need money,jerk.&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/4504261019127805956-3484327470651757123?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3484327470651757123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-those-times-when-i-had-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3484327470651757123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3484327470651757123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-those-times-when-i-had-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdtHk-O5LII/AAAAAAAAAaw/4MY_heOoux4/s72-c/DSC01005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4937951914367471589</id><published>2009-04-05T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:25:46.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid abusing child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nMqAf38Thk&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/9nMqAf38Thk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fucking reason why i hate maids, PERIOD! They steal,they lie, and they even abuse you children. Beware out there, we need to do something about this. We can't just let this motherfuckers take advantage of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*jerks, all jerks.&lt;/span&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/4504261019127805956-4937951914367471589?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4937951914367471589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/maid-abusing-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4937951914367471589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4937951914367471589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/maid-abusing-child.html' title='Maid abusing child.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8780698901716203457</id><published>2009-04-03T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:02:57.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdYk-_xfiKI/AAAAAAAAAao/mwuOJvfCg1o/s1600-h/Radit-dan-Jani-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdYk-_xfiKI/AAAAAAAAAao/mwuOJvfCg1o/s320/Radit-dan-Jani-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320480674474330274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seribu Tahun by Imran Ajmain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Relaku menunggu mu, seribu tahun lama lagi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi benarkah hidup ku kan selama ini&lt;br /&gt;Biar berputar utara selatan&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak putus harapan&lt;br /&gt;Sedia setia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaku mengejar mu seribu batu jauh lagi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi benar kah kaki ku kan tahan sepanjang jalan ini&lt;br /&gt;Biar membisu burung bersiulan&lt;br /&gt;Tenang lah gelombang lautan&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih setia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kah engkau yakin ini cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ada kah engkau pasti ini tuk selama lama nya&lt;br /&gt;Rela ku menunggu mu seribu tahun lama lagi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi benar kah hidup ku kan selama ini&lt;br /&gt;Biar berputar utara selatan&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak putus harapan&lt;br /&gt;Sedia setia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay this song lyrics is in Malay but I'm too lazy to translate it to English, so for those who can't understand, please ask your Malay educated friends, tyvm. The reason why I'm putting this lyrics up because i'm still waiting for someone to be my so called "soulmate". I don't know if there's such things as happy endings or soulmates or till eternity or whatever. But what i know is i need someone who loves me more than i love him. I've yet to find the right one, and the one that can clique with me family esp, my siblings. So yeah, the song is really nice. Check it out below you swaggers. (:  till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gulk2Gz4UrQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gulk2Gz4UrQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i think it's best that we don't see each other YET.&lt;/span&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/4504261019127805956-8780698901716203457?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8780698901716203457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/1000-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8780698901716203457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8780698901716203457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/1000-years.html' title='1000 years.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdYk-_xfiKI/AAAAAAAAAao/mwuOJvfCg1o/s72-c/Radit-dan-Jani-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7570345750692554465</id><published>2009-04-03T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:11:59.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing out "Food" Parade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdUI9TbqkzI/AAAAAAAAAag/Bi22I1vvJE8/s1600-h/DSC01855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdUI9TbqkzI/AAAAAAAAAag/Bi22I1vvJE8/s320/DSC01855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320168384089461554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, A's pop was okay-okay la, the bugs, called Agas, was so irritating, keep coming to me and Ayun, scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaam. haha, Thanks Abang Ron for accompanying me. The food was to die for, i have to agree with Ayun. It was so delicious, the chocolate eclair and the chocolate cake. Yummy!! I was too busy "washing" my eyes, so i couldn't care less about the food, but we went for 2nd round for the delicious treats. Haha, the kebab was nice, but the drinks was too sweet. Okay, enough about the food. Hahahahaaaaa. I didn't really get a chance to talk to A coz his mak bapak was there, and i have to admit that, his dad is good looking, patut anak dier pon boleh tahan jugak. Hehh, Dah dah, miang pulak aku. I wanted to hug him but yeah, whatever. So it ended around 9plus lah. And we headed to JP, for some bonding sessions. Ayun and me talk and laugh our asses at each other and keep talking crap. (: It was nice, and Ayun, seriously, if you were what you were during secondary school times, i would really go for you. (: i love you lah dumbdumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yes, i came, i did attend because i wanted to see you, i wanna show you how proud i am of you, congratulations A, that kid. (: i am really proud of you. I want you to know that i'm no phony. (: and i somehow wanna tell you, that i really care about you. See, you don't really see these kinda things. But whatever it is, i want you to know &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby don't worry you know that you got me&lt;/span&gt;. (: till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*he just not that into me, another lonely night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &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/4504261019127805956-7570345750692554465?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7570345750692554465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/passing-out-food-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7570345750692554465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7570345750692554465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/passing-out-food-parade.html' title='Passing out &quot;Food&quot; Parade.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdUI9TbqkzI/AAAAAAAAAag/Bi22I1vvJE8/s72-c/DSC01855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-787957268672530877</id><published>2009-03-31T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:39:17.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdH-3VknUqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yJ3XbCVcGks/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdH-3VknUqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yJ3XbCVcGks/s320/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319312861538243234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supermassive&lt;/span&gt; Black Hole by Muse a lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aha&lt;/span&gt;. Let's play baseball, anyone? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. So yesterday night, i decided to jog from my house to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mak's&lt;/span&gt; place. It was tiring and sweating but i got to the destination safely. I jogged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; garden, short-cut. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;faggs&lt;/span&gt; don't expect me to follow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; line right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aha&lt;/span&gt;. While jogging, i did some thinking and clearing off my mind of stuffs. It's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kemas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rumah&lt;/span&gt;, just that it's your mind. (: It was a good jog. Then i met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Suriati&lt;/span&gt;, and jogged some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; it have to rain in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Toh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;. -____-" Then, when the rain stopped, we just went home(her place), watched Desperate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Housewives&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt;(cycle11) at her place. And i decided to sleepover. Fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;giler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt; okay. I miss her. Well, i just came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mak's&lt;/span&gt; place, and blogging this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i dreamt about A, that kid again. It's like third time in a week already. What is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;farkin&lt;/span&gt;' wrong with me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; to stop thinking about him and move on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;menyampah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;terheygeh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;heygeh&lt;/span&gt;. That's what mummy told me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, since he can't be bothered that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; actually alive and worrying, so why should i care, right? Somehow, i find it wrong to think this way. This, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not blaming anyone. I just feel that it's okay for me to go out and date any swaggers who wanna date me. (: but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very sure, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; waiting for him, to realise that I'm already here. I think by the time he realises it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; already gone or it's too late. I have a difficulty moving on with my life before, and i did it poorly. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;DSL&lt;/span&gt; came to my rescue and took me away from my misery, why? I gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;DSL&lt;/span&gt; a chance. BUT, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;DSL&lt;/span&gt; abused it. So i let him go. Another breaking point, when i, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nuremilia&lt;/span&gt;, did the "let's break up" part and felt that i left a guy who is actually will always be there when i needed someone emotionally, physically and financially. But money ain't the problem. I was devastated, i felt like i ruined my life. I swear that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;DSL&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; moving slowly and yes, i mellowed down, i live my life like how i lived my secondary school years after he passed on before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;DSL&lt;/span&gt; came to my rescue. But this time, no one came yet. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still waiting and wait till whenever. See, guys give hopes to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, but this is what happen to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too gullible and like what Fad said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; emotionally distorted. So who's to blame? Me, not the guy. Why? Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt; into guys' trap. I need to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;phsycologist&lt;/span&gt; on this kind of things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Bah&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;/span&gt; till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*come meet me halfway, if you want me to be with you.&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/4504261019127805956-787957268672530877?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/787957268672530877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/fallin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/787957268672530877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/787957268672530877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/fallin.html' title='fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SdH-3VknUqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yJ3XbCVcGks/s72-c/DSC01740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3975109567608982059</id><published>2009-03-29T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:28:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sc91sAVrK_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XQ_MQyk1-JQ/s1600-h/smallie+mallie+turttie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sc91sAVrK_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XQ_MQyk1-JQ/s320/smallie+mallie+turttie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318599083813448690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm a vampire? I want to be one, so i can suck all the blood of humans. Why do people die? Thats one question that has been playing through my mind ever since mom passed on. Why do they have to go? Why is there a time limit for people to live? Why can't we be like vampires? Oh damn. Why should think this way? Desires. Why do people have them? Is it good or bad? Does it affect people's life? Why do they always said "Sex,drugs and Rock and Roll"? Why do people think? Why do i think? Why do people have to work? Why do we have to have education? What is the public eye? Why do i have so many questions? Why am i like this? Why? What? When? Where? How? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i'm not good enough for you.&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/4504261019127805956-3975109567608982059?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3975109567608982059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if-im-vampire-i-want-to-be-one-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3975109567608982059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3975109567608982059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if-im-vampire-i-want-to-be-one-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sc91sAVrK_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XQ_MQyk1-JQ/s72-c/smallie+mallie+turttie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7412645459203642255</id><published>2009-03-28T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:11:50.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another great tgif</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sc3VcJF6tDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iQP5ZmSF8PY/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sc3VcJF6tDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iQP5ZmSF8PY/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318141414448215090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best tgif. hahaha. i would like to take this opportunity to thank Nazron, Ayan, Azieera and mostly, Fadlee. Thanks guys for keeping my mind off some shits i'm going through. Thanks Fad, for being there, for the dinner and the movie treat. Thanks ayan, for the drinks at YP. Thanks to Ayun and Azieera for being the noisy, kecoh, giler babi company. You guys are so funny and slumber. Ayun, aku dah tau dah, perangai babi dier. Azieera, you got a very nice hair and i'm glad i met you crazt beetch. sukeee~! And i learned a new card game, which is freaking funny and confusing. haha. but it was fun. Oh, i watched "the unborn". hehh. itss was scary and i screamed a couple of times. sorry uh, aku pengecut giler lah. -_-" yes, i did have lots of fun, and and and and, Azieera, Yeos(aku tak tau spell name dier.), dier cute giler, aku nak aku nak, aku share ngn Fad, i promise i behave. Wahahahah. Boleh? hehehe. Cute giler. hehh. * i'm smiling to myself while typing this* mampos. anyway, once again thanks again swags. you guys are so adorable. Love you peeps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*side track skejap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No regrets, just set backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No mistakes, just lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;History can only be made once;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it can never be altered or modified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't hold yourself back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's no point in dwelling on the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ok back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately. About what he said and all. I guess, i'll be his friend. He need supports and encouragement as much as possible. I'm sorry, i put the blame on you. I'm sorry if i was being impatient. But one thing for sure, i will not leave you. You'll need me one day, i know. (: till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i just told the coldest story to him. ):&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/4504261019127805956-7412645459203642255?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7412645459203642255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-great-tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7412645459203642255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7412645459203642255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-great-tgif.html' title='another great tgif'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sc3VcJF6tDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iQP5ZmSF8PY/s72-c/45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8412782050216872258</id><published>2009-03-27T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:28:44.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvKNP9limI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xXesgExe2hE/s1600-h/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvKNP9limI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xXesgExe2hE/s320/DSC01723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317566114012957282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay folks! today is the day, the day i'm gonna meet A, that kid. at least i think. boleh? i don't know. he texted me, he told me, he got eye infection, and will text me when he reached home, but did he? No, he did not. *sighing heavily* i mean its like he keep saying that he's gonna this and that but he didn't. Now, i'm having second thoughts about him meeting me tmr. I mean it's like, i totally know that he's gonna bubble me or something. I know that he's sick, the more i wanna meet him seh. I wanna know how he's doing, i'm worried about him. only God knows how much i'm worried and missed him. Is just that he keep thinking that i'm gonna cheat on him and just gonna use him. i mean its like. You don't really show enough concern for me or our friendship. ): i'm sad and yes, i'm not okay. the reason why i keep saying i'm okay because i keep thinking that i'm okay, when i'm totally not fine at all. well, i hope he doesn't read this. i'm just expressing myself, thats all. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*please don't let me be the last to know.&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/4504261019127805956-8412782050216872258?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8412782050216872258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-folks-today-is-day-day-im-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8412782050216872258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8412782050216872258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-folks-today-is-day-day-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvKNP9limI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xXesgExe2hE/s72-c/DSC01723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2635281196398973043</id><published>2009-03-26T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:31:51.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short fugly hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvH9kXcgOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HM3cI7UCefs/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvH9kXcgOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HM3cI7UCefs/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317563645588963554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvH88Ta0TI/AAAAAAAAAZw/m4LHrIYFE9Y/s1600-h/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvH88Ta0TI/AAAAAAAAAZw/m4LHrIYFE9Y/s320/DSC01723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317563634834657586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScuLYLJxdXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k05pmrms7YE/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScuLYLJxdXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k05pmrms7YE/s320/DSC01710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317497032467903858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, faggots. I got a haircut and i don't like it. It's ugly said Ekin. Oh wait, he said it's FUGLY. Thanks ekin. Haha. But a couple of sweet swags said it's nice. Banyak nye Victoria Beckham's hairstyle. Ni maid dia nye rambot. Hahahhaa. Go on and laugh at my fugly hair. Laugh all i care. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason why i cut my hair, coz, it's hot, and rimas, i can't stand long hair. And i need to buang "suay". Okay, that part i believe half-ly. haha. I need a new look, so here goes. i'm with short hair. Hopefuly, he hates it. (: The picture on top, it's me without any make up. I know it's ugly. Whatever lah. Janji hati aku baik sudah. Betol tak? Betol betol betol. (: till my next post, suck 'em balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*it's hard not to think about you.&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/4504261019127805956-2635281196398973043?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2635281196398973043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-faggots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2635281196398973043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2635281196398973043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-faggots.html' title='short fugly hair.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScvH9kXcgOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HM3cI7UCefs/s72-c/DSC01729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7957729894946125234</id><published>2009-03-24T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:11:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my so called clean room and him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBeJ351YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GaOLLO9olqc/s1600-h/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBeJ351YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GaOLLO9olqc/s320/DSC01690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316641715157325186" border="0" /&gt;1.&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdwadpaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_-EcMoKze2o/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdwadpaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_-EcMoKze2o/s320/DSC01689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316641708322956706" border="0" /&gt;2.&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdwQdl-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/2WDzQEK-trc/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdwQdl-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/2WDzQEK-trc/s320/DSC01688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316641708281010146" border="0" /&gt;3.&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdROQoKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bFtm5JtXYAA/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdROQoKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bFtm5JtXYAA/s320/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316641699950272674" border="0" /&gt;4.&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdT6AMKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VY5eLcwNtIg/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBdT6AMKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VY5eLcwNtIg/s320/DSC01686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316641700670615714" border="0" /&gt;5.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic; from the corner look, and my stupid ass brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2nd pic; from the door look, it's abit dark due to the sun. (:&lt;br /&gt;3rd pic; my bed, my side of the room, i guess. wait, i own this room, my brother is just the share holder. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;4th pic; my brother's side of the room, and yes, he did not clean his bed up, told ya guys, he's a pig.&lt;br /&gt;5th pic; its where i stuff all my stuff inside. that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the spray painted parts. I changed the position of my bed, i cleaned the floor, but i need to vacuum and paint the my room. Argh! Damn! I need the freaking vacuum cleaner and my brother have yet to buy those paints. Slowly, i'm gonna clean this beetch up and enjoy making love in my room. HAHA! I somehow, proud of myself that i can actually clean my room without anyone asking me to, and wothout anyone's help. Literally, except for the last part when i have to re-arrange everything back. I'm not that strong. It took me about 6 hours to clean everything up, despite the intervals and long break. I did a great job. Yay me! Gladly, my mind was calm and all i can think about is throw everything unwanted away. But i, now, have difficulty finding my stuff, that sucks, totally. Boleh naik giler aku carik. Well, i cleaned my room yesterday, and it was successfull, after Nana and Diana cleaned my room for the last two years, this year is my turn, coz i got nobody that wants to help me. I feel good and independant somehow. It's good feeling, when you're stressed and you need to do something, this is a good job. haha. But now, i need to wash all my dirrty laundry. Plus my stupid ass brother's too. And where is he going? Out with fat sister to BBDC, whatever. She makes my heart hurts, everytime she open her mouth. Beetchy. Hahah. She's like the world's infamous queenbee, kalah Izhan oi! Hahahahah. I love her, still. I have to, she's my biological 11 months seperated sister. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, people, i've decided to give him the time in the world to tollay really forget about his ex, so he can put all the love on me. ^^V i'm sticking to that,  but for how long, hanya Allah saje yang tahu. Hehh. i don't know lah huh. But i'm still gonna let guys have the chance to get to know me, and there's nothing he can do about it, but cyberly, no more exchanging numbers. (: Besides, i know the limits, i'm just making friends. Who knows, we're not meant to be or i can't wait any longer. But as long as you're not fooling with me, i'm sticking with you. You're just something to me, Baby A. (: XOXO. till my next post, suck them balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*one day baby one day.but when's that day?&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/4504261019127805956-7957729894946125234?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7957729894946125234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-so-called-clean-room-and-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7957729894946125234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7957729894946125234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-so-called-clean-room-and-him.html' title='my so called clean room and him.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SciBeJ351YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GaOLLO9olqc/s72-c/DSC01690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7040584288521282167</id><published>2009-03-22T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:56:05.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScXAivP2xWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eZvc5GXjxs8/s1600-h/bones.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScXAivP2xWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eZvc5GXjxs8/s320/bones.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315866638211794274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i woke up from a mad nightmare and it's so scary and frightening. I'm not sure if i can remember anything or not but I'll try my best to tell you guys how it goes. As usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; pray before going to sleep, asking Allah to gimme strength and hope to live my life, protect me from evil and some special requests. Like every single night i did that, and hopefully, one by one comes by. As i close my eyes...... wait, let's just get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that Aanis was going back to his ex. It was a fun sunny afternoon, Aanis and me was walking around T.A.T, when suddenly, she messaged him, so i took a peep at his screen and to my horror, she wanted to meet him and that she misses him so much and have been thinkng about him lately. Okay, now, where did  stand? He told me, (thanks for being honest, always), asked me what to do and all. Then, i said up to you, and then he just said goodbye and went off to meet his ex-girlfriend. What happen to me? OF COZ, I WENT BACK HOME ALONE. Crying and sobbing in my room. Being emo me, i didn't talk to anybody at home, i waited and waited for him to at least gimme a call to tell me that he's fine or just happy being with her and all. But he didn't call nor return my calls. I felt so frustated, sad, mad, and of coz, rejected. I told you i'm a loser. Then i woke up, feeling scared until now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cerite Lala tergantung, most prolly, i can continue sleeping and continue the dream but i was to scared. -_____________-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will he or will he not go back to her? I'm afraid. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i'm better than your ex, gonna be better than your next.&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/4504261019127805956-7040584288521282167?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7040584288521282167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7040584288521282167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7040584288521282167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/nightmare.html' title='nightmare'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScXAivP2xWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eZvc5GXjxs8/s72-c/bones.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7848264581689577040</id><published>2009-03-22T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:26:18.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScUSaixQq7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pIIfZEKy7S8/s1600-h/shr46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScUSaixQq7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pIIfZEKy7S8/s320/shr46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315675182400056242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whats the use of telling me anything if you don't prove it? still you're not proving anything la. and you can't blame me for saying that all guys are jerks. god dammit! you can say anything you want behind the phone screen, but words are just words. right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; trying to be as understanding as much as possible, but till how long? yes, i can wait and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; wait, but the fact of being neglected by someone is like, even i myself cannot explain. what the fuck is wrong with me? i'm so emotional nowadays. I should go out and have fun. Now, i can't wait to meet Bailey's and Absolut Peach. Hehh. Let's get drunk and not get laid. Oh god, how long alr. Maybe this is why i'm so emotional. ROFLMAO! I need to make love. HAHA. wth. okay, shut la Lala. I should be like last time, having fun, i guess i miss MOS. haiyah, why MOS have to close down???? ARGH! WHATEVER LAH. i wanna run to my room and cry now. fuckface. -__-"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*share with me anytime, dook.&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/4504261019127805956-7848264581689577040?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7848264581689577040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-use-of-telling-me-anything-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7848264581689577040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7848264581689577040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-use-of-telling-me-anything-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScUSaixQq7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/pIIfZEKy7S8/s72-c/shr46.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7455179785647429222</id><published>2009-03-21T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:17:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and A Question. by Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;A stranger came to the door at eve,&lt;br /&gt;And he spoke the bridegroom fair.&lt;br /&gt;He bore a green-white stick in his hand,&lt;br /&gt;And, for all burden, care.&lt;br /&gt;He asked with the eyes more than the lips&lt;br /&gt;For a shelter for the night,&lt;br /&gt;And he turned and looked at the road afar&lt;br /&gt;Without a window light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridegroom came forth into the porch&lt;br /&gt;With, "Let us look at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And question what of the night to be,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger, you and I."&lt;br /&gt;The woodbine leaves littered the yard,&lt;br /&gt;The woodbine berries were blue,&lt;br /&gt;Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;&lt;br /&gt;"Stranger, I wish I knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within, the bride in the dusk alone&lt;br /&gt;Bent over the open fire,&lt;br /&gt;Her face rose-red with the glowing coal&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of the heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;The bridegroom looked at the weary road,&lt;br /&gt;Yet saw but her within,&lt;br /&gt;And wished her heart in a case of gold&lt;br /&gt;And pinned with a silver pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridegroom thought it little to give&lt;br /&gt;A dole of bread, a purse,&lt;br /&gt;A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,&lt;br /&gt;Or for the rich a curse;&lt;br /&gt;But whether or not a man was asked&lt;br /&gt;To mar the love of two&lt;br /&gt;by harboring woe in the bridal house,&lt;br /&gt;The bridegroom wished he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*am i not pretty enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-7455179785647429222?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7455179785647429222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-question-by-robert-frost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7455179785647429222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7455179785647429222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-question-by-robert-frost.html' title='Love and A Question. by Robert Frost'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-669593382371785077</id><published>2009-03-20T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:03:05.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScOFtvTeV_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/TFlFc1--0us/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScOFtvTeV_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/TFlFc1--0us/s320/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315239006066071538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:- Stayed and rot at home, watching Desperate Houswives and ANTM cycle 11, i think.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:- Was supposed to go out with Munky, but was cancelled due to some problems. Stayed and rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:- Fetch Suriati from work and chill at her place, someone got a new E-series phone, woohoo! Chill with Bing later that night till 4 in the morning. Ape posting kau bing?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:- Partied at DBL O and OBAR, with Ratina. MOS girls reunite. hahaha. Went home with An the real Kung-Fu Panda. An, kawan An, Tairu, CUTE GILER!!!! sukee~~!&lt;br /&gt;Friday:- which is today, surprisingly, went jogging with garfield. Go garfield go~ 54KG!!! hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i spent my week better than last week, i saved a couple of tens. so most prolly, i can go out on Saturday evening. Haha. whatever. If no one ask me out, i'll just stay at home and rot or maybe, Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets. hehh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I'm tired of putting my hopes on JERK(S).period.&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/4504261019127805956-669593382371785077?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/669593382371785077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/669593382371785077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/669593382371785077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week.html' title='this week.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ScOFtvTeV_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/TFlFc1--0us/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8672185930733482183</id><published>2009-03-17T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:00:12.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sb-oTAVhCnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3472bZZAZ8c/s1600-h/fahrani+empel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sb-oTAVhCnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3472bZZAZ8c/s320/fahrani+empel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314151129781701234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont know what to write here. but i'm gonna be random. Anyway, i'm so scared that A**** will go back to his ex-gf. I'm having doubts about me being his loved one. Sigh. I'm really afraid. Well, like Julian said, its difficult to win his heart now, and i'm so bad at winning guy's heart. I rather loose than win, because everytime, i kept thinking that the other party will way better than me. So i'm always a LOSER. and i'm used to being a loser, maybe i was born a loser. thats why. I'm praying hard so i'l get him, cause i know myself, i can take care of him and i'll not break his heart, and of course i don't want him to break mine too. It sucks, to be heart broken, and be jealous of your friends who have someone to love and cherish them. sigh. please, A****, if you happen to read this. Don't be offensive or what. I've been thinking alot about you, and i feel v. rejected if didn't message me. Thanks, im a loser. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawd! Less than a month, i'll be going back to school. I can't wait. How time fly so fast. I have to sleep early and wake up earlier than my brother just to go to school and not to clash with his timing. Hehh! I can't wait for school. Lalalalalala. New classmates, new teachers. I'm so gonna be the most popular girl ever. Hahah, belom masok sekolah, alot of people know me, but do i know them? I can't be bother also. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i painted my nails today. hahaha. Nak feeling2 Jani. hehh. i love my nails color. haha.(; and i didn't wash my hair for two days alr. haiyah.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll be the happiest beetch on earth if my future is a motherfucking FIRE-FIGHTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't ask me why. No one knows why. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss my Baby A----&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4504261019127805956-8672185930733482183?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8672185930733482183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-dont-know-what-to-write-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8672185930733482183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8672185930733482183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-dont-know-what-to-write-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sb-oTAVhCnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3472bZZAZ8c/s72-c/fahrani+empel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3877448492207469067</id><published>2009-03-14T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:34:13.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprano High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SbtOw9249BI/AAAAAAAAAYI/w-pv0ywObKE/s1600-h/DSC01545%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SbtOw9249BI/AAAAAAAAAYI/w-pv0ywObKE/s320/DSC01545%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312926788559107090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SbtOwzDFl3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/m4XaGAsqexM/s1600-h/DSC01549%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SbtOwzDFl3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/m4XaGAsqexM/s320/DSC01549%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312926785657476978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beetch got herself a new SUPRAno High, Jim Greco Pro Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be my school shoes, beetches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, how do you SLUT?&lt;br /&gt;ASS ELLE YOU TEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hug me, A****.&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/4504261019127805956-3877448492207469067?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3877448492207469067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/suprano-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3877448492207469067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3877448492207469067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/suprano-high.html' title='Suprano High'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SbtOw9249BI/AAAAAAAAAYI/w-pv0ywObKE/s72-c/DSC01545%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8524389040619933124</id><published>2009-03-13T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:33:57.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wander.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wander if he's the one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wander if he's truthful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wander if he's sincere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wander why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you, Aanis.&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/4504261019127805956-8524389040619933124?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8524389040619933124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8524389040619933124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8524389040619933124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wander.html' title='i wander.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-396062001514639410</id><published>2009-03-11T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:49:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sbc0HZ6JToI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pFV0M-Qd5DA/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sbc0HZ6JToI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pFV0M-Qd5DA/s320/DSC01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311771587325283970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i get after i did this personality quiz from Wan T-low. check out the results. Most of it its true. Gosh, i'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; you *****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&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/4504261019127805956-396062001514639410?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/396062001514639410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/396062001514639410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/396062001514639410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-quiz.html' title='Personality Quiz'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/Sbc0HZ6JToI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pFV0M-Qd5DA/s72-c/DSC01491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6489443266565248804</id><published>2009-03-08T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:10:34.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby i'm soooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*SOMEDAY THAT WILL NEVER COME*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, hello earthlings. long time huh. anyway, something happen to me this week. i got rejected. -_-""" so much of tryng to open up to love. i'm such an idiot. fine~! lets not talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fad's bbq was the bomb, (:. thanks fad for inviting me. (: so monk didnt turn up but 3 dudes did. Aanis, Julian and their friend, Raihan. cocky kids, but cool. haha. they were totally shy but fad was not. Izhan vomitted and Q cried loudly, terkejut aku. hahahaha, but we all had so much fun. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanna show you guys something. (:&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SbPfR6nF_KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PFckx0zTvZI/s1600-h/Aanis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SbPfR6nF_KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PFckx0zTvZI/s200/Aanis2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310833884483943586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute kan?&lt;br /&gt;those who knows him alr, shut!&lt;br /&gt;those who doesn't, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~i'm missing ***** alr.~&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/4504261019127805956-6489443266565248804?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6489443266565248804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-im-soooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6489443266565248804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6489443266565248804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-im-soooo.html' title='baby i&apos;m soooo.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SbPfR6nF_KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PFckx0zTvZI/s72-c/Aanis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-9148087993519053707</id><published>2009-03-02T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:28:52.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Creation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SavCXqVncGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GQo5NJH0LF4/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SavCXqVncGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GQo5NJH0LF4/s320/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308550297543995490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by my C702 phone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SavCVG5hJ6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IfPQk0cjkN4/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SavCVG5hJ6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IfPQk0cjkN4/s320/DSC01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308550253671163810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice aye?!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amin.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'nuff said.&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/4504261019127805956-9148087993519053707?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/9148087993519053707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9148087993519053707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9148087993519053707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-creation.html' title='God&apos;s Creation.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SavCXqVncGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GQo5NJH0LF4/s72-c/DSC01390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-83644949189849316</id><published>2009-03-02T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:18:30.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SauQrRwq3wI/AAAAAAAAAWo/f0ZG75ny7FA/s1600-h/IMG_9502+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SauQrRwq3wI/AAAAAAAAAWo/f0ZG75ny7FA/s320/IMG_9502+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308495658962575106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacks on deck, patron on ice, we can pop bottles all night. wth. stooooop. reality check. i'm single, and rejected. i have friends that i can actually not count on, and i have plenty of storybooks to finish up. and why am i wasting time finding for new friends? ohmygod. okay, pussycats. i'm starting school in 1 month's time, hah, excited. (: currently, i'm just bumming and please stop asking about the JBP job. -____-" urgh~! this weekend, i wont be at home, yey, m going to fad's bbq. yessir, but im not bringing anyone. ): thats so standard of lala. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what guys i wanna bring? all not interested in me. haha. -_-, wth. i would like to take this opportunity to thanks FAd for meeting me on Saturday and Izhan for cabot-ing my kening, i know its a tough job for izhan to clear this bushes of mine. haha. (; sayang korg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been raining for quite sometimes, haiz, so leceh wanna go out. but still, any guys still up for the bbq? (: i just need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kucinta *****.&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/4504261019127805956-83644949189849316?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/83644949189849316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/stacks-on-deck-patron-on-ice-we-can-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/83644949189849316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/83644949189849316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/03/stacks-on-deck-patron-on-ice-we-can-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SauQrRwq3wI/AAAAAAAAAWo/f0ZG75ny7FA/s72-c/IMG_9502+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-26859514618437032</id><published>2009-02-27T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:01:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men, boys and guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SabtAa3wSfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RLJuAIQA9CA/s1600-h/desperatehousewives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SabtAa3wSfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RLJuAIQA9CA/s320/desperatehousewives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307189802371664370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until, someone has prove to me that he's capable of not breaking my heart then i'll still believe that all men are jerks. the reason why i'm still single because, i don't think i can fall in love anymore, hati sudah kebal. the more time i spend time by myself, the heartless i get. once, someone proved to me that he's not like daddy but after so long being with him, he kinda show alil of his ugly side and its very ugly, it made me so sick and tired to love him, yes, he is the one for me, a second i thought but, *sighs*. He obsessive and controlling at the same time, and he doesn't trust me with my friends. and he was abusive, i remember clearly the night he layed his frakin' dirty hands on me. Daddy did beat me but he have all the rights. but not him, he's not even related to me, he was just my boyfriend. i loved him, i cherished him, but his obsessed behavior made me scared and frightened. so i left him. and i met another jerk, and this farker, i tell you, one, he owes my friends money, still, and he freakin' broke my toilet door plus he was farking rude to daddy. oh my gawd. i can't believe i was so gullible to fall for him, and yes, he was my rebound guy. *sighs* and now, i'm thinking, what the hell is wrong with me? why am i being so stoopid. PERIOD. then i stop liking or loving men, and i start having crushes, for a while, and then i decided to break their hearts, you see, karma, it is to believe that its true, and guess what, it is. i brkoe men's hearts and they broke mine. ): so i guess, if i keep on abusing their hearts, sooner or later, i'll hurt mine deeper. yes, i do farking miss having someone i can say, "B, i love you, i miss you.", randomly. i'm treating everyone guy i know on this planet earth strictly as friends, why? the reason is, i'm so afraid to open up to love. Oh, i get attached to someone easily but that doesn't mean i like you or something. numsayin'? well, i do like this particular someone but i don't think we'll go farther than being just friends. why would he would choose me when there are still lots of prettier and more beautifool girls than me. I'm ugly in the morning, i don't dress for ocassions, i hate wearing make up, and trust me, without make up, guys won't even take the first look at me. i have no assets to show off. i really wanna get to know him more, but he's always busy with co-curricular activities. i wanna tell him that i'm interested in him, i don't wanna be friends with anymore. i've not meet him yet, i can't wait to meet him. i can;t wait to hang out with him, i want him to shine for me, i want him to be proud of me, i need him to be my medicine everytime, i'm down, sad, upset, sick, lonely. he really made me laugh my ass off. and i'll be really really proud to call him, MY BOYFRIEND/MY B. (: but, i do think that he's not interested in me. what so interesting about me? i'm just someone who is loud on the outside but very soft and weak inside. no one believes me if i said i'm shy. ): but the fact is i am. i'm so sad whenever a guy said i'm like a loud hailer, or ask me if i "tertelan" microphone. i need to change myself but thats like pretending. i am what i am. if i continue writing this, i'll start crying and lack of self confidence in myself, FARK. oh well, till then, shit should be in the toilet bowl, not your freakin smelly mouth. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ilikeyou,-----.*&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/4504261019127805956-26859514618437032?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/26859514618437032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-boys-and-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/26859514618437032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/26859514618437032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-boys-and-guys.html' title='men, boys and guys.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SabtAa3wSfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RLJuAIQA9CA/s72-c/desperatehousewives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8464331828371998981</id><published>2009-02-25T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:13:49.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pprkt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SaVgCHyRIqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9i2Mb3XRcTU/s1600-h/DSC05901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SaVgCHyRIqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9i2Mb3XRcTU/s200/DSC05901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753325491888802" 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://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/73/74/49664737/1_722788730l.jpg"&gt;sometimes, sibling are way better than friends. (:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take this anymore, its coming back to my life AGAIN. Well, you guys who knows me, know how much i hate being control, or being told what to do. Who loves it anyway. I got over Teddy last year and guess what another one is coming, actually, i dont know what this guy wants from my life. HELLO I'M JUST YOUR FRIEND. i can't be there straight away with you whenever you need me, its just stupid. For a moment i thought, why would i terburu-buru wanna be friends with him, what? Just coz, he's in the local scene, okay, i'm not the kind of person who just wanna be friends with cool and popular kids. I'm just friendly, if you wanna be my friend, then be, if not, delete me from your life. And yes, i choose friends now, i'll be with whoever i want to be, and i will not just be friends with anyone or everyone. (: if you dont like it, too bad. But i just wanna apologise to everyone with what i did in the past. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't like it if you are my friend for a minute and not my friend the next, it's tiring for me to even fucking think about whether you fuckers wanna be my friend or not.tyvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4504261019127805956-8464331828371998981?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8464331828371998981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pprkt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8464331828371998981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8464331828371998981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pprkt.html' title='pprkt'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SaVgCHyRIqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9i2Mb3XRcTU/s72-c/DSC05901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3697381313226137209</id><published>2009-02-20T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:23:02.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on wednesday, 180209,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first and the last day of work at DigiPhoto, Jurong Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park, because the supervisor, Raj from Nepal is fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flirtatious. Ewwww! Fuck Off Raj!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-3697381313226137209?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3697381313226137209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-wednesday-180209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3697381313226137209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3697381313226137209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-wednesday-180209.html' title='on wednesday, 180209,'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3651898778912517847</id><published>2009-02-17T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:57:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Erricsson C702</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/cws/file/1.348492.1202536236/C702_product_quality_image_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.sonyericsson.com/cws/file/1.348492.1202536236/C702_product_quality_image_1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/cws/file/1.348519.1203426398/C702_product_quality_image_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.sonyericsson.com/cws/file/1.348519.1203426398/C702_product_quality_image_2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, my new phone and i'm loving it. But sadly, i hate the keypads, so irritating. ):&lt;br /&gt;But thanks anyway, *****, aka someone important in mylife. Thanks for parting your money to buy phone for me. I love you ok, lil *****. (; i have to. lol.&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/4504261019127805956-3651898778912517847?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3651898778912517847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sony-erricsson-c702.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3651898778912517847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3651898778912517847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sony-erricsson-c702.html' title='Sony Erricsson C702'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4335646632511558223</id><published>2009-02-17T01:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:47:48.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZmg2fq2bjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yuBGyPiaW4Q/s1600-h/DSC05993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZmg2fq2bjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yuBGyPiaW4Q/s200/DSC05993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303446894280076850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm officially a broke ass bitch. roflmao. i dont even know what i did with the money he gave me. i'm a bad bad girl. if he knows, he'll stop giving me money. ok, bedek uh. i still have some savings, yes, thank you. i'm a thrifty girl now. well, let see what did i bought recently, a new phone(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;$399&lt;/span&gt;), a new dress(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;$19.90&lt;/span&gt;), some hairbands(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that cost like 13 freaking bucks&lt;/span&gt;). roflol. anyway, i went to Tampines and met Bobby Joe, and guess what, he living the same life as me. papa joe and all, goddamm, the reason why i stop believing in guys and their till death do us part thingy. but thank god, papa joe still cares about his family. i feel you bobby joe. (: and i'll always be behind you in every success you do. (; and that's a promise. so we went to Giant @ tampines to look for my freaking berms which im gonna wear tomorrow when i go out with JWM, yey! but, we failed and then i gave up, so we went to tampines mall instead, waited for the take-your-own sweet-time bus to arrive, we did a lil family background chatting. i was shocked to learn about his family. but like i said earlier, i'll be there for you, emotionally, when you need someone ok, bobby joe. (: and yes, i bought the berms at cotton on for freaking 35 bucks. Cotton On is getting expensive. tsktsk. then we chill and did some more chatting then i head home. lol. and now, im broke. so how am i suppose to go out with JWM tomorrow? LOL. i'll think of something. haha. by the way, while waiting for B.Joe, terserempak with zee beetch, fadlee, it was nice to meet him after so long and i'm bringing someone to 7th march's bbq. which is..... not gonna tell you people. hehh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, my new friend, ekin, just got into an accident, haiz..): and he injured his right hand, right leg and anything on his right. kesiiiiaaaann kan. and he's having some trouble eating. i wish i can be there to help him heal his wounds. oh my, teringat time aku heal Suriati's wounds. awwwwww. i was there when she needed someone the most but now, (speechless). SO GET WELL SOON EKIN! i'll be waiting for the day to meet you. cepat cepat sembuh, then boleh jumpe okay? lol. and i miss someone terribly. ): tak message, tak call at 8am lagi ke? where'd you go? action nye dieeeeee. oklah, i'm becoming like a sloth alr, and JWM rajin nak carry the sloth if he have to. LOL. and i can't wait for my ite results, insya-Allah, i can go back to school. (; amin. i shall stop here. (: goodnight and goodbye. (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;misses *z***. ):&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/4504261019127805956-4335646632511558223?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4335646632511558223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-officially-broke-ass-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4335646632511558223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4335646632511558223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-officially-broke-ass-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZmg2fq2bjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yuBGyPiaW4Q/s72-c/DSC05993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5357128645132133998</id><published>2009-02-15T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:31:17.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZejzN5zGUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kd2UoPSDunI/s1600-h/0d8KfQUr5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZejzN5zGUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kd2UoPSDunI/s400/0d8KfQUr5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302887186552789314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how did i spent my Valentine? I just went out with Saiful aka John Watson Macintosh. Lol. we watch movie and then head home. HAHA! but i had fun. This is like a more to hang out kinda thingy than a date. SERIOUSLY! Actually i wasn't planning to go out. Lol! But i was goddamm bored at home alone. so i ask him out, jyeah. we went to vivo and watch Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. It was goooood, highly recomended by me! hehh. Somebody bought for me something and i wanna thank you and i love you till the day i die, because he is somehow related to me. (: ROFLMAO! okok, im too lazy to update actually. LOL.i stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Omshantiom *Z***! -&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/4504261019127805956-5357128645132133998?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5357128645132133998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-did-i-spent-my-valentine-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5357128645132133998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5357128645132133998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-did-i-spent-my-valentine-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZejzN5zGUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kd2UoPSDunI/s72-c/0d8KfQUr5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6660380312626607662</id><published>2009-02-12T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:12:26.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZPLpUTV4WI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3ECaoVtPhu4/s1600-h/IMG_9576+-+Copy%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZPLpUTV4WI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3ECaoVtPhu4/s400/IMG_9576+-+Copy%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301805097030115682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The snow, so peaceful and serene,&lt;br /&gt;               caressed by the soft moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;               gave magical feelings to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The soft blue glow,&lt;br /&gt;               the lovers' words that then did flow,&lt;br /&gt;               their lips closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;               until, locked in the throes&lt;br /&gt;               of a passionate embrace,&lt;br /&gt;               he decided to express his feelings,&lt;br /&gt;               to keep her safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                He whispered softly,&lt;br /&gt;               his words like music to her ears,&lt;br /&gt;               "I Love You,"&lt;br /&gt;               and her response the same,&lt;br /&gt;               heard like the gentle breeze,&lt;br /&gt;               "And I, love you, forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                That was the night they promised&lt;br /&gt;               to be together through everything,&lt;br /&gt;               each to care for the other when old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;               A lovers' pact&lt;br /&gt;               the most likely to last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-6660380312626607662?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6660380312626607662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-so-peaceful-and-serene-caressed-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6660380312626607662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6660380312626607662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-so-peaceful-and-serene-caressed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SZPLpUTV4WI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3ECaoVtPhu4/s72-c/IMG_9576+-+Copy%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7141357691550502756</id><published>2009-02-12T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:59:14.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired of doing this over and over again, how many times i tried doing it, i've failed. i hate my blog skin and i dont know how to change it, thanks to the people who have helped me change it but failed too. -_-" i know its frustating, so im gonna wait till experts arrive. haha. kill me , im bored. AND I WANT MY PICTURES!!!!!!!!!! FAHMY, I WANT MY PICTURES.. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-7141357691550502756?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7141357691550502756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-tired-of-doing-this-over-and-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7141357691550502756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7141357691550502756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-tired-of-doing-this-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1057368950639012498</id><published>2009-02-11T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:42:26.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think back in April, how was your love life then?&lt;br /&gt;bad, haha. who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;my phatarazzi bitch, Q.&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mommy. ); and Love.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Orange and a black plum.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bad temper?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but i get mad often.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the place you live?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, far away from my bitches and sluts.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last received call from?&lt;br /&gt;Monk, in the morning while i was sleeping. ;D&lt;br /&gt;And last text?&lt;br /&gt;My baby brother, (:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your life so far?&lt;br /&gt;in a way. (:&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your biological mother?&lt;br /&gt;100706, )': before die dikebumikan.&lt;br /&gt;Has the opposite sex ever sang to you before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and it was breath taking. even if it was on the phone jeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you talk to 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, duhh~&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Fad, cause he's gay and i'm proud to have him a friend. (:&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Chill Kuih, (: looks like i'm not gonna get the job. ):&lt;br /&gt;What makes you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Irritating guys, and guy who sleeps on me.&lt;br /&gt;What do you spend most of your money on?&lt;br /&gt;menthol light and more menthol light.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Summer Breeze, indon teenage love affair.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the smell of gasoline?&lt;br /&gt;NO, you want me to die is it? PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked to a complete mean today?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, she's not home yet. heeee.&lt;br /&gt;Has someone disappointed you recently?&lt;br /&gt;yes, koz he said he can't go out with me this saturday, stoopid excuse. ):&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;couple of hours back, (:&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the next person you kiss?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, *Z***. (:&lt;br /&gt;Are you single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;Single, yey! living it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said I love you and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;Duhh~ to Hayat, Daniel, and ...................... :D&lt;br /&gt;What are you most excited about?&lt;br /&gt;telling my bff, what i did and who i met, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?&lt;br /&gt;nope, but my bra for 2004's MTV Asia Awards' tickets. (: i won!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so happy that you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, (:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Totally. like now.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried over someone you shouldn't have wasted your tears on?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, TAN MOHD. HIRWANDIE, menyesal i. -_-&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the price is right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;What was your last Valentine's Day like?&lt;br /&gt;drunk and FUN!!! thanks to An. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Evefar(20th) &amp;amp; Baby Bro(18th)!!&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/4504261019127805956-1057368950639012498?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1057368950639012498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1057368950639012498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1057368950639012498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8910243711893873051</id><published>2009-02-11T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:04:33.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't matter what color skin you are. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vn0e4s2uBjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/vn0e4s2uBjs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't woree, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tak mati kalau suke, omshantiom *****. ^^&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&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/4504261019127805956-8910243711893873051?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8910243711893873051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-doesnt-matter-what-color-skin-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8910243711893873051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8910243711893873051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-doesnt-matter-what-color-skin-you.html' title='it doesn&apos;t matter what color skin you are. (:'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6117642192873289202</id><published>2009-02-09T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:43:58.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, at least now i know who are my real friends, and whose not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is so plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know how it feels whether you're the outkast or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what momma said is true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"being bestfriends with books is wayy better than being friends with people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i know what she meant all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm currently a Gwen Stefani's addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*life is short, you're cpable.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &amp;hearts; omshantiom *****.&lt;br /&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/4504261019127805956-6117642192873289202?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6117642192873289202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6117642192873289202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6117642192873289202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP!'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7920741465693835776</id><published>2009-02-08T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:03:42.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_v41BnrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/V58b80zMMZw/s1600-h/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_v41BnrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/V58b80zMMZw/s320/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103165914488498" border="0" /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i look pretty cute here, introducing, my sexy love, Di Luna.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_v3_vbLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NmAV4R94u9M/s1600-h/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_v3_vbLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NmAV4R94u9M/s320/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103165690997938" border="0" /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;support nachos.(:  nabeyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_v-jqI1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/QieTO2nWMO8/s1600-h/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_v-jqI1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/QieTO2nWMO8/s320/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103167452259154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-tube as head gear, cool thinking.(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_vuBfMGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wLJ1O96zabc/s1600-h/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_vuBfMGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wLJ1O96zabc/s320/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103163013967970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-i admit im PHAT. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_viCY7fI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_c1hy-jjCQE/s1600-h/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_viCY7fI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_c1hy-jjCQE/s320/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103159796526578" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-alot of sun tanning i get.tsk.-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went to vivo, met BFF then off to youth park for some teh tarik session then head home. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ♥ you, omshantiom *****.&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/4504261019127805956-7920741465693835776?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7920741465693835776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7920741465693835776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7920741465693835776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sentosa.html' title='sentosa. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SY2_v41BnrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/V58b80zMMZw/s72-c/%5Bd0peNesHit%5D024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4247847580689530766</id><published>2009-02-06T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:29:37.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clubbing with them is so much fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwCrd8zayI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rT-0F55C07A/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwCrd8zayI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rT-0F55C07A/s320/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299613807305517858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gambar tetek Q nak terkeluar, -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBUbN8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/clMzdQdTKH4/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBUbN8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/clMzdQdTKH4/s320/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299612311923484274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Faiqah J. and Auri Sara Syahkeena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBUaPKoAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/T316kXDwPDM/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBUaPKoAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/T316kXDwPDM/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299612311660175362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;us and the three strangers(mate aku keroh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBUE-xkWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pHoyx3xCQRE/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBUE-xkWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pHoyx3xCQRE/s320/44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299612305954279778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we are CALEFARE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBT7YIc1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/igo5DGyq_Qw/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwBT7YIc1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/igo5DGyq_Qw/s320/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299612303376282450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New Year with Diana Luna (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click on the pics to see.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-4247847580689530766?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4247847580689530766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/clubbing-with-them-is-so-much-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4247847580689530766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4247847580689530766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/clubbing-with-them-is-so-much-fun.html' title='clubbing with them is so much fun.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYwCrd8zayI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rT-0F55C07A/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-868579612656896777</id><published>2009-02-06T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:10:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheeeshaaaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYv7tlWZ8SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5PNkcXlgIxY/s1600-h/cute1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYv7tlWZ8SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5PNkcXlgIxY/s320/cute1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299606147070292258" border="0" /&gt;[be cool don't be a fool]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday was fun, i went out. Yes, i went out, at last.&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my Sister to polyclinic, then off to a very heavy feel mcm nak terberak lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Its was kinda a late lunch cum dinner kakak aku pelokek nak mati. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;While i was eating and on the phone with Ayid(then kene letak phone koz kakak marah-_-), guess what happen,&lt;br /&gt;a chinese fucktard(sorry to my chinese friends,i love you all.), killed two innocent frogs in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;): cibai kan. siak uh, he just bang the frogs on the kitchen sink. wahlau. the scene keep repeating in my mind sia.&lt;br /&gt;babi sia. i know lah, he do it to cook, but kesian sey tu katak, tak bersalah. ANIMAL CRUELTY.&lt;br /&gt;can i curse that guy, that when he died, all the frogs that he killed will do the same to him in HELL.&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwwww, okay, and i cried and freaked out like mcm budak kecik namapk clown gitu. mak die lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, ish, after my not so good kakak sayang ku belanje frog killing lunch,&lt;br /&gt;off to bugis to meet my BFF(best friends forever, duhh), Lutfi, hehe. and his friends which is now my friends, kan? eh?, shidah,ken and jujut, what name sia, JUJUT!&lt;br /&gt;lol, went to dinner, and sheeshaaa and loads of sex talking, lmao, sume lah tga sakit kuat, mushibot satu-satu. haha. i had milk with honey, tsk, potong kaki nye. manis nak mati.lol.and we had lemon flavoured sheshaaaaaa. sedap, Shidah blanje sheshaaa. hehe. yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shidah, she's a nice kid, i misjudged her, i guess. MY BAD, babe. she's funny and cute, so small, and her face like bola gitu. cute kan. dah mcm pet society's nye pet. haha. (: anyway, wow, kiter sambil ber-sheeshaaa, sempat gossip mcm gossipp girlss gitu.. sukeeeee. hahaha. and 11plus like went off, coz ken tak sabar nak beli rokok merah/panas dier, haha. on the way, to the mrt,, agak2 sape aku jumpe?&lt;br /&gt;my old long lost ginah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;regina chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, yes, i saw her at her workplace, did some catching up a quick one, duhh~. coz i cant afford to miss the last train, yeah, i went home alone, mcm biase, coz everyone stays in the east. argh~! saw this cute guy, he got dreadlocks but he got gf lah, bummed. haha. saw helfie at the busstop, did his duty rooster for work, under my block, then went up at 2am, chatted with Ayid^^, got sleepy, put down the phone, suddenly cannot sleep, decided to text Monk, but he called me at 5am when im already in my fats dreaming about anak ketue kampong. HAHA. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk, penat sia type. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADELINE OSMAN, &lt;/span&gt;i tak sabar nak jumpee you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-868579612656896777?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/868579612656896777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sheeeshaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/868579612656896777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/868579612656896777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sheeeshaaaa.html' title='Sheeeshaaaa.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYv7tlWZ8SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5PNkcXlgIxY/s72-c/cute1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2657531975969556179</id><published>2009-02-06T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:00:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>migrane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It came back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-2657531975969556179?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2657531975969556179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/migrane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2657531975969556179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2657531975969556179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/migrane.html' title='migrane'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3949515829639495066</id><published>2009-02-05T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:08:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYn0K1D5ngI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iWDpEsVkaRk/s1600-h/DSC07671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYn0K1D5ngI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iWDpEsVkaRk/s320/DSC07671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299034903457406466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know the picture is abit blurr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see the kid up there. i like him since 2002, yes, i do have other relationship, but my liking for him hasn't change since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam bodoh kan aku, siang tak nak bilang, suke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bantal busuk that my freaking sister have to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabeycibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, i talked to Taufiq, my Primary,secondary and ite schoolmate, lame per skolah together.&lt;br /&gt;macam fated je, haha. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i told him i like the kid up there, which happen to be our secondary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we talk and talk, i never talk to taufiq like this before, but, we're mature now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si taufiq nye mataer nie, budak thailand, name SASIPORN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah, what name what name?&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story, the kid up there, he knew i liked him but what he didnt know that i still do like him, and i hope he's not like other guys but, one problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIER NIE ANAK KETUE KAMPONG!! ANAK HARON SEY, SUSAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i wont give up. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-3949515829639495066?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3949515829639495066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pfft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3949515829639495066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3949515829639495066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pfft.html' title='pfft'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYn0K1D5ngI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iWDpEsVkaRk/s72-c/DSC07671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5867195551610710682</id><published>2009-02-04T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:14:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boysboysboys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Boys i met on the internet just wanna get laid.&lt;br /&gt;i SWEAR! fuck!&lt;br /&gt;first, they'll sweet talk and then meet ups.&lt;br /&gt;then, here comes the best part,&lt;br /&gt;"you, kalau your house takde orang, i datang teman you boleh?"&lt;br /&gt;okay, NO! even if my dad doesn't say anything about me bringing home friends,&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't mean you can come to my house WHEN NOBODY IS AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;these kind of immoral guys, they just wanna get in my pants. :@&lt;br /&gt;Sesuka hati mak bapak korg je, think what? aku nie slut?!&lt;br /&gt;And please eh Mr 29 years old guy, stop thinking that i'm dumb enough to let you hangout with me this weekend at home.&lt;br /&gt;You have a gf for god's sake. Don't lie to me that you guys have broken up. -_- thats just stooopid!&lt;br /&gt;You sweet talker mother fucker who wants to get into my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;where is the LOVE yo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4504261019127805956-5867195551610710682?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5867195551610710682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/boysboysboys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5867195551610710682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5867195551610710682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/boysboysboys.html' title='boysboysboys.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6652824109874228720</id><published>2009-02-03T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:17:32.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYherycynlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WdVod7HPx30/s1600-h/nurulandmimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYherycynlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WdVod7HPx30/s320/nurulandmimi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298589067971305042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ife sucks. Rock N Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last resort, ite bedok, multi-media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go back to school no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best Saiful, tgk profile Emilia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so fast Febuary alr, and next saturday is like Valentine's day and i got no date yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only, nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a part time job badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Happy 32nd Mak Su!(:&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/4504261019127805956-6652824109874228720?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6652824109874228720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6652824109874228720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6652824109874228720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-this-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYherycynlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WdVod7HPx30/s72-c/nurulandmimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5686072749193749239</id><published>2009-02-01T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:17:16.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm in love or maybe having a big high school crush on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-5686072749193749239?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5686072749193749239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5686072749193749239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5686072749193749239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think.html' title='i think'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2880365972272703874</id><published>2009-01-31T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:13:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriend or ...</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/_FNf5p8negK8/SYRMtN2rF1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BVP4PPN0k30/s1600-h/DSC06122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYRMtN2rF1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BVP4PPN0k30/s320/DSC06122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297443401391347538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I MISS YOU, TRUELY,DEEPLY,MADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siti Suriati Binte Hj. Suhaimi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where the hell have you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why aren't you picking up my calls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you and your grandmama so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have lots to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry if i've been self-centered or selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took my back all my words and i seek for your forgiveness alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why won't you forgive me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please pick up my calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss those days with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still think you're the only person who understands me inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still want you to be my bride's maid and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTFRIEND&lt;/span&gt; till the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you dearly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please come back to me my babygirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't do this ever to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*this i promise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4504261019127805956-2880365972272703874?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2880365972272703874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/bestfriend-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2880365972272703874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2880365972272703874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/bestfriend-or.html' title='bestfriend or ...'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYRMtN2rF1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BVP4PPN0k30/s72-c/DSC06122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1228037599903708129</id><published>2009-01-29T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:02:06.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say" style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border="0" alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_libra_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4504261019127805956-1228037599903708129?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1228037599903708129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-horoscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1228037599903708129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1228037599903708129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-horoscope.html' title='my horoscope'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4812044669664209959</id><published>2009-01-28T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:20:51.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYBbW6t7rqI/AAAAAAAAATw/YtGTpSxzo8Y/s1600-h/boys+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYBbW6t7rqI/AAAAAAAAATw/YtGTpSxzo8Y/s320/boys+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333611064864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my HAPPY PILLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so i decided to write in smaller font, i think its cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing batam actually. Its fun, and my dad's son is so adorable and uncontrollable, macam feeling nak jadi ibu satu hari gitu.haha. Even though, i don't really care if he 's married and kept it from my late mom, but in the end every single soul knows. Shut lah Emilia. Rest in peace mommy.ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my husband is not like my dad, of course i wanna be happy and have a responsible husband and father to my audi and sara. haha.(: I've been having no luck this year, first unsuccessful ite application in Jan and now, no job vacancies and no love life. I need a boyfriend. I miss having one, though. And, yes, i do get jealous that all my gfs who have bfs, but singlehood is fun too. FREEDOM. oh whatever. Someone love me okay, i'm a loving kiddo, i have someone in mind to be m bf, but he stays in the east, tak sanggup. haha, if i can do it for Daniel, of course i can do it for him, right. I used to go to Pasir Ris, to and fro, everyday to see my ex-bf, Daniel. And i can surely do it again, as long as he can make me happy. (: betol betol betol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my horoscopes says that i'm loving  and beautiful, hates to be alone. Very sociable. blah blah blah, im a libra. i think its bullshit, but it really goes with my character but i'm a shy kid, so tak kene eh. haha. off to more chores and teevee i guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i think i nak suke kat itu cumi lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4504261019127805956-4812044669664209959?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4812044669664209959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/random_9516.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4812044669664209959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4812044669664209959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/random_9516.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SYBbW6t7rqI/AAAAAAAAATw/YtGTpSxzo8Y/s72-c/boys+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2109388074235896425</id><published>2009-01-28T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:10:50.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JigglyPuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KdBn38Kmi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/5KdBn38Kmi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Don't sleep, when you watch this. I think i like someone.(:&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/4504261019127805956-2109388074235896425?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2109388074235896425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/jigglypuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2109388074235896425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2109388074235896425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/jigglypuff.html' title='JigglyPuff'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2290635509789594753</id><published>2009-01-27T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:55:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SX6vOgh-W6I/AAAAAAAAATY/fU-eJHX8C2c/s1600-h/DSC08950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SX6vOgh-W6I/AAAAAAAAATY/fU-eJHX8C2c/s320/DSC08950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295862875619744674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SX6vOu6EA-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/9d1vrYtnsqY/s1600-h/DSC08885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SX6vOu6EA-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/9d1vrYtnsqY/s320/DSC08885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295862879478875106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vacation at  Batam. Fun! I get what i wanted. haha. Makan non stop, smoke non stop. I got a serak basah voice. It sucks koz i can't sing for the moment. damn, but i got a sexy voice. MEOW!&lt;br /&gt;More pictures at Facebook, click on my link--&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/4504261019127805956-2290635509789594753?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2290635509789594753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2290635509789594753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2290635509789594753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SX6vOgh-W6I/AAAAAAAAATY/fU-eJHX8C2c/s72-c/DSC08950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8426307904108834937</id><published>2009-01-20T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:20:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller Ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.supermotard.co.nz/www/images-4sale/drz400sm%20motard%20%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.supermotard.co.nz/www/images-4sale/drz400sm%20motard%20%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;[DRZ Motard400]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAIK KAN?!!I know. But the thriller ride i had was not this one, but i tell you its one of the best thriller ride ever. My new made friend, Muj Bouncer, fetch me from my house along with Lili Babi and the jigglypuff, Z, to meet Omar(word association master). Its was fun, hanging out with 20+++ years old people. SERIOUSLY! Totally RANDOM bunch of people. Aku sukee. (: Omar's friend, Sufian, was there too, and i think he's super duper cute when he smile and he got a cute perky butt, wait, does all sakter boys have cute perky butt? haha, maaakkk,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we chilled and laughed non stop. Gerek giler, and yes, its been ages since i last lepak with bunch of friends and they're my new made friends, thanks to lili that i met Omar,Muj and Abang Z and Ian. Thanks to Shikin Nekmat that i met Lili.(: Drinks and Snacks are sponsor by Abang Zack kiter.Tysm. (:&lt;br /&gt;ride home was fun, thrilling and mind blowing. Muj naik motor macam orang giler, he forgot anak dara orang kat belakang dier. I just close my eyes when he crazily bring me home. It was fun. Okay, how many times i said FUN and THRILL? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Omar, you're one funny man.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*money making time*&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/4504261019127805956-8426307904108834937?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8426307904108834937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/thriller-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8426307904108834937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8426307904108834937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/thriller-ride.html' title='Thriller Ride.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5147004615733722836</id><published>2009-01-19T08:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:14:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXPPGGjTScI/AAAAAAAAAS4/feTz75E6ZhU/s1600-h/GO113a_0150B_jpg-7ac40363-t3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXPPGGjTScI/AAAAAAAAAS4/feTz75E6ZhU/s200/GO113a_0150B_jpg-7ac40363-t3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292801690835306946" border="0" /&gt;[My baby,Chuck Bass.]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 8 in the morning, and i was up since 6plus, shit, can't get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Lavender in a while. So i'll just won't go back to sleep.Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I keep thinking who would be perfect to be my boyfriend. I know, take habis habis berbual pasal boysboysboys. Okay, suke hati orang lah.hahh.Oh yeah, i really need to look for a job and insyallah, i get accepted to an ITE soon, i can't wait. I'm so excited and nervous. I bet i'm gonna be the oldest in class, AGAIN. Macam dah biase eh Emilia. Go lala ranger. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makk, nak tahu something korang, remember the "papa jahat" girl, the porn that made her not rich but famous and kinda cheap, i think she a nice kid okay, anyway, back to her, she commited suicide. JYEAH, she's no longer available for your service you stupid bastard who bluetooth the video to nationwide. Thanks to this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motherfucker&lt;/span&gt;, her parents lost her, and she had to end her life this way, by commiting suicide, that is just nasty. It shows how much you fucking love her lah. This is one of the reasons why i don't believe in malay guys, no offence. But yeah, JANTAN MELAYU SEPERTI BINATANG. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Israel VS. Palestien(okay,is the wrong spelling!). Dunia Khiamat Dunia Khiamat. I'm cleaning out my closet. Why can't there be peace to the world?Why? Best sangat pe gaduh? Israel nie, fanatik sia. Tak paham aku. KNNCCB. Leave them alone. Stop bombing, stop toturing, stop killing, stop sexual abusing, stop everything. Okay like as if people are listening to me. Give it a rest, do you have to conquer everything? I blam G.W.Bush for this. I hate that motherfucker, aku sumpah, aku benci dier. Obama Obama, Barrack Obama please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go, so don't expect something good out of every friendship. True friends will be there through thick or thin, and one more thing, action speaks louder than words. you hear that, Suriati Suhaimi? No excuses, yes i'm selfish but i just want to be with you. Just tell me when was the last time we met and hang out? You were so busy with your life and everything and expect me to be there for you, and where were you when i fucken need you?&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*money making time*&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/4504261019127805956-5147004615733722836?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5147004615733722836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5147004615733722836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5147004615733722836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXPPGGjTScI/AAAAAAAAAS4/feTz75E6ZhU/s72-c/GO113a_0150B_jpg-7ac40363-t3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6663988899191091402</id><published>2009-01-17T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:27:57.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot.</title><content type='html'>I suke sekali with the photoshoot session with Phat Inc. (: It was as usual, LOUD,FUN AND CRAZY. Nurul and me did the make up first koz the rest was late as usual. Star karatzxzx. HAHA. I'm not gonna say anything anymore,I HAD FUCKING FUN.Thanks guys.(: we started at 11am and end around 4pm. *and oh, FAD BLANJAR KITER SUME MINOM AT THE EXPENSIVE GILER BABI KEDAI KOPI BESIDE THE STUDIO.*hehe, happy fad? and and i met a new friend, her name is Netty and she's hot.haha. then off to bugis for dinner and esplanade, then they went home and i went to meet diana and her friend Jamal. BORING LAH ok, took the last train home. Freak out in the bus while listen to MJ12. haha.idiot.okaylah thats it.take your time while looking at my photoshoots and don't get hard or drool okay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNzMAM4BI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vhv3bJKv-J8/s1600-h/IMG_9502+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNzMAM4BI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vhv3bJKv-J8/s320/IMG_9502+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237316416135186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain On Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNzF1RFMI/AAAAAAAAASc/bcpsZEUoLO4/s1600-h/IMG_9498+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNzF1RFMI/AAAAAAAAASc/bcpsZEUoLO4/s320/IMG_9498+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237314759660738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNywi2iGI/AAAAAAAAASU/AqUJf3NF7mM/s1600-h/IMG_9494+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNywi2iGI/AAAAAAAAASU/AqUJf3NF7mM/s320/IMG_9494+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237309045278818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexy Look.(i think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNygRIs6I/AAAAAAAAASM/B4nLARQCVzg/s1600-h/IMG_9576+-+Copy%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNygRIs6I/AAAAAAAAASM/B4nLARQCVzg/s320/IMG_9576+-+Copy%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237304676004770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phat Inc.&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/4504261019127805956-6663988899191091402?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6663988899191091402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6663988899191091402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6663988899191091402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SXHNzMAM4BI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vhv3bJKv-J8/s72-c/IMG_9502+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5549389462407663014</id><published>2009-01-13T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:20:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminising my childhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i thought of this.enjoy.i'm busy looking for a job.so i got no time to update my blog. i will soon.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zB2gPZRsz0Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7151891980912764948</id><published>2009-01-08T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:46:35.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGAWDDD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know that if you're pregnant, even if you've planned to get married before you know that you're pregnant, still, nikah tak SAH!?&lt;br /&gt;\:&lt;br /&gt;its not that i'm tryna to be a good girl or what, just to let you peeps out there know.thats all.(:&lt;br /&gt;and, even if you angkat nikah alr, your baby is still anak luar nikah, because you got pregnant before you nikah. and if its a baby girl, when she grow up, she cannot salam her dad, even if benih same, darah daging same. its complicated, and i dont know if its true, but to most muslims i've heard from, its true, well, who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not getting into trouble with the law or my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know myself then the rest, bullfrogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*money making time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4504261019127805956-7151891980912764948?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7151891980912764948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohmygawddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bestfriend text me saying that her teeth sacres the shit out of people around her, and if it is that way, why didn't i run away from her? silly girl. haha. as for me, i got a giant nose. and its tilted up, like a ramp. a skatebord ramp, guys i went out with,most of them, would tease me.i dont really take it to hard koz i know whats inside that counts, not outside. my heart is pure and as rich as a piece of silk. :D nie, kirekan, masuk bakul angkat sendiri. haha.nabey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm still jobless.what the hell am i gonna do if no company wants me? all i have with me its just barista's experience. i swear i regretted being a bitch to my class advisor and got kicked out from school. yeah, many of you thought i graduated, nak cover malu, ckp da graduate, duhh~ obviously, haha.but staying at home is great, i dont hurt people or either way, but on the other hand, i need a job, my dad wont support me no more and it sucks.:( BUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i dont think i need a love life to make my world go round, seriuosly. my world is fine, but i'm sad that nobody is spending my veryday with me, well, my girlfriends are sure busy with their lives, and please dont talk about dates, urgh, i hate it when a guy ask me out and i have no money, i know its always the guy's treat but, sape tak malu sey. :/ well, for now, im not gonna give up looking fir a job, how bout 7-eleven?hmmm, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*its money making time*&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/4504261019127805956-3830529953841926821?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3830529953841926821/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6298058065694890486</id><published>2009-01-02T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:58:20.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Phat Supar Cat Hi. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SV3kfqLddeI/AAAAAAAAASE/Gbv5dd4EgV0/s1600-h/super-ca-hi-by-baby-phat-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SV3kfqLddeI/AAAAAAAAASE/Gbv5dd4EgV0/s320/super-ca-hi-by-baby-phat-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632770152265186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need this too, its been a looooong time since i had hi-cut kicks.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;work hard,work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;money making time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4504261019127805956-6298058065694890486?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6298058065694890486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-phat-supar-cat-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6298058065694890486'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5729733534505560331</id><published>2009-01-02T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:01:41.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's always her! It's always her!&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S ALWAYS THE PRETTY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S ALWAYS THE CLEVER ONE.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S ALWAYS THE SMART ONE.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S ALWAYS THE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN AM I GOING TO BE THE ONE?&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALWAYS THE BLACK SHEEP.&lt;br /&gt;-______________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NUREMILIA IS SUCH A LOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-5729733534505560331?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5729733534505560331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5729733534505560331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5729733534505560331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3137609623440113293</id><published>2009-01-01T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:58:58.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need this.i think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&gt; Holdin Hands-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cuddling-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Movies-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Loving each other-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Laying below the stars-&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers. Now make a wish about something you would like to happen Between you and your crush....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; guys: no grabbing!!! &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-3137609623440113293?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3137609623440113293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-thisi-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3137609623440113293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3137609623440113293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-thisi-think.html' title='i need this.i think.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5866188909191793728</id><published>2009-01-01T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:50:58.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; filthy&lt;/span&gt; animals. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, the fireworks was awesome, its been so long since i last saw fireworks. then, it started to get bored, i mean i started to get bored, so di and  me ditched mano and friends to walk around clarke quay and someone messaged me out of the blue, was surprised, happy pon ader. hehh. but didnt bother that much. anw, so we walked and walked all the way to esplanade. then to one fullerton, and di said, "aku hilang 5kg sey aku rase", how thin she want to be, you tell me. haha. i know i love walking, ever since last year? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i like this someone, which i dont know whether its a crush or not, and i dont think he share the same feeling as i do. he messaged me out of the blue, remember the guy(above paragraph). yea, i still think its a crush, i wanted to say hi to him, or just fuckin bump into him so i can say hi, this is so high school, i know. but everytime, i go out,like for example, just now, i keep praying that i'll see him, and guess what. i saw him walking towards citylink but i had to walk outside so i can smoke, im such an idiot, im a fucking loser. and i never felt so lnely in my fucking entire life lah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I NEED A BOYFRIEND SO I CAN TELL HIM HOW MUCH I FUCKING &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; HIM AND HOW MUCH I FUCKING &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt; HIM.&lt;br /&gt;nabey.&lt;br /&gt;what a year to start. thats its, money making time.&lt;br /&gt;:/&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/4504261019127805956-5866188909191793728?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5866188909191793728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5866188909191793728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5866188909191793728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1603344730880061133</id><published>2008-12-30T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:17:28.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JP-------Viv oooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVm4f7mA2RI/AAAAAAAAAR8/I-0VQQk-jHE/s1600-h/DSC08693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVm4f7mA2RI/AAAAAAAAAR8/I-0VQQk-jHE/s320/DSC08693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285458496408574226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVm4f88b6RI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YLVD2klMYZU/s1600-h/DSC08704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVm4f88b6RI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YLVD2klMYZU/s320/DSC08704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285458496771057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVm4f9L2jII/AAAAAAAAARs/GRYfmwwWsME/s1600-h/DSC08695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVm4f9L2jII/AAAAAAAAARs/GRYfmwwWsME/s320/DSC08695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285458496835718274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to lepak at JP only, but i suggested to go to Vivo. Okay, gi Vivo, mak kau korek hidung, boooooriiiingggg lah. So we sat down, took a couple of pics, then talk, listen to Diana's work story and she went on and complained about all the customers. Haha, Hazli and me can do anything but just listened to her. same ol' same ol'. just like last time. :) Then, we went home around 10 plus, koz Hazli and Di had to work the next day. BUMMER. damn, i need to ask daddy for money to go out on new year's eve. -_-" i hate this part. 0_0 and 2008 is ending in 1 day and i still have no boyfriend. haha. nabey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-1603344730880061133?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1603344730880061133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/jp-viv-oooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1603344730880061133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1603344730880061133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/jp-viv-oooooo.html' title='JP-------Viv oooooo'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVm4f7mA2RI/AAAAAAAAAR8/I-0VQQk-jHE/s72-c/DSC08693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4235179691060610703</id><published>2008-12-29T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:27:44.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SViWnU2ncPI/AAAAAAAAARk/jSUXFr5PVcg/s1600-h/DSC08686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SViWnU2ncPI/AAAAAAAAARk/jSUXFr5PVcg/s320/DSC08686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285139765076127986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after a looooong mongyet months, i met diana again. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-4235179691060610703?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4235179691060610703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-looooong-mongyet-months-i-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4235179691060610703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4235179691060610703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-looooong-mongyet-months-i-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SViWnU2ncPI/AAAAAAAAARk/jSUXFr5PVcg/s72-c/DSC08686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8229670140158260619</id><published>2008-12-28T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:18:16.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenapa cinta selalu bertepok sebelah tangan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVcHaJfRPYI/AAAAAAAAARc/HljAzKBRoNY/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVcHaJfRPYI/AAAAAAAAARc/HljAzKBRoNY/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284700833547632002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click on the pic to see why.&lt;br /&gt;kawaii-neeh~~&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/4504261019127805956-8229670140158260619?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8229670140158260619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/kenapa-cinta-selalu-bertepok-sebelah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8229670140158260619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8229670140158260619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/kenapa-cinta-selalu-bertepok-sebelah.html' title='kenapa cinta selalu bertepok sebelah tangan?'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVcHaJfRPYI/AAAAAAAAARc/HljAzKBRoNY/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2510904524270897989</id><published>2008-12-24T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:43:43.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVHXxExzglI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xNrEFFpWLd8/s1600-h/DSC08499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVHXxExzglI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xNrEFFpWLd8/s320/DSC08499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283241075978502738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[i love our bond together]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All i want for X'mas....is a big and tall boyfriend so that he can protect me for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i have someone in my mind right now, but i don't really talk to him. If only, he make his moves, which i know he won't at all. &lt;/span&gt;I really wish he could mend my heart. Well, i can't help if i've fallen for him you know, he got what it takes to be my man. Maybe, i have to take it everything slowly. Well, back to square one again , i guess. hahahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, family chalet, gerek okayy, :) thanks to everyone's co-operation, we have alot of fun, kan kan kan... Well, i miss Aloha Loyang,Bungalow 6 so much now. It was a great escape for me, from all the bullocks that came to me before the chalet. Plus, i need to get rid of some asshole in my mind, a fucking irritating one that is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.W., i'm soree, but i have to be honest, you're so irritating once you open your mouth, you blew your chance when we met for the last time, i told you i'm not in the mood but no, you went on and irritate me, so goodnight and goodbye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.P., i want to meet you one day. :) ASAP okay, if you wanna ask me out, i'll be busy preparing for school soon, so i'm gonna be busy busy busy. :D&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/4504261019127805956-2510904524270897989?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2510904524270897989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2510904524270897989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2510904524270897989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SVHXxExzglI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xNrEFFpWLd8/s72-c/DSC08499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-5991953150430665786</id><published>2008-12-20T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:33:08.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indifferent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you stole my heart from the first day we met, and you didn't return it back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how rude can you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck! she's fat, she'll pound you hard, fucker! are you like fucking blind? you can't see that i fucking like you is it? oh my gawd! i'm stupid, i'm stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-5991953150430665786?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5991953150430665786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/indifferent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5991953150430665786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/5991953150430665786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/indifferent.html' title='indifferent.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6162173426743310173</id><published>2008-12-19T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:46:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HUNGRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/klg-fried-chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/klg-fried-chicken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm craving for "finger licking good" chicken!!!&lt;br /&gt;YUmmYYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^V&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/4504261019127805956-6162173426743310173?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6162173426743310173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6162173426743310173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6162173426743310173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m HUNGRY'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-4691584967771008116</id><published>2008-12-19T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:49:07.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quack quack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legendary picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUtBpxr98xI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ml_M4hDaUhk/s1600-h/emiLy_pAint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUtBpxr98xI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ml_M4hDaUhk/s320/emiLy_pAint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281387173990232850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm bored lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to dinner(i'm craving for KFC) and movie "yes man" will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kawaii-ne~*&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/4504261019127805956-4691584967771008116?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4691584967771008116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/quack-quack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4691584967771008116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/4691584967771008116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/quack-quack.html' title='quack quack'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUtBpxr98xI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ml_M4hDaUhk/s72-c/emiLy_pAint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2489069732028005358</id><published>2008-12-14T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:29:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.gambar gambar.</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/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHp0K3dKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/B1dxQuEajuA/s1600-h/DSC08342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHp0K3dKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/B1dxQuEajuA/s320/DSC08342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279634553122026658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHpnQ0E2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/v33XBx-DsGQ/s1600-h/DSC08341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHpnQ0E2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/v33XBx-DsGQ/s320/DSC08341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279634549657310050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHpgQMaRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JNveGuvSWyw/s1600-h/DSC08340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHpgQMaRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JNveGuvSWyw/s320/DSC08340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279634547775662354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHptXn1TI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Vjwwr8iIeBU/s1600-h/DSC08330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHptXn1TI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Vjwwr8iIeBU/s320/DSC08330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279634551296480562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHpFl1p9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/eyg_jhi2UQA/s1600-h/DSC08314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHpFl1p9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/eyg_jhi2UQA/s320/DSC08314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279634540618688466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures all so hawt, thanks to Mano. Except for the last picture.haha.=]&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/4504261019127805956-2489069732028005358?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2489069732028005358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/lolgambar-gambar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2489069732028005358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2489069732028005358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/lolgambar-gambar.html' title='lol.gambar gambar.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SUUHp0K3dKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/B1dxQuEajuA/s72-c/DSC08342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1714778908005005732</id><published>2008-12-10T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:10:51.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman Jurong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST_bxqLxTBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LOOof_cTJmQ/s1600-h/DSC08267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST_bxqLxTBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LOOof_cTJmQ/s320/DSC08267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278178934485240850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST_bwAkvabI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LKCrIT3mdAs/s1600-h/DSC08269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST_bwAkvabI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LKCrIT3mdAs/s320/DSC08269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278178906135816626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever.&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/4504261019127805956-1714778908005005732?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1714778908005005732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/taman-jurong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1714778908005005732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1714778908005005732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/taman-jurong.html' title='Taman Jurong.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST_bxqLxTBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LOOof_cTJmQ/s72-c/DSC08267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2926613117753601342</id><published>2008-12-10T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:13:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radit and Jani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST-WPDV4C3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t1fQGco48EU/s1600-h/Radit-dan-Jani-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST-WPDV4C3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t1fQGco48EU/s320/Radit-dan-Jani-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278102473640774514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ask me to watch Radit dan Jani, mati-mati, ckp best, brutally romantic. So i give it a try, mane tau best kan. And i end up crying and learn alot of valuable lessons. I like it so much, bodoh. haha, thanks to this someone, i actually like this movie alot alot. =] terima kasih ya bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's another indon teenage movie about love and rock N roll, i forgot the title but its comedically sad. =] that someone introduce to me too. thanks again ya bodoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-2926613117753601342?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2926613117753601342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/radit-and-jani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2926613117753601342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2926613117753601342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/radit-and-jani.html' title='Radit and Jani.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST-WPDV4C3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t1fQGco48EU/s72-c/Radit-dan-Jani-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-2759114506771641784</id><published>2008-12-08T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:26:42.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EoZ5CII/AAAAAAAAAPo/bl6N3ZD6NqU/s1600-h/DSC08239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EoZ5CII/AAAAAAAAAPo/bl6N3ZD6NqU/s320/DSC08239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440388611246210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EpK5s_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/JNki4zOcrnM/s1600-h/DSC08240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EpK5s_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/JNki4zOcrnM/s320/DSC08240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440388816810994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IS&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08ERVZPKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hdkoRMzG7W8/s1600-h/DSC08241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08ERVZPKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hdkoRMzG7W8/s320/DSC08241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440382418369698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EHQV4AI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xbhBIXM_VwE/s1600-h/DSC08262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EHQV4AI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xbhBIXM_VwE/s320/DSC08262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440379712823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EFCEVHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9h9yOMc-r4A/s1600-h/DSC08261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EFCEVHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9h9yOMc-r4A/s320/DSC08261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440379116082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SPENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OUR&lt;br /&gt;RAYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMWHORING AT HOME! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Kawaiii-ne!^^V&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/4504261019127805956-2759114506771641784?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2759114506771641784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/selamat-hari-raya-aidiladha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2759114506771641784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/2759114506771641784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/selamat-hari-raya-aidiladha.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha!'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ST08EoZ5CII/AAAAAAAAAPo/bl6N3ZD6NqU/s72-c/DSC08239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8254304734804022536</id><published>2008-12-08T05:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:21:00.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw9jz1TcsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XMzYv0Zn_H0/s1600-h/DSC08214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw9jz1TcsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XMzYv0Zn_H0/s320/DSC08214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277160548789875394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw9jopfLII/AAAAAAAAAO4/9Vdk7Z66J6A/s1600-h/DSC08184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw9jopfLII/AAAAAAAAAO4/9Vdk7Z66J6A/s320/DSC08184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277160545787522178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*late night sex, so tight and so wet.baby, you can have whatever you like*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love, scares me sometimes, but i'm craving for it. Haha, i'm so scared when the person i like tells me that he likes me, i'll end up screwing our friendship by ignoring him or start a disappearing act. I suck at love and its all thanks to this two guys, Daniel Sydney Lazaroo and Tan Mohd. Hirwandie. Thanks alot, guys. You guys officially made me scared of love. Haha. Anyway, i'm fond of someone but i know i'll screw up again. So i said to him that i wanna be friends with if its alright with him and he said yes, i thank him for that. Okay, i'm horny and i want late night sex, so tight and so wet, with the most awesome skater dude, wich i won't tell who. Haha, he may not have good looks but oh-boy, his bods are so fucking fuckable and his piercing turns me on like totally. And its not you, tubby. His my imaginary sex slave. Haha, go and die, Emilia. You wont get him, you know it. Haha.&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/4504261019127805956-8254304734804022536?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8254304734804022536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8254304734804022536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8254304734804022536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw9jz1TcsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XMzYv0Zn_H0/s72-c/DSC08214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1356530093853738792</id><published>2008-12-08T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:41:02.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phat Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw0aJ4TaDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PPngC_VUgc4/s1600-h/DSC08163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw0aJ4TaDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PPngC_VUgc4/s320/DSC08163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277150487304693810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations on winning 3rd prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys deserves it!*winks*&lt;br /&gt;yey, tak payah bayar chalet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;^_^V&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/4504261019127805956-1356530093853738792?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1356530093853738792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/phat-inc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1356530093853738792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1356530093853738792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/phat-inc.html' title='Phat Inc.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STw0aJ4TaDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PPngC_VUgc4/s72-c/DSC08163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8479468653707973828</id><published>2008-12-03T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:08:53.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan Baruku, Tubby.=D</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/_FNf5p8negK8/STZZ3osnV5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/E0TIwPY5qZU/s1600-h/DSC07819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STZZ3osnV5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/E0TIwPY5qZU/s320/DSC07819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275502825863337874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Model Wannabes.&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/STZZ3Vw1CGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/t51KNfVeQwk/s1600-h/DSC07818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STZZ3Vw1CGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/t51KNfVeQwk/s320/DSC07818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275502820780738658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syed Helfie. :)&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/STZZ3MPnBSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2QUJlEpixnA/s1600-h/DSC07811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STZZ3MPnBSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2QUJlEpixnA/s320/DSC07811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275502818225489186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tubby Wubby aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^________^V&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/4504261019127805956-8479468653707973828?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8479468653707973828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/kawan-baruku-tubbyd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8479468653707973828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8479468653707973828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/kawan-baruku-tubbyd.html' title='Kawan Baruku, Tubby.=D'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STZZ3osnV5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/E0TIwPY5qZU/s72-c/DSC07819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1900432617664350761</id><published>2008-12-02T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:42:48.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Super Suede!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEStrxXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iA7FR8wUJ_w/s1600-h/DSC07777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEStrxXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iA7FR8wUJ_w/s320/DSC07777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217170277320050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEQb2FMI/AAAAAAAAANs/CweUn-oyMn8/s1600-h/DSC07773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEQb2FMI/AAAAAAAAANs/CweUn-oyMn8/s320/DSC07773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217169665627330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEOHao8I/AAAAAAAAANk/hzelGkeliS4/s1600-h/DSC07775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEOHao8I/AAAAAAAAANk/hzelGkeliS4/s320/DSC07775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217169043071938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEBb2NpI/AAAAAAAAANc/5TkmXvmb2W0/s1600-h/DSC07778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEBb2NpI/AAAAAAAAANc/5TkmXvmb2W0/s320/DSC07778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275217165639104146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My new pair of skate shoes!! Daaa boleh start blajar skate daaaa!=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak dapat Respect M.E pon takper.&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/4504261019127805956-1900432617664350761?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1900432617664350761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/dc-super-suede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1900432617664350761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1900432617664350761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/dc-super-suede.html' title='DC Super Suede!!'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVWEStrxXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iA7FR8wUJ_w/s72-c/DSC07777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8077917992341811937</id><published>2008-12-02T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:26:51.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakak Erni's Engagement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVMwkpekKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bQKynyGkSDU/s1600-h/DSC07748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVMwkpekKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bQKynyGkSDU/s320/DSC07748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206935889481890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kakak erni's million dollars smile that won Abang Fadz's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9zn8urI/AAAAAAAAANE/fbb4qMTiooA/s1600-h/DSC07738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9zn8urI/AAAAAAAAANE/fbb4qMTiooA/s320/DSC07738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206063736273586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da chop daaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9qqLY8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/2aYqJnYQ7e8/s1600-h/DSC07734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9qqLY8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/2aYqJnYQ7e8/s320/DSC07734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206061329703874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myself and the BRIDE-TO-BE,at last.&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/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9F-6CzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ChGvwOMKbZA/s1600-h/DSC07718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9F-6CzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ChGvwOMKbZA/s320/DSC07718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206051484535602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehem, my sexy aunt adjusting my sexy cuz.&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/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9NEXHNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BWj7FMzW4J0/s1600-h/DSC07723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVL9NEXHNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BWj7FMzW4J0/s320/DSC07723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275206053386460370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nervous mother of the bride-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Okayy, the engagement goes well, kecoh kecoh kecoh&lt;/span&gt;.. My dad came late, my sister came later.. haha, it was nice and plus i found out that all my cousins smokes, haha, very convenient. Haha,  i meant the teenagers to adults cousins of mine. Baikkkk! aha. =] congratulations kakak erni and abang fadz. AT LAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4504261019127805956-8077917992341811937?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8077917992341811937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/kakak-ernis-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8077917992341811937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8077917992341811937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/kakak-ernis-engagement.html' title='Kakak Erni&apos;s Engagement.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/STVMwkpekKI/AAAAAAAAANU/bQKynyGkSDU/s72-c/DSC07748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7349062798201629506</id><published>2008-11-29T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:55:41.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jezebelle by Young X.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rQxcUo6esV"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rQxcUo6esV" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/y-2Pms/music/D_svMZzq/young_jezebelle/"&gt;Jezebelle - Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anybody would be so sweet to give me this song.^^&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/4504261019127805956-7349062798201629506?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7349062798201629506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/jezebelle-by-young-xs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7349062798201629506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7349062798201629506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/jezebelle-by-young-xs.html' title='Jezebelle by Young X.S.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8008711324310016444</id><published>2008-11-27T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:01:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinnymuffin,aku bukan pilihan hatimu.='[</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0s81PcIA5i4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/0s81PcIA5i4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4504261019127805956-8008711324310016444?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8008711324310016444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/skinnymuffinaku-bukan-pilihan-hatimu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8008711324310016444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8008711324310016444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/skinnymuffinaku-bukan-pilihan-hatimu.html' title='Skinnymuffin,aku bukan pilihan hatimu.=&apos;['/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-6797973240862643589</id><published>2008-11-27T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:06:52.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated belated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hilda's belated birthday celebration was the bomb!!!! We really enjoyed our-fucken-selves!! Okay, in any other events too, we will enjoy ourselves.. =] So happy belated birthday Hilda Abdullah! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504261019127805956-6797973240862643589?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6797973240862643589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/belated-belated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6797973240862643589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/6797973240862643589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/belated-belated.html' title='belated belated'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-7080692748453781011</id><published>2008-11-26T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:15:01.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suriati,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet my bestfriend!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaapeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;^^V&lt;br /&gt;I goddamm MISS you!&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/4504261019127805956-7080692748453781011?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7080692748453781011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/suriati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7080692748453781011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/7080692748453781011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/suriati.html' title='Suriati,'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-1110133336863486020</id><published>2008-11-26T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:12:43.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>Its seems that everyone is happy with their own lifes now. Good for them. =] Anyway, I just check the net about the phobia of being/falling in love, its called Philophobia or something. Haaaak! I can't be philophobic, cause i keep falling in love. Some girls are Cacophobia. hahaha. Haiizzz, the minahs lah. haha. Haha. list of phobias. haha. hit this link. &lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com/reverse.html"&gt;http://www.phobialist.com/reverse.html. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;check it out, you'll be amazed. bye~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Beastboy, i want my pizza, or else you wont get what you want.=]&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/4504261019127805956-1110133336863486020?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1110133336863486020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1110133336863486020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/1110133336863486020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-9163457101549767610</id><published>2008-11-22T15:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:00:11.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.Friday</title><content type='html'>Well, in the morning, Oz drop by my crib to get some rest and bla bla bla, then got bored at home so i dcided to go out with Mano, Oz sent me till his place then we went our separate ways, then i waited for Mano for almost half an hour at Orcard MRT, gawd i hate waiting for people, SERIOUSLY! Then, we went to eat at far east plaza, bla bla bla, went to YP to drink teh like wak wak kwdai kopi, biasa jugak, kiter kan old timers, duduk mesti macam wak wak and perot mesti ada, and mesti maintain. Then, bumped into Lynette my goregeous babe who is louder and hotter then me. Talked and talked like never talk before. That is true, hen was the last time we ever spent time together, last year's X'mas eve. hahah. took some pics and bla bla bla, then Yek joined us, then Mano, Yek and me went to Clarke Quay, so that Mano can bumped into Shazlyn. =] and then, sat for a while, then we go home at around 4 plus i reached my destination, walked home, got chased by PONTIANAK!, ran like a crazy black bitch. My hood is too way quiet and they should actually, make a stop near my house for the people who stays in Taman Jurong can have easier access home, ya know what i mean. Thank god, iman aku kuat, got home safely, straight to bed without washing up, cause i was too damn scared to even get out from my bedroom.done, this entry dah mcm budak2 secondary school nye siak. by the way, Suriati, i'm so soree, i ditched you. i feel bad.=[&lt;br /&gt;&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe5Tmo8TzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xtnhvmKsSBs/s1600-h/DSC07499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe5Tmo8TzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xtnhvmKsSBs/s320/DSC07499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271385635301379890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oz belom ready abeh make-up aku tebal, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1cWc6Q1I/AAAAAAAAALE/S95snu-yubc/s1600-h/DSC07502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1cWc6Q1I/AAAAAAAAALE/S95snu-yubc/s320/DSC07502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271381387528258386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tunggu makan pun ada senyum, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1cRLutqI/AAAAAAAAALM/ertl4weVWaI/s1600-h/DSC07543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1cRLutqI/AAAAAAAAALM/ertl4weVWaI/s320/DSC07543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271381386114021026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynette &amp;amp; me, oh i love those tattoos, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe2TlyaVBI/AAAAAAAAALs/iFBCroZ9Uv8/s1600-h/DSC07539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe2TlyaVBI/AAAAAAAAALs/iFBCroZ9Uv8/s320/DSC07539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271382336537777170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cute skater boy, lala sukeeee skaliiii!&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1cZepSSI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZkUx-4OfmN8/s1600-h/DSC07569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1cZepSSI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZkUx-4OfmN8/s320/DSC07569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271381388340840738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm still wondering, what was he looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1csn62vI/AAAAAAAAALc/IFoCamXEeAg/s1600-h/DSC07582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe1csn62vI/AAAAAAAAALc/IFoCamXEeAg/s320/DSC07582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271381393480014578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this shot alot.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*beastboy, i want my pizza, cibai.&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/4504261019127805956-9163457101549767610?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/9163457101549767610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgifriday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9163457101549767610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/9163457101549767610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgifriday.html' title='T.G.I.Friday'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSe5Tmo8TzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xtnhvmKsSBs/s72-c/DSC07499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-3209539244738012994</id><published>2008-11-20T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:42:49.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; one more thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSUiEUkzaeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k6tbfVXECkg/s1600-h/DSC07472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSUiEUkzaeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k6tbfVXECkg/s320/DSC07472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270656396544928226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSUiEPMOIOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Gy8V6QrWrvs/s1600-h/DSC07469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSUiEPMOIOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Gy8V6QrWrvs/s320/DSC07469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270656395099644130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSUiECuqQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lUkxkxiwKRM/s1600-h/DSC07468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSUiECuqQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lUkxkxiwKRM/s320/DSC07468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270656391754433442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, i'm getting fatter, and i eat non-stop. I need to smoke more to loose weight.cibai lah.&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&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/4504261019127805956-3209539244738012994?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3209539244738012994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3209539244738012994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/3209539244738012994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-thing.html' title='&amp; one more thing.'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/SSUiEUkzaeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/k6tbfVXECkg/s72-c/DSC07472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504261019127805956.post-8979958173775393705</id><published>2008-11-20T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:24:51.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmigosh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really need to look for a job, a permenant one of course. I'm broke. I'm so not have the time of my life. Urgh! Anyway, Nini permed my hair and its free, wy? coz i had to model for her hairstling exams. Woohoo! I'm loving my hair, eventhough i still have not a single idea how to take care of curly wurly jolly woolly hair. haha. Nini told me but everything just disappear after i said goodbye to her. i know m a bummer. but i love my hair. =] I've been hanging out with my bestfriend alot, alternate dyas i'll be sleeping over her place for movies and gossips. Hehh! I don't realy care about what my dad thinks anyway. Haha. As long as he doesn't spoil more of my life, i dont care. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, after watching "Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham", i'm addicted to this phrase, by Pooja(one of the character), "I don't know, I don't care, I hate him.!" and a replied by Rohan(also one of the character), "But I love you." and Pooja face like terkejut. Hahha. The scene peypek, i was laughing my fucking ass off. -______-". Wait, i'm not suposed to tell the whole world that i watch Hindustan, so the tak glam. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the list of humanied humans thta i miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zuraida Bte Hj. Abdul Rahim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phat Inc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alimin Forreal(haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;The siow ting tongs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abang Kye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abang Shakir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abang Sarip Dol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kecik&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan&amp;amp;Dan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uka&amp;amp;Marishka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manny the star KARAT nak mampos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But mostly i miss is having a boyfriend, who cherish me, love me for who i am, care and pamper me with his oh-so-sweet words, there for me every minute when i need him the most. Seriously, i really miss having a guy that can calls me his girlfriend.=[ whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i give up, to-tal-ly.&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/4504261019127805956-8979958173775393705?l=iemilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8979958173775393705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohmigosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8979958173775393705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504261019127805956/posts/default/8979958173775393705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iemilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohmigosh.html' title='ohmigosh!!'/><author><name>Emilia Kucinta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732465766214714930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNf5p8negK8/ShF9gB2Nm3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BBMsPknLym8/S220/DSC01723.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
