<?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-1236807846877571897</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:52:29.687+08:00</updated><category term='assignment'/><category term='MIR'/><title type='text'>Where Dreams Falls Apart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3355390152997399806</id><published>2009-12-02T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:05:49.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding business with Wiki, GPS and RFID</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A double read up on the article, I would suggest that wiki is a side where business can hardly be conducted such as e commerce. I am not saying it’s not a good site but somehow rather I find there’s no privacy as anyone can do posting and adjustment onto the comments or even news update. It may be a site for education, forum, and even a portal where groups of people come in and have a discussion over some issues such as the webpage NiceNet.org, my lecturer used to post up questions for us to answer and discuss. Maybe Wiki could conduct small business where by it concerns more on customer relationships than sales profit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As for implementing GPS into businesses, its sounds good as it can help transporters to deliver their goods to certain unknown places. If GPS could be used in shopping malls, it could help those that got lost in such huge shopping mall. I once went Ikea, Damansara with my family and no doubt all KL’s shopping malls are quite huge and you can seriously get lost easily. As we was there doing our shopping on furniture, my dad asked me to get some things in his car. My bro and I went to get it and we got lost in the car park as we would find our dad’s car. We went from B2 to B3 to look for it and fearing whether it has been stolen or what. Somehow when we show the ticket to one of the guards, he told us that our car was parked at level B4. So if that moment I have a GPS, I guess all of us wouldn’t had freak out which we would have just find our way back to our car without getting lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';"&gt;RFID, I would also suggest the same thing with GPS. Having a system that could detect where your car is locate and park, without getting hazel to look for it. RFID, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN;font-family:'Times New Roman', 'serif';" lang="EN" &gt;Radio Frequency Identification as discussed in the article is said to be widely used in the field of logistics where shipment processes and operations could be easily tracked by the use of RFID tags which emits a radio signal to be interpreted by the radio tower which enables details and information of products to be detected. RFID aids businesses as business operations are more organized with the help of RFID technology. If we were to implement it on shopping malls, other than hyper markets, yet to the parking ticket. Whereby a system body will be place inside the shopping mall when one got lost and has no idea where his car is, can just scan through the ticket and it’ll shows you your car location. I guess this might work out as told with GPS paragraph that lots of people tend to get lost in shopping malls and some of the security guards are not as friendly or knowledgeable to be helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3355390152997399806?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3355390152997399806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3355390152997399806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3355390152997399806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3355390152997399806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/12/expanding-business-with-wiki-gps-and.html' title='Expanding business with Wiki, GPS and RFID'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3188888133724243082</id><published>2009-12-02T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:43:30.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding Mobile phones technology in the world of Business</title><content type='html'>Question C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest in expanding mobile phones technology in the world of business. As we all know that current mobile trend which have a wifi, gps, emails, and etc.. Almost everything you could do with the mobile phones, even now, we can watch TV shows on a mobile phone! How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, according to the article i have read thru about this Mobile phone section, it was told that a study done by the Australian Telecommunication Association(AMTA) that more than half of the employed respondent believes that mobile helps them to balance their family and working life. Now, some businesses are doing advertising thru mobile phones, to save cost and also helps the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt there are still much scams and dishonestly throughout the mobile adverts, come to think of it, by doing mobile ads it could not only bring up the businesses and also building up customer relationship thru convienience. I'm not saying taking those tradisional way of building up customer relationship is a no no, but what if we were to send them updates thru posting and somehow rather the post got lost or misused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2005, I bought a mobile phone which contains much useful stuff such as e wallet, e credit card and so on. Back then I was still a kid as I didn't know what the heck was it, but know after learning this subject and knowing what is the use of an e wallet and so on, I really didn't know that how technology grows day by day. With e wallet, people can pay thru phones instead of bringing cash out since the secrurity on the street is terrible. Who knows when will i get rob?!&lt;br /&gt;Exploring the part of E credit card, it's a very personal as it contains password to log in to use your credit card on the phone to pay your bills. Would it be awesome and cool if all your ever have to bring out was just your phone and it helps you do almost everything? On how to use, i seriously don't know as that phone i've dumped it long long time.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *how cruel*&lt;/span&gt; As i was told that, I just have to key in my credit card number and a code behind my card, send it out to the bank, and it will send back a notification that tells i have swipe the card and i can bring my goods back home without any signature or receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, there's wifi and so on. Since TV phones are out for grabs, why not we take this opportunity for business to create adverts with higher resolutions just like those showed on TV and send them out as emails or attachments to our loyal customers and markets? Without having them to go back and watch TV just on to know what's going on around. Who knows some might just tell you they don't watch tv? For example, Digi users would receive sms and also mms about promotions and rewards. They even send out greetings mms to their loyal customers on festival seasons and sometimes for certain contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that expanding the mobile phones is a good deal and we could all move into a new era of new techonoly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3188888133724243082?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3188888133724243082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3188888133724243082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3188888133724243082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3188888133724243082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/12/expanding-mobile-phones-technology-in.html' title='Expanding Mobile phones technology in the world of Business'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-5295224151761828289</id><published>2009-11-18T13:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:51:31.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>A New Paradigm for Business: Mobile-Web 2.0 Technology into Business Processes</title><content type='html'>Following content are strictly for the subject MIR purpose.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*which i'm taking currently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miss Vasaki, I'll be combining both ans for (a) &amp;amp; (b) together in one article.&lt;br /&gt;Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Comment&lt;br /&gt;b) What knowledge you obtain from this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I did not know the existence of Web 2.0, before reading the article that my lecturer gave and asked us to do it for assignment sake&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*don't deduct ma marks miss &gt;.&lt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's get to the point! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*duh! the main purpose for writing this post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, I finally know the existence of Web 2.0 for it's existence purpose in both business world and social. Such as Mashup, where it out source others material into one tools such as a GPS system. Yet, it has few types and the most common type of mashup is the consumer mashup, aimed at the general public. I have came to know that the link that all this information technology can bring into business and also personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as blogs, it may be an online blog for the society yet it can be the most massive business site for anyone wants to do business using the E-commerce way. The same goes for Wiki wetpaint site, I didn't know about this website till my lecturer asked me to use this web for assignment purposed. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hehehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not so&lt;/span&gt; interesting article to read as I wasn't really into IT. Based on the article, it shown that the power of IT sub merge into the real world. I may not be using the most up-to-date technology but i believe that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*as written in the article*&lt;/span&gt; the evolution of IT will evolve and boom the world of business! Currently Malaysia is trying to adapt into Web 2.0 as much of the business by those young entrepreneurs are doing their business with the help of Web 2.0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of GPS, bluetooth and also wireless, it makes business easier to do and convenient for customers to do their groceries shopping as well. Example for GPS system, for certain company they use this system to track down employees whereabouts and also setting their suppliers locations. With the help of wireless connection and mashup, GPS not only enables you to find your way out in an unfimiliar place yet it helps you to track down your loves one whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S please do comment on it Miss Vasaki. Let me know my mistake. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-5295224151761828289?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/5295224151761828289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=5295224151761828289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5295224151761828289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5295224151761828289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-paradigm-for-business-mobile-web-20.html' title='A New Paradigm for Business: Mobile-Web 2.0 Technology into Business Processes'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-7008352116701927764</id><published>2009-06-07T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:55:56.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want new skin</title><content type='html'>me want new skin for me half abandon blog~~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad i have yet to format me lappie and install all me software T.T..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T.T&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/1236807846877571897-7008352116701927764?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/7008352116701927764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=7008352116701927764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7008352116701927764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7008352116701927764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/06/want-new-skin.html' title='Want new skin'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-2916549775907371258</id><published>2009-02-18T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:46:15.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Tagged by Lexy...!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh well.. This is ma first tag ever in ma life, and guess it's from who??&lt;br /&gt;ma lexy sayang... I guess I should have not go into her blog and read...!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tag that I got tagged to do is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Whoever who gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged him/her"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since lexy tagged me for it, and i'm bored now... So i'll do it, even thou no one is gona read it anyway~~ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i can write all bad stuff about her... *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lexy a.k.a Stella was the 'sweet and decent' girl I met during NS in year 2006 which lives just two streets away from ma old house. Took us long enough to know each other existance!! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Artistic yet material girl i supposed~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One super duper emo kid i have ever known in ma whole life. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Starbucks craze with me all the time as long as i'm loaded with some cash...!!! One farking realistic girl she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.To me, she seems like a little small tiny cute chubby girl walking down on the road side and sometimes i just love to tease her and felt like making her cry...!!! XD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i know u are going to kill me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... i'm like so out of idea... another 5 more to go... wait wait wait.. Let me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The first time I've been to her house, checked out her closet was extreamly full of BLACK colour cloths. Nothing but black... thankgod now she have some other colour in it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A girl who doesn't know how to tekan break in her car after she got her license...!!! Thankgod now she know.. If not I also wouldn't want to sit in her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A girl who are able to support friends who are in need and definately a good friend to have. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*too bad if you guys don't know her*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more to go...!!!! *pull hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a rich and spoiled brad? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A girl who dares me to go down KL for no reason... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, i am done with it and somehow i need to do another part of it which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The person who got tagged has to write 10 things about himself/herself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me??? I'm not sure myself but hey, don blame if you think i'm that like that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Idiotic&lt;br /&gt;2.Crazy&lt;br /&gt;3.Insane&lt;br /&gt;4.Starbucks craver&lt;br /&gt;5.Movies goers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;em&gt;Stitch lover...!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; been getting alot of stitch collection figure nowadays...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.A figurine fans and working part time painting them thou~~&lt;br /&gt;8.Some farking loyal and loving girlfriend to her boyfriend. XD&lt;br /&gt;9.Owns a brain which loves to think only  NEGATIVE thoughts and not positive.&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least, a girl who loves all her friends out there...!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now shout....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love You All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i dono who to tag...&lt;br /&gt;So i don think i'll be tagging anyone in here~~&lt;br /&gt;enjoy readin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-2916549775907371258?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/2916549775907371258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=2916549775907371258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2916549775907371258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2916549775907371258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-tagged-by-lexy.html' title='Got Tagged by Lexy...!!!'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-5771456853761347928</id><published>2009-02-08T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:44:18.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why people like to tell out fake rumourS?&lt;br /&gt;is that funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they know that it can hurt someone so badly?&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard someone was asking me and my boy about our status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fucking freak out as they said we broke up LONG TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS like.... ETFH which bitch said it and i'll definately make her canot speak for the rest of her life anymore!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-5771456853761347928?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/5771456853761347928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=5771456853761347928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5771456853761347928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5771456853761347928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-people-like-to-tell-out-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-682946407512892351</id><published>2009-01-29T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:35:57.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After watching school rumble from youtube....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's like to be in a boy and girl mix school....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-682946407512892351?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/682946407512892351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=682946407512892351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/682946407512892351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/682946407512892351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-watching-school-rumble-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-1926454769155944719</id><published>2009-01-27T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:39:23.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring CNY</title><content type='html'>Another day has passed and i'm still freaking bored...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing for the whole freaking day? As I remembered I slept from 3am till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in between but i forced myself back to bed since I have nothing to do much, neither do i wana have negative thoughts about anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am been lurking around in JoomCool.com latrly.. Since I'm bored and somehow... I still bored after loitering around in there...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's busy celebrating CNY and am here blogging...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will try not to contact him at all since he's been so busy after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my luck guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-1926454769155944719?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/1926454769155944719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=1926454769155944719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1926454769155944719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1926454769155944719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-cny.html' title='Boring CNY'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-6377669750530862885</id><published>2009-01-25T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:35:53.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elo year 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm back again for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored anyway and i have nothing to do at this time of the night where everyone are enjoying themselves with friends and families..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine?&lt;br /&gt;Well... They just went off and I felt so digusted by them.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't understand why can people wear a mask so easily and even to family members.&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of having a family reunion dinner after all?&lt;br /&gt;I dont see any meaning in it anymore but to get red packets from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even greet my step-grandma, I greeted my boyfriend's family more than my own.&lt;br /&gt;Bad girl, i know, and as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously so bored here, that's why I blog.&lt;br /&gt;Done with the complaining, here comes a new year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, wish everyone who reads my blog a happy 'cow' chinese new year... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I have abandon my blog again due to some house shifting and busy life(laziness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my resolutions will be a freaking hard one which i know I CAN NVR achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;What is it you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would love to visit EACH AND EVERY SINGLE CLUBS IN KL.&lt;br /&gt;That's ma 2009 resolution!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad some just ignores me... especially my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my boy...&lt;br /&gt;I had a tough year with him...&lt;br /&gt;Especially on our 2nd year anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it but I do felt like letting him go.&lt;br /&gt;Things just went bad to worse all of a sudden and my heart just tell me to let go and my soul ask me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;So what am I going to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen to stay and start a new relationship with him.&lt;br /&gt;Having a new life and leaving all those miserable memories back history...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I'm not perfect. I couldn't do that at all.&lt;br /&gt;History and pain haunt me like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Day and night I cant get myself out of it...&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much and sometimes I seriously dono what can i do to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to ignore but somehow, when the moon arise... my brain automatically runs the pain program... I'm just so fucking annoyed...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I told myself to leave things alone and treat myself first than my boy.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being selfish but I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here i'll hope myself to have a brand new love life and wish everyone around the world is happy with what they have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-6377669750530862885?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/6377669750530862885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=6377669750530862885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/6377669750530862885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/6377669750530862885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2009/01/elo-year-2009.html' title='Elo year 2009'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-755005774354709142</id><published>2008-06-24T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:06:53.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meow.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long time no do posting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss posting posts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day, on the 22nd of June, a Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Stella decide one thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Jusco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have decided to watch two movies in a row!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which are Get Smart &amp;amp; The Incredible Hulk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had Get Smart at 1530 &amp;amp; Hulk for 1830.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was tiring!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like... My back bone was actually aching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now... I kinda felt sick for movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not KL movies or cinemas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got fed up of Ipoh's stuff already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bad-nya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going down to KL soon for my Bro's Art Exhibition on the 29th of June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again to KL on the 12th of June, my boy's graduation ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Busy Busy with life here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I cope up with my life?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm moving nxt month as well to my (not my but mum's) new house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so many things need to be packed and done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting so broke by buying at least a few funitures in Ikea for my new room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FINALLY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting a ROOM for me-self~~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hyperly hyper*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant wait to decorate my new room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but due to the poor-ness I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can hardly be any nice room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Trust me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm doing more to the Japanese style..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to get some friends to draw on me wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose interested?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No payment of coz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEoWwwWww..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-755005774354709142?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/755005774354709142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=755005774354709142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/755005774354709142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/755005774354709142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/06/meow.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-9090895310676689974</id><published>2008-06-11T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:30:32.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally... It has been awhile... Kinda miss my blog lately.. Been abandoning my blog lately due to all those tight schedule in reality, now that I hardly had the time to even on my notebook, where now it has been cover with dust! *omg*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why today, now this moment I have the time to blog? Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Stella threaten me to update my blog if not she'll delete me from her blog page?!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Neven, Bell's boy keep nagging me for updates?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really thou... Hahahh... But sometimes I'm been lazy and having working on two jobs and studying at the same it's a difficult life to live in.. Yet, I still can spare some time to my pals out there!!!! HMPH...!!! See I treat you all so good...! Still wana threaten mE?! *joking*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I have quit the other part time job, and concentrate more on my studies! *faint* Soon, will be moving out from this area where I'm currently staying.. Sigh. Gonna miss stella here thou!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA....!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*will be seing Bell more then???*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok now, a little update now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the 9th of June, Boyfriend came to Ipoh! Oh ya, definately should be happy gila, but then.. I felt a little bit disappointed.. Don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He actually came down on the 8th, night. He even brought me and my mum Wendys'!!! Damn, even it's cold... Still it taste nice lo!!! With all those extra cheeses!!!!!!! *a cheese freak here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then went out on the 9th to parade.. done some loitering around in the complex and had lunch in sushi king. I was still being the moody emo shit.. as I know he was upset as well as I was. Till evening, as my mood changing better, we started talking more, and went to have dinner in Kizuno. We then went to Jusco to have some fun. Really fun activies, we went inside Capcom arcade center and played games there! We even took some sticker photos! Damn nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_t85yv71I/AAAAAAAAAOs/FT8ZTdWyvVA/s1600-h/Images000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210644924452564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_t85yv71I/AAAAAAAAAOs/FT8ZTdWyvVA/s400/Images000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_t9QcWCEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wf5Ck5i22L4/s1600-h/Images001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210644930532608066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_t9QcWCEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wf5Ck5i22L4/s400/Images001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_t9ZMcV4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/USbf_6x8IXY/s1600-h/Images002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210644932881831810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_t9ZMcV4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/USbf_6x8IXY/s400/Images002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took even lots more when I was still doing close sales day in my mum's shop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vAkqGNRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QTiizjg_WrU/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646087010235666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vAkqGNRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QTiizjg_WrU/s400/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vArQyCXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2SrfQrf5hog/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646088783104370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vArQyCXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2SrfQrf5hog/s400/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vA8M8nYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MLIeudd3AmU/s1600-h/Image0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646093330423170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vA8M8nYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MLIeudd3AmU/s400/Image0591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vBM1VKAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9kLSse5Elpk/s1600-h/Image0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646097794770946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vBM1VKAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9kLSse5Elpk/s400/Image0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vBf0nsDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ahrCbldCo8c/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210646102892064818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_vBf0nsDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ahrCbldCo8c/s400/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kinda misses him now.. even thou it just has been 24hours I didn't see him... Sigh.. Could this be Love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-9090895310676689974?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/9090895310676689974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=9090895310676689974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/9090895310676689974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/9090895310676689974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SE_t85yv71I/AAAAAAAAAOs/FT8ZTdWyvVA/s72-c/Images000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-7251499556233565695</id><published>2008-04-19T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:53:39.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone been guessing bout my new toy??? Hmmm... What is it then???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Neven got it correct. It's a handphone! But it's a Nokia 6500slide mobile phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-da...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190845269575115442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmWRTkKorI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XIUz5NYGphg/s320/14ie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice...?? Very nice!!! Well, of course this image I found it on the web, but the real one, is just right below!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190845595992629954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmWkTkKosI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5eB_vhJ6D1E/s400/DSC04210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...!! Posing with mee yen in Pangkor. Cun can? But then, battery very fast habis, theme can send thru multimedia tipu org punya. Still, whenever u touch the phone, damn syok lo...!! Dono why~ hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-7251499556233565695?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/7251499556233565695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=7251499556233565695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7251499556233565695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7251499556233565695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/04/everyone-been-guessing-bout-my-new-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmWRTkKorI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XIUz5NYGphg/s72-c/14ie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-1844394856149986573</id><published>2008-04-19T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:40:13.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I know. My deepest apologies to my readers for all my late posts!! Now, is my pangkor trip post! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRejkKodI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jG9pjZ3GY3A/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190839999650243026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRejkKodI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jG9pjZ3GY3A/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's the harbour, but which one is our boat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRezkKoeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7xzeLmphB5E/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190840003945210338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRezkKoeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7xzeLmphB5E/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with the gang. There's Weng Yan, Siew Keng, Mee Yen and Me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRezkKofI/AAAAAAAAAM8/46etmrMgR_o/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190840003945210354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRezkKofI/AAAAAAAAAM8/46etmrMgR_o/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRfDkKogI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZDwWXDZFPeU/s1600-h/Image169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190840008240177666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRfDkKogI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZDwWXDZFPeU/s320/Image169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRfDkKohI/AAAAAAAAANM/HbuFCj8Dmsk/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190840008240177682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRfDkKohI/AAAAAAAAANM/HbuFCj8Dmsk/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmR_DkKoiI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ir0nexUO8M/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190840557995991586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmR_DkKoiI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ir0nexUO8M/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmR_TkKojI/AAAAAAAAANc/ADwSe_I4JY8/s1600-h/Image163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190840562290958898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmR_TkKojI/AAAAAAAAANc/ADwSe_I4JY8/s320/Image163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmR_TkKokI/AAAAAAAAANk/AI542jDSUlQ/s1600-h/Image180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190840562290958914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmR_TkKokI/AAAAAAAAANk/AI542jDSUlQ/s320/Image180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of day 1!! Coming soon, day 2 in Pangkor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------Photo session ended----------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to pangkor with my friends on the 12th of April, came back on the 13th. I sum up all the money I've used for these trip, excluding gifts and foods, include games and accomodation, whereby I only used 100 only!! Cheap can?!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, we went in a gang so accomodation also share. We took a family room, which cost us rm160, round up 4 of us, where each and every one of us have to pay rm40 only! hehehehe...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went for Banana Boat, Cannueing, Snokering, played in the sand, monkey.. and a lots more! Couldn't remember at all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon, at night we went out to town and got ourselves some hot and spicy seafoods! Damn! I cried!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was too spicy for me to eat... So I ate a little only.. Sobz....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-1844394856149986573?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/1844394856149986573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=1844394856149986573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1844394856149986573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1844394856149986573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SAmRejkKodI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jG9pjZ3GY3A/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-4461270886229180259</id><published>2008-04-14T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:59:36.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry my dear readers...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not been updating my blog... there's alot to log, but I just couldn't find time for it...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I'm working on two jobs and part time studying... which I only have sunday for myself and friends... gee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tips on a little of what happen for last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've went Pangkor Island with my secondary friends on saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supremely fun but tiring&lt;br /&gt;Will post the photos soon enough I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my new fancy toy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala... wait till i have more time so that i'll post them out also.&lt;br /&gt;p.s Neven, continue guessing and be patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry...!!!! please bear with my late post!!! Thankyou guys..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-4461270886229180259?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/4461270886229180259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=4461270886229180259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4461270886229180259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4461270886229180259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3700096808725770247</id><published>2008-04-06T15:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:25:58.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to where I left out, my day 2 of my last trip down to KL....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we all (NS gang) planned to go for some thempark fun in Sunway Lagoon, ended up leaving me and my boyfriend going!!!! How angry and pissed I was. Everyone changed their mind last minute....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what happens, I'll still go even thou it rains!!!! Nola... Tarak rain that day, thankgod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before leaving to Lagoon, snap snap!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h-hM2m8bI/AAAAAAAAALs/5mvdMoL-Jhc/s1600-h/DSC06689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186034079768179122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h-hM2m8bI/AAAAAAAAALs/5mvdMoL-Jhc/s320/DSC06689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, we reach Sunway Lagoon at about noon and we staright away head inside...! Cant wait to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h-hM2m8cI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M0dl4n0Rjfk/s1600-h/DSC06692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186034079768179138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h-hM2m8cI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M0dl4n0Rjfk/s320/DSC06692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h-hM2m8dI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NQevXrnTUJ8/s1600-h/DSC06696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186034079768179154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h-hM2m8dI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NQevXrnTUJ8/s320/DSC06696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done putting things in the locker, changed into my new Bikini, ready for everything, thrown my phone inside the locker and locked, suddenly something very important snap thru my mind, habis lo, lupa nak ambik gambar....! Sayang sekali..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so quiet that day, that we even have the whole pirate ship for ourselves! Syok-nya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Run here and there, almost played everything that was there. Too bad the extreame park was closed for maintainence, if not, i'll go even more insane playing all these stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left the lagoon about 1600 and went back to pyramid to have some tea time snack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's our tea time snack???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ta-da.............!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h_2s2m8eI/AAAAAAAAAME/KegYZrh7J0c/s1600-h/DSC06700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186035548646994402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h_2s2m8eI/AAAAAAAAAME/KegYZrh7J0c/s320/DSC06700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h_282m8fI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K2TUN7tmei0/s1600-h/DSC06701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186035552941961714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h_282m8fI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K2TUN7tmei0/s320/DSC06701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a Jco's fans now... I cant help stuffing all Jco's donuts into my mouth and chew them hard....!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on, done having tea time, we walked around the mall and feeling damn exhausted...! Soon, out stomach start playing all sorts of techno music. How to stop? Go Mahattan Fish Market, for dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_iA782m8gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cDlGGr7j0yE/s1600-h/DSC06702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186036738352935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_iA782m8gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cDlGGr7j0yE/s320/DSC06702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_iA782m8hI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VALZeTBonp4/s1600-h/DSC06704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186036738352935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_iA782m8hI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VALZeTBonp4/s320/DSC06704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_iA8M2m8iI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9FpYzBEGjU8/s1600-h/DSC06705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186036742647902754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_iA8M2m8iI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9FpYzBEGjU8/s320/DSC06705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I totally forgotten what I have ordered... Sorry...!!!! *meow* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that night, went back and have a little yum cha session with his friend, Ryan. Soon but not long, back home and it's sleepin time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3700096808725770247?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3700096808725770247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3700096808725770247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3700096808725770247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3700096808725770247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-where-i-left-out-my-day-2-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h-hM2m8bI/AAAAAAAAALs/5mvdMoL-Jhc/s72-c/DSC06689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-7573418594431026471</id><published>2008-04-06T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:32:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.... I'm getting something new for myself, and my boyfriend on this coming Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How about a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little guess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something which everyone cant live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-7573418594431026471?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/7573418594431026471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=7573418594431026471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7573418594431026471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7573418594431026471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/04/anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-2724527564431602107</id><published>2008-04-06T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:22:01.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm going to do something very patheticly insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I'm now in Sunway Pyramid, later at time 1620 I'm going for a movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With who???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so alone lo. No one want to accompany me so I got myself a Definitely Maybe movie lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelian hor????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what about the movie? Totally I have no idea at all. I didn't even knew there was this movie coming up to screen, it's not even being advertiste in the TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So charm la ipoh. What also don't take in, somemore say want to be modernize. They are not even makin the first move, who will? Sigh... Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186028616569778594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h5jM2m8aI/AAAAAAAAALk/0STlzgUE3O0/s320/definitely_maybe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look nice? Think nice? I don't know....!!! But then, damn excited gila knowing myself going to watch a movie ALONE lo....!!! Told my boyfriend, he said i'm insane. Told my best pal, she said i'm going nuts. Well, I guess Definitely I am!! hahhahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry guys about my late post and so on. Soon i'll be posting my day 2 for my last KL trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-2724527564431602107?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/2724527564431602107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=2724527564431602107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2724527564431602107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2724527564431602107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-im-going-to-do-something-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R_h5jM2m8aI/AAAAAAAAALk/0STlzgUE3O0/s72-c/definitely_maybe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-7032068356511172524</id><published>2008-04-01T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:13:52.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy April's Fool everyone....!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day where we can fool people without worrying that we might get sued by the other person! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I did fooled someone today, and I got three slapping at my back in return!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ganas...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to blog and wish everyone out there is having fun fooling people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-7032068356511172524?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/7032068356511172524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=7032068356511172524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7032068356511172524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7032068356511172524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-aprils-fool-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-1578834177998543477</id><published>2008-03-26T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:10:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KL Trip post...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay guys~ Ya, been busy and lazy as well...! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my KL trip???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it was kind of fun on the 17th which I finally had the chance to go Sunway Lagoon...! Over excited, lupa nak ambik gambar... ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 16th of March. All of us, Stella, Kei and I took a 0730 time bus down to KL. Along the way, Kei was complaining how pain her stomach is and needed to go to the ladies badly. She had some slimming tea or something... Poor thing. Have to tahan like 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached and as we all know here, KL traffic damn suck! We kind of stuck right outside Swiss Garden Hotel, and all of a sudden, forgotten who suggested that we go down to pinjam Swiss Garden Hotel's toilet. We did! Kei even suggested if the bus is still outside jamming after we're done, we're hop back into the bus. I was like SWEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, done a little bit of cam whore! Heee...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNu82m8OI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U9k1ss0gq1g/s1600-h/DSC06670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182039790247669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNu82m8OI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U9k1ss0gq1g/s320/DSC06670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNvM2m8PI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sRRkQTGF9yQ/s1600-h/DSC06673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182039794542637298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNvM2m8PI/AAAAAAAAAKM/sRRkQTGF9yQ/s320/DSC06673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, we also done some cam whore in the Ladies but it was taken with Stella's digital cam. Before we entered to the Ladies, there was this bell boy. He was doing his job tying up luggage bags together, so I push mine and Stel's to him and ask whether this is where we leave our luggage. He was polite enough and first thing he ever asked was ' Checking out? ', and I was like... 'Yeah!' *Panic*... After tying out luggage together, he pull a card out and ask for my room number. I was like... SHIT! What to tell him ar? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was still blur and totally forgotten about my room number.. I tried to turn to Stella, and Kei... But both went to the Ladies... Sobz..! But the bell boy let me go anyway~ Phew...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After done going to the Ladies, we walked down to Pudu Bus Station as John is waiting for us there. While we were still on the bus, three of us was like, why everyone (us) is wearing black today. Kei thought Stella and I pakat nak pakai hitam. We said we nvr did so. All of us was wondering if John were to be wearing black as well... We thought of so many colours he would wear, but definitely not black. When we saw him in Pudu, he's in BLACK!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao... The black gang! The John said this is what family do. Think, do what also the same. We ignore him anyway... hahaha! We then took a town bus down to Sunway Pyramid, as my boy is working in Padini Concept Store, Sunway Pyramid, Stella and I needed to drop our luggage in his car, than to stroll around in the shopping center with luggage hanging around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping our luggage in my boy's car. We were clueless where to have out lunch as I booked a 1445 movie ticket for Step Up 2. Why don't we watch it in Ipoh? Because this bloody god damn ipoh dono how to different shape what's nice and what's not. Saja tau kung fu, love and horror. All this nice movie don't buy in! Not fair. So WE *stella and me* will have to go down to KL to watch it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long, some of us was carving for sushi. We then went to Sushi Groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNvc2m8QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xiQ1dOS6zSc/s1600-h/DSC06674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182039798837604610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNvc2m8QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xiQ1dOS6zSc/s320/DSC06674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not bad thou the interior, after we sat down... All of us start ordering. Hungry la..! Stella ordered a plate of 5 salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNvc2m8RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QW-Y2J0xwo4/s1600-h/DSC06679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182039798837604626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNvc2m8RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QW-Y2J0xwo4/s320/DSC06679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNv82m8SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/__kARm6DFAM/s1600-h/DSC06681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182039807427539234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNv82m8SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/__kARm6DFAM/s320/DSC06681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cold green tea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ordered a unagi...! Unagi fans la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVM2m8TI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SX96dVKhVgY/s1600-h/DSC06682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182045944935805234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVM2m8TI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SX96dVKhVgY/s320/DSC06682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This.. I'm not sure what is it anyway.. Taste a little bit weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVc2m8UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DTPDu60DNtc/s1600-h/DSC06683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182045949230772546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVc2m8UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DTPDu60DNtc/s320/DSC06683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soon, there's this water who walks over to our table and mumbling something to us. John and I were sitting face to face, and he was just standing right beside us, we also couldn't hear him. I only heard something like, we're the 500th customer and he's giving us a free dish from the menu... We're like.. okay. He chose a Rock &amp;amp; Roll, where there's mozzarella cheese covered up with beef! Taste damn nice lo!!! Want to go back and eat again! Yum..! Tapi takde ambik gambar juga... Sobz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch, time for digest! We walk! After walking, we begin to feel tired... We were separated half way walking, Stella and I was together... We went to wait for the others at the cinema area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting, a little cam whore must be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVs2m8VI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R24OlCV1aw0/s1600-h/DSC06684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182045953525739858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVs2m8VI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R24OlCV1aw0/s320/DSC06684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then later, the others arrived, while waiting for the cinema we continue cam whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVs2m8WI/AAAAAAAAALE/zxdB1vmAOII/s1600-h/DSC06686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182045953525739874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTVs2m8WI/AAAAAAAAALE/zxdB1vmAOII/s320/DSC06686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTV82m8XI/AAAAAAAAALM/ui1nfjNbBMU/s1600-h/DSC06687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182045957820707186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pTV82m8XI/AAAAAAAAALM/ui1nfjNbBMU/s320/DSC06687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched Step up 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182048341527556482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pVgs2m8YI/AAAAAAAAALU/EH2juzXmb4I/s320/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt; What about the movie? Damn cun lo! Want watch again if can...! But Stella said Storm the Yard better... Hmmm... I think both also that nice. Hee...!!! Nvm, I go buy pirated DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done movie-ing... As Kei and John have to leave at about time 1830, we went to have J cos'!! Yum...!!! I literally waited in the queue like half an hour!! Alone...! Kei was with John outside and Stella flew off to meet her net friend Edmund... Leave me all alone here... By myself...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having J cos', we had a group shot. The Black Four.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182050841198522770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pXyM2m8ZI/AAAAAAAAALc/lqPWJ5Y3Dhk/s320/DSC08460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After J cos'. That's it for the day... My boy finish work. Had dinner in Carls Jr. and sent Stella off into her friend's place..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then.. I'll write again... I'm so tired after two blog post... Sigh... Nightz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-1578834177998543477?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/1578834177998543477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=1578834177998543477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1578834177998543477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1578834177998543477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/kl-trip-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-pNu82m8OI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U9k1ss0gq1g/s72-c/DSC06670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-5125685036643337753</id><published>2008-03-26T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:59:21.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have a confession to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, I finally broke it. I took up the courage to break it hard...! Without knowing whose watching or even bothering. I just did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My anger burst out into horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-o_yc2m8NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qHrXA8Uy2VE/s1600-h/DSC06730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182024457214423250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-o_yc2m8NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qHrXA8Uy2VE/s320/DSC06730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I broke this poor pen. Why??? Because I was damn angry and frustrated with customers!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, chill chill... Back to where it started. My mum went off early as she needed to go to the lawyer firm to get things done, and left me alone in the shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, there were only a few customer at a time, which I can still manage to attend. Soon, one by one coming in like a storm! Some customers were understanding enough. They waited long for me to attend to them as I was being called everywhere by those idiot, no brains, bloody shitters customer, which they want to be attend first. Done with those, there was phone calls coming in and out! As i were too busy to even pick them up! Till most of the customers left, finally I had the chance to ans the phone call. This is where I got so heated up. Here's how the conversation went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : Hello, is this cosway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : yeah, may I help you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : I need to know whether do u have to two way foundation in stock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : I have tons of two way foundation, which one do u refer to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : *silent* Neh... That one lo... it was published in last two months offer book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Can you give me it's code so that I could check for you. *annoyed*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : I dono anything la... Neh, that one lo! You worked here so long, you don remember ge meh???!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : I have a million products right behind me, you cant expect me to memorize each and every one of them, or do you have it's box, there's code behind it. You can even tell me it's brand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : It's Lelan Vital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Okay, I have different colours, which one do you want to know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : Har?! Got colours gah??? I dono wo. How much can I get it now? Can I still buy it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : *swt* You can buy it at rm33, there's no promotion going for this product.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : WAH...! So expensive?! Last time I buy also rm19 something..!! *silent* If I want to buy it now, I have to pay rm33 for it? I am a member wo, why cost me so much???!! No discount meh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Yes. *getting fucked up badly* Because it's not in the promotion book. The only price I can give you is rm33. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was in a great hurry too, while talking to this customer on the phone, on the other hand there's this bitch who wants to try on so many sizes of bra and girldle.. I was definitely very annoyed, but I am still keeping my cool. *forced to*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : Why you answer me so fui hin?! You don't want to attend to me isit?!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : No, I'm sorry miss. There's alot of customer here. I don't mean...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : *cut in* If there's so many customer, you can tell me ge mah! What customer service is this?! Nothing la bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She hung up that call and I was like... WTFH?!!! What's wrong with these ppl?! What if I told you to call back?! You might just said you will only take one minute, but the prob is you don't even know what you want!!! You cant give me the code or anything... What also dono la dono this! And expect me to memorize the price for each and every item?!!! WTFH....!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then another one phone call came. This time it's damn... I also dono how to describe it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Hello, Cosway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : Cosway hor? The buy 2 free 1 mask cannot buy already hor??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Yes, because that offer last until the 24th of March only, where else there's a new promotion for the mask on march 25th till april 24th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : Can la... You just put my bill back on to 24th of march then can lo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : *I was so damn fucking stone to hear that* Miss, I'm using a computer to key in the products and definitely the computer can key items that isn't in the promotion period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer : Nvm then. *hung up*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this an idiot or what?!! I don't know what to do with them anymore... The more I face them, the more i'm going insane!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too I want to apologise for the pen... Hee...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-5125685036643337753?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/5125685036643337753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=5125685036643337753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5125685036643337753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5125685036643337753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R-o_yc2m8NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qHrXA8Uy2VE/s72-c/DSC06730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-2864870598701839287</id><published>2008-03-15T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:33:13.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been a while since I blog about pictures and so on... So today, I'm going to post some belated post!! Sry...*wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before we start,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little confession to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going KL tomorrow with Stella, and Woon Kei, will be meeting John and Tee Yan in KL. Will be back on the 18th, too will post all the photos being taken on the trip! Remember to come back and visit tau???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been so busy working and exhausted lately after my work and exams... Due to all this problems, neglected my blog..!! Sobz...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to where I left out. Ya, my dad's birthday!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vGUnHUXUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MTeme3qAKlM/s1600-h/DSC06631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177950253991877954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vGUnHUXUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MTeme3qAKlM/s320/DSC06631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vGUnHUXVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vdcb2FGOVMQ/s1600-h/DSC06633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177950253991877970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vGUnHUXVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vdcb2FGOVMQ/s320/DSC06633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He had a birthday dinner at the Ipoh Royale Club, right opposite the St. Michael School, with all his friends. Swt...! So scary, all eyes were actually on me than my dad! He's the birthday fella, apasal tengok I?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's happy with the dinner, and his friends even got him a birthday cake. So my dad have two cakes that day. One from the Club itself, the other from friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177951387863244130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vHWnHUXWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/URD-KZQAjzs/s320/DSC06634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taste extreamly weird... I don't know what they have inside.. All nuts. Definitely gotten me nuts that night studying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon, habis exams!! Wow...! Should be celebrating or enjoying but I gotten, myself even more stress. However, at night went out with Stella to parade! I wanted to get a bikini, so cari parade dulu. Stella too have to meet someone there, so after we're done, we head to have Kenny Rogers. Baru buka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNT3HUXXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zLsFjYKu74I/s1600-h/DSC06643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177957937688370546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNT3HUXXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zLsFjYKu74I/s320/DSC06643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNUHHUXYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/js5dL5STJMI/s1600-h/DSC06644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177957941983337858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNUHHUXYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/js5dL5STJMI/s320/DSC06644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Then wafter ordering the main dishes, I ordred a Winter drink. The waitress suddenly told me Vanilla ice cream out of stock! So is either I choose others drinks or other flavor ice cream. So? I ordered a Strawberry ice cream with sprite. Taste damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNUHHUXZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zTfxADbF1O8/s1600-h/DSC06647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177957941983337874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNUHHUXZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zTfxADbF1O8/s320/DSC06647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then this is what stella did to the mufin... Kelian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNU3HUXaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iWTUm26s7gI/s1600-h/DSC06649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177957954868239778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vNU3HUXaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iWTUm26s7gI/s320/DSC06649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahah... We literally played with the food. Bad gilrs we are. Aren't we Stella?? hahahha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, I went out with Yuki to have Mcd for supper... Nothing much, catchin up with life and so on... Came yesterday! Went out to have Black Canyon with my mum in Jusco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vPJnHUXbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-0RNdXO1fec/s1600-h/DSC06664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177959960617967026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vPJnHUXbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-0RNdXO1fec/s320/DSC06664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ordered a orange frost and mum, her favourite Hazelnut coffee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vPJnHUXcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I08-6mCbU3E/s1600-h/DSC06665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177959960617967042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vPJnHUXcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I08-6mCbU3E/s320/DSC06665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vPJ3HUXdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z9G44wcr82E/s1600-h/DSC06666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177959964912934354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vPJ3HUXdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z9G44wcr82E/s320/DSC06666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my main dish.. Forgotten what the name is. It quite nice, yet it reminds me about the nasi pattaya I and the others NS gang had in Camp... Sobz. All of a sudden miss camp pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll just stop here. Need to pack for tomorrow. Everything last minute... Hee..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-2864870598701839287?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/2864870598701839287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=2864870598701839287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2864870598701839287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2864870598701839287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-while-since-i-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9vGUnHUXUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MTeme3qAKlM/s72-c/DSC06631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-7749233124971777060</id><published>2008-03-10T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:57:34.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Headache-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night I'll be spending my time studying Business Law! How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pitiful&lt;/span&gt; can that be?! I wrote some down in a text pad till now I'm wondering should I just stop doing so and just read them from the text book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Business Law, Business Maths. I'm so gonna be dead. Yet, again I cant stop missing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried it all out, I cried when I'm finally back home from my dad's birthday dinner. I cried while I was having my bath. I cried while I on my pc... Then I stop after MSN done loading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I cried? I'm so stress. Stress of exams. Till today, is the day I knew that I do afraid of exams... I do have all thise phobias. While having dinner with my dad, I nearly burst out in tears... Every minutes pass like water pipe. The more I look at the watch, the fear in my grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic is that?! How can I be feeling all these?? Dad even want tells everyone that I'll be getting my Diploma nxt year. He is so giving me peer pressure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant study la...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to burst all those in me out of here.&lt;br /&gt;I told him, I would really want to hug him now, and start crying.&lt;br /&gt;But he said he would let me hug, just don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do at all... I don't feel like doing anything.. I feel like dozing off... I am so sleepy... ZzzZzz.... Zzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-7749233124971777060?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/7749233124971777060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=7749233124971777060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7749233124971777060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7749233124971777060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/headache-nya.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3658986339552150117</id><published>2008-03-10T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:24:05.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here still online and awake in the silent night of everyone flew to their dreams. I am here brushing my late studies, because in another 7 hours later, I'll be sitting for my paper then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this silent night, its my first night to be still awake till that late brushing up my works. My first experiences and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How emo can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am emo now. So emo I don't think I could study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? I cant stop thinking of you again.&lt;br /&gt;A thought that can actually kills.&lt;br /&gt;How terrible can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to call and cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know you're home safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the election, everyone out here are so afraid of riot.&lt;br /&gt;Everyones talking about crufews&lt;br /&gt;Even my parents stop me from going out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;My dad even worse, he actually have the idea of telling not going to college for exam tomorrow if can.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, If i was fate to be dead like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is mainly about how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being protected&lt;br /&gt;is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being loved&lt;br /&gt;Is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind, I know he still love me&lt;br /&gt;I just cant bring my heart to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Am i being selfish??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones been telling such a far distance relationships I can hold up for a year.&lt;br /&gt;Everyones been happy for me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;All I know patience is the first thing we must learn to have.&lt;br /&gt;Second is honest.&lt;br /&gt;Thrid is trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to think that finding someone which is near to you, can last even longer than having a distance relationship. I was so wrong. In 24hours, I can break up with a guy of a same city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like ages ago. I was still so childish at the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm still studying... I'm so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3658986339552150117?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3658986339552150117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3658986339552150117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3658986339552150117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3658986339552150117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-here-still-online-and-awake-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-4370771715308690245</id><published>2008-03-09T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:39:17.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, or I should just put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I went out to have breakfast with my dad at 0835 hour. We had breakfast in Gunung Rapat then went back to his house, since he asked me for some help to type some letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to my mum's house, I finally took the courage to tell him about my next trip down to KL and my future plan by taking Graphic Design Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first told him about my KL trip since it's the nearest in the calender. I and the others NS gang planned to go down Sunway Lagoon, Subang KL on the 16th till 18th of March. What I got as feedback from ma dad? He asked me to cancel everything, just stay at home. He even start telling me about all kinds of inccident that happened about boming and war between you know what. Hence, the election just over, all malaysian citizen are afraid of you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied by telling him everything tickets and hotel rooms we have booked and paid. All my dad said was just cancel all of them, it won't hurt just by loosing a few hundred bucks. I was like... HELLO! Dad, you're rich, I'm not. To me, few hundred bucks worth alot. I can like have a month supply ya know?! I don't care. I'm still going. My mum didn't even stop me from going, she even helped out! Because of election I have to stop all my funs?! NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after this issue of going to KL. I told him I would love to take another course after my Diploma in BA, which is Graphic Designs. He started blapping all his old historical stories to me. He said he have everything planned for me, that he want me to get a degree in BA, then after that fucking 4 more years of degree, I can only take my graphic or whatever course! I was like counting..... By the time I had all my certs and so on... I'm like in my LATE 20s'!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had in mind was to start pursuing experienced by 24 years old, and I want to have my own company by 34! Now, I guess I'll all those wrinkles all over ma face and body when i'm still pursuing experience in life. WTF....?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even told me that by taking this course was just my fucking hobby. Hobby won't bring you far in life. I NVR thought that would be my hobby. I always loves drawing animation and I'd really love to pursue in that career! I'm taking BA just because of you Dad! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of mum facing difficulties in financial problems, I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, dad I studied Business to help you out in the future in your company.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you two, I have been so stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have my own dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECAUSE PARENTS GIVE US LIFE, SO WE HAVE TO LISTEN AND RESPECT THEM BY THROWING ALL MY DREAMS AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO ENJOY MY LIFE IN MY 40S'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO HAVE A SIMPLE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T YEARN FOR BIG HOUSE OR NICE CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I JUST WANT A NORMAL AND PEACEFUL LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO LIVE MY LIFE IN A SMALL BORKEN WOODEN HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AS LONG I'M HAPPY WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT'S ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TIME, TIME IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WITHOUT TIME, LIFE IS MEANINGLESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT CAN ANYONE DO WITHOUT TIME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU ALL COME AND TELL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would understand?! They can get what they want. Everyone asked me what was my dream. All I can tell them was none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if I do. Mum will felt so guilty and you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well I fucked my dream away and forever keep it as a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing so, everyone around me will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Because to them, I don't have vision of life, I'm a fucked up kid. I only know how to use and spend money. I the only kid who have no vision of life. I'm so lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE YOU GUYS HAPPY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be like other kids?&lt;br /&gt;Why must I bear all the pains and stress for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to bear all mine's?&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone going to be there when I fall?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear facts.&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone there.&lt;br /&gt;Physically supportive in whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that person will only exist in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm hoping for darurat*curfew*&lt;br /&gt;I can just step out of the house and get shot to death.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I can be in my dreams forever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-4370771715308690245?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/4370771715308690245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=4370771715308690245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4370771715308690245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4370771715308690245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-morning-or-i-should-just-put-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-2413073360391324184</id><published>2008-03-08T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:16:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay...! Something is really wrong with my notebook today. Finally it reads my memory card. So I can do my posting now. So sorry ya??? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would love to wish my mum a happy belated birthday again. It was her birthday yesterday and we went out to have dinner at night with her friends tagged along as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I got for her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIeXHUXLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/duumyXsiRfU/s1600-h/DSC06613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175348976984284338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIeXHUXLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/duumyXsiRfU/s320/DSC06613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A birthday card!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIenHUXMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/theeuFVRJ9M/s1600-h/DSC06616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175348981279251650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIenHUXMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/theeuFVRJ9M/s320/DSC06616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then as for today, it's my dad's birthday! Wishing him happy birthday as well... I too got him a card for his birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIe3HUXNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dI6K7z482Zk/s1600-h/DSC06617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175348985574218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIe3HUXNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dI6K7z482Zk/s320/DSC06617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made them in Stella's house. Thankyou for lending me your pc and printer too giving me these free paper and envelops! Thanksyou so much! Treat ya nxt time ya??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to my mum's birthday. Her friends got her a sponge cake! Don't know what it tastes like. Feel like having it but very lazt to cut it. Heee.....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIfHHUXOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H-3jqkFvLSE/s1600-h/DSC06619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175348989869186274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIfHHUXOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H-3jqkFvLSE/s320/DSC06619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks tasty right? I'm so hungry now. I felt like ordering Mcd... But saving money for my coming KL trip... What to do?! sobz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard the STPM results will be out soon... All the very best to those who took STPM!! But a very bad luck for me to be taking my exams. sigh....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some SO BELATED post to post here. Some Valentine post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I got from my sweethearT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bought me a mine-alesi model of both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175353731513081106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KMzHHUXRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2R5-VnpNkdw/s320/28022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute??? It does quite look like us... Hee...! Happy-nya... But this two model is still located in KL.. I still cant get hold of 'em... Sobz...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did another Valentine suprise for him. On the 19th of Feb, I ordered a mini49 cupcakes over to his working office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175352928354196738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KMEXHUXQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oSN0zJQnpEY/s320/19022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ta-da!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks tasty right? But my name spell wrong agaiN!!! So hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat... Heard his mum ate most of them.. the taste?? Very nice. So tempting after hearing her mother said so...!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm so hungry, still deciding on what to eat...! Wondering as well what will be the results of the Elections and will there be curfew??? Even my mum is afriad so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i'm quite emo lately, mum said if there's curfew, no one can go out. If one does, they'll be prosecuded. So, I thought of going out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might all think i'm insane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am... Hee...!!!&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/1236807846877571897-2413073360391324184?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/2413073360391324184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=2413073360391324184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2413073360391324184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2413073360391324184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R9KIeXHUXLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/duumyXsiRfU/s72-c/DSC06613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-5852769893460216018</id><published>2008-03-08T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:21:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a very bad news to shout out... Very very bad.... Because of it, I feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My freaking computer couldn't read my memory card from my sony W800i....! I cant upload any photos! OMG...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this happen to me? I have so many photos yet to be uploaded into my blog post, when I finally found the right time, this happened to mE?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why goD?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-5852769893460216018?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/5852769893460216018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=5852769893460216018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5852769893460216018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5852769893460216018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-very-bad-news-to-shout-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-2517197146474443138</id><published>2008-03-06T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:44:59.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is wrong with all the spacing in this blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I do spacing?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-2517197146474443138?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/2517197146474443138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=2517197146474443138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2517197146474443138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2517197146474443138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-wrong-with-all-spacing-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3038051782361203219</id><published>2008-03-06T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:44:14.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Back!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did anyonE misS mE???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or it's just Me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, is just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm being the perasan case here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sorry guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't been updating my blog lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya know... Been very busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moreover exam is just around the corner! What could possiblely be worse than that?! Other than exam, I guess I have ate too much *uncountable* mandarine orange in the Chinese New Year time period, and it has gotten me having those 'fong mok' all around me body including ma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FACE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'You gotta be kidding me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess this will be on your mind right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its damn freaking true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can so ask Stella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been almost weeks since I last updated my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really am so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please forgive my absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, alot of things had happened for the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot or arguements, stress, tears, and stories happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, things are fine now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I guess so*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hoping everything will be fine after the 11th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so having exam on the 10th and the 11th of March!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anyone know how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horrifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anyone know how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anyone know how&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; freaking scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I definitely do! Because I'm damn freak out by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine, if one paper were to be failed or not enough marks to pass... I have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ya know?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where to get those money?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to give all my hard earn money out to that fucking college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I do?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I studied hard!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried everything!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inclding you know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still no use!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm partly scaring myself anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahhahahha....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since i'm cold blooded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I will have any feelings for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, for now I guess I'll stop right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to let you all know that I'll be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So do drop by when free!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3038051782361203219?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3038051782361203219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3038051782361203219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3038051782361203219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3038051782361203219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-did-anyone-miss-me-or-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-1769956675131774564</id><published>2008-02-19T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:45:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would like to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ThankYou Bell Bell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for being there when I needed someone so badly...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for crying first before I even get the chance to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I have been so emo lately, I really do need a shoulder to lean on... Or should I say to see someone else cry than me-self...! *giggle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I've been down lately, but I feel so much better now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went over to Bell's house this morning, as I really needed someone to talk to about it. A friend in need, definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so emo, I was crying myself out while I was still on the way to Bell's house. However, I turned out to be laughing more than crying when I see Bell's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't even said a thing, as I know my eyes were filled with tears.. She cry instantsly and I was shocked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could make someone cry by having teary eyes????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't know I have such miracle powers?! Just joking! *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, this blog post is mainly to thanks Bell for being there when I'm in need of a friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ThankYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muakz...!!!&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/1236807846877571897-1769956675131774564?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/1769956675131774564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=1769956675131774564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1769956675131774564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1769956675131774564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-would-like-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-2938388164341866475</id><published>2008-02-17T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:42:53.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Again</title><content type='html'>Reviewing my blog is seems to be like a mess...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed those two blog post while using Microsoft Words... By moving them over editing them again has done nothing to change the way of my blog post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like WTH....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i'm done with editing and I started being emo AGAIN! Lame old Me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed to get some rest since I have sleeping disorder lately that I have been sleeping just 6 to 7 hours lately... Which I need about 10 to 11 hours of sleep to recharge myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawl myself up to bed, feeling cozy and comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I thought. I could have some beauty sleep for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... My brain cells like fooling around with me! Started being more and more emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking more and more nonsense, nevertheless I got myself crying like a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with Me?!!&lt;br /&gt;How can I be so emo all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone now, so badly!!&lt;br /&gt;But I was thinking, what if the person ask what's wrong with me, how am I suppose to answer him or her?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then knowing that I couldn't find the answer myself, I throw my phone far away enough so that no one could reach it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no one WILL be reaching my phone except for myself. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I got myself into semi-concious later then until quite some time I became concious at the time of 1800. I make myself crawl up to where my phone is and looking at it... I guess it lasted more than 5 minutes of stillness looking at my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it, wondering what I should do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who I should call.&lt;br /&gt;Should I call him, to say Hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just throw the damn phone away again and get myself to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made up my mind by dialing to him. Yeah, he's definitely busy. So chatted awhile then the phone hung up by itself. Guess it's time for me to shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ring back and I'm like... Chill girl, chill... Act normal instead of emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I pulled it off this time! But sigh.... I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a stressful week. I'm not in the mood for anything... I just wanted to sit at the edge of every corner I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to notice what or how I was doing. I literally felt apart.&lt;br /&gt;Soon mum came in and I nearly yelled at her.... for no reason! I'm like... I don't even know what's gotten into me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody out there... tell me what's wrong with me or start stabbing me with a knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I might feel so much better!&lt;br /&gt;I really got all my emotions mixed up and I can't do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is purely depression. Don't try this at home kids, you'll regret or you might even commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel like throwing me notebook away, everything away!&lt;br /&gt;I even thought of hitting myself with the notebook.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds better right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting myself with a notebook...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-2938388164341866475?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/2938388164341866475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=2938388164341866475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2938388164341866475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/2938388164341866475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/emo-again.html' title='Emo Again'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-366267545261174251</id><published>2008-02-17T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:30:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*This post was written on the 15th of Feb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Many things had happened last night, as I was being so upset over a small matter. I also finally realized that I should not have been so ego, I really do have to think before I act. I was still keeping some secret from him, because I did not knew how to tell him about it. Since last night, I felt so much better blah-ing all out at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes, I am sorry. I know I have been naïve, because of the self-centered me, we argued. Last night, I went out with Stella, &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and too Neven. They were out celebrating Valentine, as I too was together. As you all know, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; got me a lovely rose… Thank you &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Love you so much!! No doubt is not the first rose I received in Valentine, but it’s definitely the first rose I got from a lovely friend like you. Too is the first pink colour rose I have got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When I was out with them, I was still being cool. I tried to calm myself down and let everything out of my head, and since it was Valentine, I tried to focus on enjoying my valentine with these friends of mine instead of being the emo, and dull me. Knowing he will be heading to Loong’s house for a prayer... I was still chill. Nevertheless, when I got home, I felt so miserable that I felt like tearing myself apart. He messaged me when his home, I am happy yet sad. However, I told him not to call since it was already 2 in the morning, I know he needed rest since he have to get up early the next day... Yet he called. I am touch but again I still felt miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He asked me why, I did not know how to answer. I lost track of expressing myself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sounds funny right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How anyone could lose way of expressing himself or herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But, yes I did. If you ask me how, I do not even know how it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know I got him upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know I hurt him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know I am not a good or perfect girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay and yes. I have promised him I would drop this issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;However, I am just blogging, okay? Please do not get angry or upset again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hate seeing him being upset. I really rather I get all his pain, least I know I will slowly recover… He asked me to delete that particular blog I have post. I have done so. Do not worry too; I have dropped the issue as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*dup*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Last night, I asked him about his point of view about me. He told me I am an incomplete heart has yet to be paint. Well… I am a very lazy person; I really do love to if he paints that particular part for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yeah… Yeah… Yeah… I am asking stuff form him again… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I do not know why again I am feeling so down. I should be happy and cheerful when I wake up this morning. Hence, worse still I am feeling sick and sleepy. Guess I am just lack of sleeping?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes, most of my readers know I have insomnia… I do not even know when I got it. Maybe 4 or 5 years back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This morning, I realized something I had been wondering all the time, and having doubts on it as well. Before I spill what it is, I would like to say I like and hate it at the same time. I am so confusing myself, and guess I am confusing you guys as well. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am a gadget lover, especially on mobile phones. I first own a mobile phone was in year 2001; I was still doing my Form 1. I still remember it cost me a hundred ringgit to get a Sim Card! Can you imagine now I can get 10 of them??!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my Freaking God….!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My very first model was a second-handed Ericsson phone. Bought it for RM200. Mahal sgt at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then came the internet, having a pc at home, going online knowing net friends. Getting more and more numbers. Soon, in 2002 my sim went out of space for me to save up my new contacts…! Crazy shit..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In Year 2001 an Ericsson phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In Year 2002 a Nokia 3310&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In Year 2003 a Nokia 7210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In Year 2004 a Nokia 5350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In the middle of Year 2004 a Nokia 3100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In Year 2005 a Nokia 6260&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In Year 2006 a Nokia 6670&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In the Year of 2007, I finally settle my phone with Sony Ericsson W800i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Coming soon… Nokia 6500 slide or N82???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who knows??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wasted so many bloody RM in mobile phones…!! You want to know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First, I fancy all new technology but actually I just wanted to show off I had the latest phone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Come to think of it now, I was pathetically naïve and bloody stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don’t even know why this thought came into me…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For now, I don’t wish to own the latest phone that’s on the market. I just need a phone, with enough memory space for me to save all the important messages in my phone. Knowing that others will call or even message me and definitely not owning the most high-tech phone in the market yet the phone itself will not even ring once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waking up, knowing the phone will not even ring… It really hurts my feeling thou I do not know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;However, when I just wanted to be alone so much…! Throwing my phone and everything aside, peoples, friends they all came ringing to my mobile, house phone and even cannot stop nudging me in MSN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is really, what I hate most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When I am feeling so down and unhappy, when I do need the goddamn mobile to ring. It kept silence until I was literally pushing myself to the edge… Even if I would call up, I get all kind of excuses… busy and so on. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I really do still feel like changing new mobile phones. But I’m now lack of RM in my account. So many things to plan and buy. Wish list as long as a scroll….!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yet, I finally realized, is not technology that matters, it is when your phone rings and knowing someone out there is caring and loving you. I too realized how excited I am to know he would call up. I would wait for that call... I would wait for my phone to ring. But I hate hanging up of coz! *wink* and he hates that…! Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, I am still waiting. I missed out his call this morning. I’m waiting for it to ring again now… Wondering what will he be doing, has he had his lunch yet? Is he ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know I am super duper worried and protective over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want him to have the best girlfriend in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want him to be the happiest person on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want him to beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want him to know he is not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want him to know a pair of ears is here to listen anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want him to know there is a pair of shoulders to lean on whenever he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want him to know there is always an open arms waiting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hence, I have failed to do most of them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What a terrible girlfriend I am…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guess I know why no ones want me…! *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-366267545261174251?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/366267545261174251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=366267545261174251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/366267545261174251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/366267545261174251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-post-was-written-on-15th-of-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-5939281459341597835</id><published>2008-02-17T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:26:50.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Valentine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is definitely a very late post of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was busy with assignments and too working as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Therefore, by the time I’ve reach home, I’ll be so dead exhausted… Moreover, last night I was out again to celebrate &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s birthday in Breeze Café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This post will be about Valentine, Love, Couples and most of all presents &amp;amp; gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I bet all might be wondering what I’ve got for Valentine~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Some knew I got a Rose from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;… But what from my dear????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No doubt this year Valentine, will be my first time not having to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sad and pathetic right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because of work and distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because of tiredness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because of financial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because of these, I couldn’t celebrate with him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got to know about my gift on the 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of January, damn early right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is actually a mini-Alesi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wondering what is it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is a figure with your face on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Quite expensive thou. However, I still couldn’t lay my fingerprint on them… It’s coming on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of Feb and my dear can lay his hand on them but I don’t even know when can I actually lay my hands on ‘em…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Come to think of it… I’m not happy about this year Valentine Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I argued with him on Valentine, didn’t celebrate Valentine even thou I was out with Stel, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Neven. Came back at night, I argued with him, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m still wondering, what does love really mean in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Some might have their own point of view, but isn’t Love the same thing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do I get numerous answer from different people???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yet, I’m still wondering… When someone tell you how much he or she loves you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do they really mean it or its JUST A WORD they use to melt your heart for that particular moment???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Moreover, another thing, they can actually say it to more than one person whom they seem to HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am like… WTFH?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not shock or what, but isn’t weird??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, this is my point of view, I may not have been in that position of falling in love with two guy at the same moment but I have been in that moment of being betray by the word LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So what does LOVE really means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love is blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love is pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What is love anyway…??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When one falls in love, they do so much to get the other ones attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Funny isn’t it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Don’t laugh… I’m in that situation… Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nothing to be sad about, but I just find it very weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So hard to understand what is the really meaning of LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What is Love then?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The other day I’ve over heard the radio debating about Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do girls want guys to spend more on Valentine???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Many guys phoned up and most of their answer was literally yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The came a few girls, but numerous sms from girls for this debate were a No, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then came fighting time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nola… joking aje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In my point of view, I guess I’ll be at the girl side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not because I’m a girl, but come to think of it. We don’t really want guys to spend hundreds or thousands of money on Valentine but all we ever wanted was your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not cutting ya organ heart out but a sincere loving heart, show us that what you said it’s true. Melt our hearts like you guys did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have friends nagging and complaining always that their boyfriend won’t even hold their handbag for just a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I asked why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Their answers was that their boyfriends think that holding a girl’s handbag means being control by girl and so on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why this kind of guys still exists??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He’s like so out dated! No one in this world ever said that holding a girls’ handbag meant letting girl take control or what so ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do guys know, we think when you guys hold our handbags for us, it actually does melt out hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is like so freaking sweet for a guy to do such a thing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But guess that boyfriends of my friend is still in old age… Guess he better catch up with the modern time than to be left out…! *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was even told that a guy thinks doing all this sweet stuffs are stupid and childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That guy WISHES &amp;amp; WANTS a girl to do such things to him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How can a guy be so freaking selfish?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not just saying all guys are bad and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are still guys does all kind of sweet stuff to their beloved girlfriends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So whether you’re a girl or a guy, I guess the most important is just to appreciate what your partner has done or do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Never ask for more, but to give instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-5939281459341597835?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/5939281459341597835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=5939281459341597835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5939281459341597835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5939281459341597835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-day.html' title='Valentine Day'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-7507847519358112587</id><published>2008-02-14T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:51:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly to Leon</title><content type='html'>Don't be jealous sweetheart~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're going to read my blog, and you're reading it now...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who gave me the rosE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious??? Curious?? Jealous???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that person wants me how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart pounding as fast as ever???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it's a guy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, the answer is just after this blog. Read 'em and you'll know the answer....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I love you right?&lt;br /&gt;You know, I cant live without you right??&lt;br /&gt;You know, I just love being around you....!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.... I'm going crazy missing you... Kill Me...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-7507847519358112587?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/7507847519358112587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=7507847519358112587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7507847519358112587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/7507847519358112587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomly-to-leon.html' title='Randomly to Leon'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-5053023973208066324</id><published>2008-02-14T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:06:16.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Night Out</title><content type='html'>It's Valentine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bless every couple will be bless with a box full of love and care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee... I miss my dear...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too want to spend my time with him today... So jealous seeing others holding each other hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too want to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too want to hug a big teddy bought from my dear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I am just not so lucky....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bell got me a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love You, Bell...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you're feeling down and sad... but all I can give you is ma love...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muakz...! Muakz...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still miss my sweetheart...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why work...?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh.......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm sitting in Starbucks with Stella, Bell and Neven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending our Valentine together, sipping more and more coffee...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant stop having me Cream Cheese Danish...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheesy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll eat first... Yum~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-5053023973208066324?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/5053023973208066324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=5053023973208066324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5053023973208066324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5053023973208066324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-night-out.html' title='Valentine Night Out'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3097776008587779219</id><published>2008-02-13T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:00:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Humans with no Fucking Law</title><content type='html'>My car kena sratch?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh... is with the FUCK word on my bonet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with this people?!&lt;br /&gt;The parking area has no name written on it, you didn't buy that fucking land&lt;br /&gt;WTF you go and sratch my bonet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a free world to park anywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;You sendiri take it as your own teritory, then is ok.&lt;br /&gt;Other ppl park there for awhile, have to kena sracth from you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the bloody shit is all this?!&lt;br /&gt;Where is the law?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans, study so much for what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still they are the same shit as ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a  very bad year, bad day, and bad month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more for me for this coming year?!!??!?!?!??!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next time, don sracth, come kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be glad to have you killing me than to hurt my mum's car!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3097776008587779219?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3097776008587779219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3097776008587779219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3097776008587779219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3097776008587779219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/fucking-humans-with-no-fucking-law.html' title='Fucking Humans with no Fucking Law'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3455072098224361170</id><published>2008-02-09T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:14:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you Believe it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Srgmy6TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OUqu9mow4v4/s1600-h/DSC06443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164875255104334130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Srgmy6TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OUqu9mow4v4/s320/DSC06443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1236807846877571897-3455072098224361170?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3455072098224361170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3455072098224361170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3455072098224361170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3455072098224361170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/would-you-believe-it.html' title='Would you Believe it?'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Srgmy6TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OUqu9mow4v4/s72-c/DSC06443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-4108085372138292914</id><published>2008-02-09T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:13:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be an early post for the upcoming Valentine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I will not be able to spend my time with him on 14th of Feb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I might as well give him his early Valentine gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentine Sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Rsgmy6OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vdERivd-_U8/s1600-h/DSC06470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164874172772575458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Rsgmy6OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vdERivd-_U8/s320/DSC06470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Rswmy6PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KQE7z_i09pw/s1600-h/DSC06473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164874177067542770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Rswmy6PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KQE7z_i09pw/s320/DSC06473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61RtAmy6QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m7Z77j_ghfQ/s1600-h/DSC06488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164874181362510082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61RtAmy6QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m7Z77j_ghfQ/s320/DSC06488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61RtQmy6RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_hCUXCUhmoA/s1600-h/DSC06493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164874185657477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61RtQmy6RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_hCUXCUhmoA/s320/DSC06493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Rtwmy6SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FkKUVLgc-ig/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164874194247412002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Rtwmy6SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FkKUVLgc-ig/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1236807846877571897-4108085372138292914?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/4108085372138292914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=4108085372138292914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4108085372138292914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4108085372138292914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-gift_09.html' title='Valentine Gift'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R61Rsgmy6OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vdERivd-_U8/s72-c/DSC06470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3658717410520473966</id><published>2008-02-08T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:46:35.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th of Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not fancy CNY but I do hope everyone out there are enjoying their family reunion, and getting more and more red pockets of cause!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too, I would like to wish everyone having a prosperous year of Rat. But don't get any rats in ya house...! You may get more Mickey Mouse, it might bring you good luck?? Having a healthy life, getting mroe and more wealthy, and of cause being happy as always or even more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Done with the greetings and so on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've planned some suprise for my family on the 7th of Feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought up 6 tickets to watch cj7 at 1510 in Tanjung Golden Village Cinema in Jusco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately my Godmum wasn't able to follow since she has fallen sick for the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the other ticket was given to my Godsis's friend. She tagged along Ms Don't Know Who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Godsis chock me until I told her what was the suprise was. It wasn't fun anymore letting them know what I did for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*pissed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what can I do? She's a discipline teacher in Main Convent, Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One ticket for my mum, bro, Godsis, her friend, Me and my sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's coming to Ipoh to celebrate CNY with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hyper*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went out early about time 1400 to Jusco, afraid having difficulty getting a car park in Jusco. We got one right outside Jusco, quite near the cinema. Another freaking hot day as well...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach Jusco about 1415, got a car park and it was about 1430. Another half an hour time to spend in Jusco. So Mum and Godsis went to Popular, as for me and my bro. We went to search for comics, our old time fav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loitering around... Me waiting for me boyfriend to arrvie, but it seems that he's still stuck in a jam on the highway. *sobz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pack the tickets using Red pockets and gave them out before entering the cinema. They were all suprise for what I've done to hide the tickets. CNY mah.. sure guna ang pao lo..! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went into the cinema later and I'm still waiting for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He reach about an hour later the movie starts, but the time he enter the cinema.. 10minutes later the movie ends. He was like... WTH?! I was like.. Don't blame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the movie, I got to shu my mum and the others back to my Godmum's home and wait for the next suprise! I drag my sweetheart down to the hyper market to get some stuff for Steamboat Suprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bought alot of food and it only cost not up to rm100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After done shopping, run back home and get prepared for the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach home about time 1800, unpack everything, wash all the veggie and prawns.. As the time set for them to arrive is 1930.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm20JnUgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6xPSz8qa_uI/s1600-h/DSC06456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164545595840877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm20JnUgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6xPSz8qa_uI/s320/DSC06456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preparing the soup! Smells good, taste nice as well! My sweetheart cook one. Sedap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then everyone came and was so busy entertaining them, I forgot to take pictures of the dishes that was served. So sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, there's still more! 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Cos'!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm20JnUhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3ZEcdBM1NPg/s1600-h/DSC06457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164545595840877074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm20JnUhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3ZEcdBM1NPg/s320/DSC06457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm3EJnUiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lKAY1KQHQcA/s1600-h/DSC06458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164545600135844386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm3EJnUiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lKAY1KQHQcA/s320/DSC06458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm3kJnUjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZmWyXXtu8CI/s1600-h/DSC06459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164545608725778994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm3kJnUjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZmWyXXtu8CI/s320/DSC06459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm30JnUkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MYAncaxWmbA/s1600-h/DSC06462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164545613020746306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm30JnUkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MYAncaxWmbA/s320/DSC06462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweetheart bought 4 dozen of J.Cos' from Pavilion, KL before coming up to Ipoh. We ate 1 dozen for desserts, half a dozen given to my Godmum &amp;amp; sis, and we had the another half a dozen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still another 2 dozen left!&lt;br /&gt;What to do with it? We'll save it for tomorrow breakfast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3658717410520473966?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3658717410520473966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3658717410520473966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3658717410520473966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3658717410520473966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/7th-of-feb.html' title='7th of Feb'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6wm20JnUgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6xPSz8qa_uI/s72-c/DSC06456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-1086628564179244257</id><published>2008-02-06T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:42:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting more and more itchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately can't stop rubbing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeping at my stack of homeworks and assignments to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like taking a lighter and start burning everything I have including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a lighter won't do. I'll take few bottols of kerosene.. and just a least one or two boxes of matches might do then...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired... But I need to do my assignments...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which to choose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep? Assignments?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll chose to sleep. I'm torturing myself now since I cant even open me eyes de and been sleeping damn late for the past few days...!!! Insomia, just kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-1086628564179244257?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/1086628564179244257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=1086628564179244257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1086628564179244257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1086628564179244257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-hot-im-so-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-6002993330257337212</id><published>2008-02-06T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:39:21.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY?</title><content type='html'>Alright, Chinese New Year is right at the corner...!! But I cant seem to find the FEEL for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like how I used to be, joy-ed whenever I think of Chinese New Year. As times flows by, I'm starting to hate CNY instead of enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find the joy in it anymore nor the excitment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People gives me red pockets, I guess I was suppose to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I felt like owing them whenever I laid my hands on those red pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum are quite busy preparing for CNY, and so does my Brother which he just came back from KL.. Curently playing his PlayStation 1, my old favourite game, Bomba Man. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy with all their preparation for the coming CNY. I was too two days back but it seems that almost everything failed me... Least I've got 6 cj7 movie tickets for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've planned to have a little CNY suprise for me family by buying them movie tickets and treating them for dinner. Wanted to take them out to Flames, but closed. 2+1 in Bercham also closed.. My Point in East Sector of Ipoh Garden also closed...!! Everywhere close!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm still thinking of whether having it at home or at Johnnys'... since I have an Induction Cooker and all I have to do is to get beverages. It's going to be quite cost saving if i'm having it at home.. But it'll be quite rush as well, as I'm a bad planner and i'm not having a very good mood lately... So I'm doing my very best to control me temper... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss gave me a bonus today...! rm350 in it. Cool huh?? So I can treat my family, but I'm thinking of saving for my future handphone.. ish.. Teruk ni...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of thinking&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't someone just get me outta here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come get me out of this piece of shit i'm in!&lt;br /&gt;So frustrated over so many things...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend said i've been thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Mother said i'm been so high tempered lately.&lt;br /&gt;Customers complaining their bloody shits to me.&lt;br /&gt;Me myself expecting more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to be a better year yet been falling sick and hurting myself unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to be crazy before the year going to end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said its still year end (2006, in chinese calender) So I might still face some problems. Aiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having so many problems still not enough??? Still want more? Is God trying to kill me??? Or should I say torturing me... Before CNY sick, having ' fong mok ' on the leg, twisted my toe while bathing, what else more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Argued with family and boyfriend. Just that not with friends yet. Having insomia as well... Now, I'm just waiting to be in the hospital. What more can it be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it so good preparing for CNY?? Waste of money, time. Meet people you hate. Get red pockets, eat, and grow fatter day by day. At least I find something good about CNY is there's mandarine orange to eat!! Too bad I wasn't a filty rich man's daughter anymore, so I only ate 7 mandarine orange for this coming CNY, so pathetic. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I used to ate few boxes of em and I always gotten my stomach ache very badly every CNY.. But now, I cant and I don't have that many mandarine orange for me to get my stomach ache. Really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to have stomach ache on CNY, I can prevent myself from going to relatives house, seeing their fake faces everywhere makes me more ill. I'd rather get sick myself by eating something I love, than getting sick by just looking at human's faces'...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what can I blog more about this coming CNY?? But I still wish everyone out there enjoying their CNY. Happy Chinese New Year Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-6002993330257337212?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/6002993330257337212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=6002993330257337212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/6002993330257337212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/6002993330257337212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny.html' title='CNY?'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3121454286528642121</id><published>2008-02-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:46:13.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Gift?</title><content type='html'>I cant take my eyes off it...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the other day I pull Stel out to accompany me for some valentine and CNY special planning. I know she was damn tired that day, and so sorry ya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Jusco, had lunch in Secret Recipe then we went walking around since Stella also had to get some things. After Jusco, Parade here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere was jammed pack with humans.. Too with crazy and pathetic humans. Enough with humans.. I went straight to a watch shop to take a look at some watches which i planned to get for my dear as his valentine gift. I really went out of ideas and time, thinking what to give him. But soon I've decided to give him something he needs, and the brand I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it...????!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all want to know???&lt;br /&gt;I'll post them after Valentine~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not posting it here now, afraid he might view thru and know what is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come back for the ans ya, readers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i've bought the ' gift ', I cant take my eyes off it!! I cant even take my hands off it.. Just hope one day someone will give me something I really love... But that'll always be a dream.. In my dreams~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3121454286528642121?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3121454286528642121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3121454286528642121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3121454286528642121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3121454286528642121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-gift.html' title='Valentine Gift?'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-1619827872346216994</id><published>2008-02-02T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:06:33.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th of Jan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, remember I was down in KL for a 3 days 2 night stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even posted a blog on the 28th telling how I spent my time??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, Im going to post this late post of mine to tell you guys what happened on the 29th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up early as the clock ticks 8. We planned to go Maybank and get a stamp done nearby. Dear told me that he planned something for me last day here in KL. Suprise suprise.. What is it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Destination : Mid Valley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time : 1130-1500 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Game plan : From time 1130-1230 must use rm20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                      From time 1230-1430 must use rm30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                      From time 1430-1500 must use rm50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terms &amp;amp; Conditions : NO duplicate items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                           NO food and beverage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                    MUST purchase an item with an amount of cents in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                     One can help each and other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                             NO handphones and calculaters can be use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punishment : If one weren't able to used up that amount in that particular time, the amount of sum must be duplicated and both party must buy that sum of amount of goods by end of March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, this was what he planned for me for me last day here... Sound kinda fun! Something like amazing race~ heheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to where I left out. We went out at time 1000 and get important things done. Things were done by 1030, so we went to have KFC for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though of trying some others breakfasts sets but too bad this KFC here wasn't a 24hours outlet. So biasa aje all the menu.. Too it became our orders. Dear ordered a Triple XL burger as it was being advertiste in the Tvs' and he, including me wanted to know how LARGE that burger could be. This was how LARGE the burger is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6RxHUJnUTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oetrAv5j3Tg/s1600-h/DSC06380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162375443355488562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6RxHUJnUTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oetrAv5j3Tg/s320/DSC06380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was half the tray size only. It wasn't as LARGE as it was seem and told by others. But it's hard to put the whole thing into ya mouth and start biting it off, most of the chicken or even vege will come dropping off from below of the burger itself. Taste of it was normal like any normal burger taste like in KFC. Don't expect much from it thou. As for me, I ordered a two piece ori chicken and that's all. Done eating? Let's go to Mid Valley then!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear heard that there was this new building, another shopping complex build beside Mid Valley, Gardens. By the time we reach MV was already 1200 noon!! I thought we could extend the time for the game but he then told me there's no such thing!! So I totally have half an hour to used rm20 up!! WTH...?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6RxHkJnUUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gABT7gYcQRI/s1600-h/DSC06382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162375447650455874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6RxHkJnUUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gABT7gYcQRI/s320/DSC06382.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rushing here and there of coz!! The first item I got was a guitar pick.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because the first shop I seen when I enter the shopping mall was this Yamaha Shop. Since I remembered that my dear wanted one pick, so I got him instantly without having a second thought! Now, rushing for the second item. The second item we got was a sign saying ' Don't care , Don't know, Don't want to know ' funny la.. So bought it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then came to the last item. I have rm1.40 to spend!! Wth in MV I can get with rm1.40?! Moreover I left about 5 minutes... Before I was being qualified for the next round!! Arh...!!! Run and think, FAST!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ThankGod we run by a D.I.Y shop.. run in fast and cari benda-benda yg paling murah!! Got meself two card holders, each cost rm0.70.. Yeah, is a duplicate item but we only suggested that rules after the first round. So biar aje~ hehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, we have two hours break!! We only have to used up rm30, so no need to rush. I went strolling along in the complex without worrying about anything then guess what? We were thirsty, and that's when I got the first item. Shin Chan comic volume 47. Cost 5 bucks, so another 25 to go. Back to strolling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went into planet word to check up some Cds' and there's where we found our last item!! Rm25 bucks for any of the cds' in that particular shack! He bought a Bon Jovi cd! Habis round 2.. easy chup!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While loitering around, there were this orghestra going on in centre court.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took some pic of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R8J0JnUVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YyrozsAizUY/s1600-h/DSC06383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162387580933067090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R8J0JnUVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YyrozsAizUY/s320/DSC06383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R8KEJnUWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6Y74LQ7E8Fc/s1600-h/DSC06385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162387585228034402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R8KEJnUWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6Y74LQ7E8Fc/s320/DSC06385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't really listen to what they were playing as I were quite in a rush. Ya know???&lt;br /&gt;So here come the third and final round!!! I only have 30 minutes to purchase up to rm3o!! I rush into Toy R us to me littlest pet shop, a purple panda. Rush in to Guardians to get a toothbush and a heel cushions. Ran out and searching for our last time!!! rm 6.7 left to be use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. what on earth can we buy?? It was his turn to get the item. He took a balloon pack and another pack of something and both cost rm 6.7! But he was 30 seconds late to pay up.. So we lost the game! Stupid but fun! Where's out nxt stop? As out tummy was making sound.. We went to have Big Apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-P0JnUXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NH20xrQQo-8/s1600-h/DSC06393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162389883035537778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-P0JnUXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NH20xrQQo-8/s320/DSC06393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What the hell.. All the designs and doughnuts are the same as Jcos'... Don't care, hungry still eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-QEJnUYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P8mXc1zDDeY/s1600-h/DSC06392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162389887330505090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-QEJnUYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P8mXc1zDDeY/s320/DSC06392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ordered 1 dozen of it and had all twelve kinds of flavours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-QUJnUZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LL2bI2R7PYw/s1600-h/DSC06396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162389891625472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-QUJnUZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LL2bI2R7PYw/s320/DSC06396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were thristy as well, ordered a drink and there's free glacier donut each.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162389895920439730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-QkJnUbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GyHIIyYtoxo/s320/DSC06390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the menu standing there all by itself.. No one was really looking or browsing it. Because all eyes was on the donuts being baked in the open-air kitchen.. -,-''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done taking photos, let's start eating...!! We took an hour to finish all 12 donuts and guess which is the last bit of donut we ate??? Ta-da...!! Alien Vs Predator... A pathetic donut name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-QUJnUaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4Qk7jwbkcgA/s1600-h/DSC06398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162389891625472418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6R-QUJnUaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4Qk7jwbkcgA/s320/DSC06398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look weird right??? It was suppose to be very nice looking while it was still in the kitchen as I was browsing them dressing the donuts.. I don't know why it became like this. Maybe the donut is still hot. So it melted all the chocolate. Eww...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6SAeUJnUcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VFCGuV5t-eU/s1600-h/DSC06399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162392331166896578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6SAeUJnUcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VFCGuV5t-eU/s320/DSC06399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We isolated this poor fellow apart... As we were chewing and biting all it fellows mates into our tummy...!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6SAekJnUdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MDTq7hiIcBg/s1600-h/DSC06400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162392335461863890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6SAekJnUdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MDTq7hiIcBg/s320/DSC06400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was too chocolatety and I cant take it all in the end. Stuff me hubby with all the choco!! Overall, some said Jcos' still the best some said Big Apple. Who know??? As for me?? My next trip down to KL will be having me feed with Jcos' donuts...!!! Whahaha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all those donuts being stuff into your tummy, we went over to Gardens. It was still new as there were still many shops being in progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162393701261464034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6SBuEJnUeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dTMG5DDWKDU/s320/DSC06407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not bad thou. Will come back in another one or two months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this time, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162397188774908402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6SE5EJnUfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/D7qPx_WXw1c/s320/DSC06373+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-1619827872346216994?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/1619827872346216994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=1619827872346216994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1619827872346216994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1619827872346216994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/29th-of-jan.html' title='29th of Jan'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R6RxHUJnUTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oetrAv5j3Tg/s72-c/DSC06380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-4350710661427844291</id><published>2008-02-02T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:50:09.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated New Year</title><content type='html'>Oh dear... Why?! Why all this happens to me??&lt;br /&gt;It's only the begining of the year and i'm feeling so frustrated and stressed already.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that Chinese New Year is just at the corner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all kind of mood swing at night and especially at nights....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends been telling me all sorts of bad year I'm going to have this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they are so damn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost had accidents thanks to those ' F1 Drivers ' on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly killed myself in my own home, by nearly fell down from the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Having all kind of unnessary arguements day and night.&lt;br /&gt;Cant seem to control my temper anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What else more??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take this anymore...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another arguements last night with him...&lt;br /&gt;What to do?!&lt;br /&gt;I cant control myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking so much.&lt;br /&gt;I get irritated easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please drop me a c4 and blow me up into pieces...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-4350710661427844291?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/4350710661427844291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=4350710661427844291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4350710661427844291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4350710661427844291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/02/frustrated-new-year.html' title='Frustrated New Year'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3167861063494898669</id><published>2008-01-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:47:42.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Dyed.</title><content type='html'>Here blogging in Stella's study room while waiting for her hair to be done...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair...? Done??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Don't get blur readers, Stel having her hair dyed black, and I'm here hairdresser for today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in any case, be prepare that Stella will be havin extreme black hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.....!! Don't shot me, Stel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will read this.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3167861063494898669?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3167861063494898669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3167861063494898669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3167861063494898669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3167861063494898669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/01/hair-dyed.html' title='Hair Dyed.'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-5245706181841595001</id><published>2008-01-28T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:04:31.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...!! Random blog</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored here...!! Why? Alright, don't get confuse readers I'll tell you why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Jan, which means yesterday, I went down to KL for some time with my sweetheart, I reach KL time 1730, took a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Piramid&lt;/span&gt; and reach time 1800. I waited for more than one hour till he was done working...!! But his actual working time is from time 0900 to 1830.. Such an Operation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Executive&lt;/span&gt; always work OT...!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;, come to today, he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; as well and even worse he has a training from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Piramid&lt;/span&gt; complex itself and have to be in the mall by time 0800...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do all day long while he's working??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries! I phone Elisa to accompany me later in the afternoon but she will only be free after time 1400. Since I'm here in the early morning time 0800... What the heck am I suppose to do to waste my time till 1400?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetheart drop me off later outside the mall and I went loitering around the area.. I was kind of hungry, I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of me!! They have been promoting about a new menu by having breakfast same like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mcd&lt;/span&gt;, moreover it still early now, why not eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in and ordered a Cheese Chicken Muffin, with coffee. What does it taste like?? Not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;criticise&lt;/span&gt; but it does taste exactly the same as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mcds&lt;/span&gt;'... But! But if i were to choose between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mcd&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast, I think I would rather head back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. Its muffin taste nice but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; sure about others yet, not to mention about the coffee as well. Least I only have to pour one pack of cream and exactly two packs of sugar. Splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, read comic which I bought it yesterday after I've reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Piramid&lt;/span&gt;. Trying my best to waste all the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;... I read the comic like I was reading a novel. I read every single word it was written there and analysing the way the author drew this comic.. Yet, it was only time 0835...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Wth&lt;/span&gt;...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, there's always another way to waste up all the time I have. I took out my phone and called up all those friends whom are allocated in KL for studies. Oh dear... They are either having class or busy studying for exams! I totally forgotten that today is a Monday. No one is free, and I really have to wait until time 1400 for Elisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned up like 5 - 10 friends on my and talked on the phone for not so long because my phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;batt&lt;/span&gt; is getting LOW...!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Wth&lt;/span&gt;.... I really cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; how to surpass the time I have here. Sweetheart lend me his notebook since he knew I was So So going to be bored... But all I will do with it was to blog, and yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing it so now!!! Okay, back to where I left out. Where was I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm still sitting inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for reminding. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After done talking on the phone for like an hour or so... Finally it was time 0930. I then phone Elisa for another chat which I guess she thinks I'm kind of rushing her out of the house to get here. Gee... Am I that bad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done talking to her and I sat for another one or two more minutes till I was tired of sitting, I got up and start to loiter around the area again. Soon later I came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Piramid&lt;/span&gt; Mall.. As I thought it was still early that the shop will still be close or something but hey...!! Me love for Starbucks!! It's open! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in straight without a second thought, ordered a caramel find a nice spot and sit down. Till now I've been blogging since then. I thought I was the earliest one but guess I was wrong. Few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; are even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; than me. I guess they have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; in Starbucks like 0800???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, sitting here, cant upload any photos but to blog. What else can I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Sweeetheart&lt;/span&gt; told me he has downloaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of movies but I'm not in the mood of watching any movies right yet I felt like dozing off... My eyes are as red as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt;...!!! I cant help rubbing them... It's so itchy ya know??! The temptation of rubbing me eyes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the friends who knew me seem to be very worried about me rubbing my eyes out! Some said I'll get blind but I cant help rubbing me eyes!! I felt so... So... Nice? I guess nice is a suitable word for rubbing my eyes...! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;...! Yeah, call me crazy! I know you did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella even got me a new nick name. ' Chi Mun ', please read it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt;. As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;translation&lt;/span&gt; which will be crazy mun. My name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Carrmen&lt;/span&gt;. So since I have all kind of weird and insane personality. She addressed me as a ' Chi Mun '. ' Chi ' came for the word ' chi sin ' anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is still ticking and I really cant think of anything to do! I'm like so lost and forcing myself to blog or ya know! Waste time!!! Time waste-er I am....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Yes. I want to learn about photography and stuff!! Anything to do with art...!! I found one guy who has been teaching all this, but it seems that my mum doesn't like him and so on. She even tell me all the photos taken by him are so Normal. Normal... Mum, at Least he could as for your daughter, who doesn't know anything which cant even take a nice picture out of anything and have been changing to more and more hi-tech phone in every year. What a spoiled kid am I! Come to think to see, after viewing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Smashpop&lt;/span&gt;.net &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Rames&lt;/span&gt; Studio Blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless at that moment after viewing all their photos taken. I was so amazed by it! It was very very nice! Isn't it cool to have this kind of abilities to take all kinds of nice pictures down at every moment of life. I really wish one day I have the ability to do so! Maybe, maybe someone might appreciate what i do and done. Right?? *dreaming far*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, back to Reality. Is just a dream which I might be able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; it or not. For now, I still have to finish up my Diploma in Business Admin. Gee... This really sucks. As in business...!!! Yeah, business is a world wide thingy so I have no prob getting a job. This is what my dad always tells me. Things are different now, Dad. Having a piece of paper written with a Diploma word won't work like how it will in the olden days, as for now, it'll only work if your using your Brain to work instead of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt;. Experiences are so much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; than having a piece of diploma paper. Even a some degrees holders work in malls.. Promoter. I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;criticising&lt;/span&gt; my sweetheart but hey, this is the reality right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, so what if you are a degree holder or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;phd&lt;/span&gt; and Master? My cousin now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; in KL as a mini-clerk as she is holding a Master... I was like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;....!! She is currently 28+... I think. Went overseas to get a piece of paper but it doesn't even help you out in any ways. Or maybe she just found the wrong job??? Who knew? and her salary is like rm2000++ only!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;... For me I don't think I'll ever accept a job with this low payment while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; holding a master!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to where I am now, still a rookie in everything. Being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; every night now. Mood swings like the wind blows. Having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt; every night and day. What else more? Oh, nearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; accident while on the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; to KL. People nowadays really thinks their a F1 driver. Driving mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt; cars, speeding, and cross passing other people's lane like he's the street owner! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; accident blame others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;.....!!! Don't ask why I am so angry. I was One of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;putih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;putih&lt;/span&gt; Victim last two years ago... I cant believe I was so damn naive at that moment of time!! But least I was smart enough of acknowledge that he's trying to get money from me! Stupid humans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not scolding you all my dear readers. But just a way to express myself out! All those angers inside of me.. Sigh. Just cant get rid of them!! Somebody, please? Help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this old man who sat beside me while I was coming down to KL yesterday. He's such a nice old man but too bad I felt pity upon looking at him. Is not like he's disable or what. But a feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; crawls into my heart.. He seem so alone. We talked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; out the journey, and he even told me he was a part time therapist!! Yeah, parents always taught us not to speak to strangers but not this one. I really wonder what will happen to my mum or dad when they are old? I meant I really don't want them to be alone. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off seeking for a living and them staying in the house with no one else around them... My mum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't want to stay with my bro. But I'd prefer a single life, as in living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;independently&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't feel like having anyone whose related to me staying with me.. I'm like so used to being alone.. Even now, I face things alone when I'm down.. Of cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; share it with my sweetheart but definitely not my family. They really don't know anything about me except me for being cruel, and cold-blooded. I'm famous by this two nature thing I got. Can't help it okay?? But it's kind of nice thou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a girl but what can i do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take up make-ups, dressings or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; accessories...!! I find it quite..... *shivering*....!! No offences though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not like any other girls out there!! I like to play games as in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt; games, activities, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;RPG&lt;/span&gt; games.. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;nitendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; Lite, and all sort of technology stuff...!!! Most important is cars...!! I love racing! But I'm done racing on the road, or I also haven't start racing but I did raced with my friends before. Just for the sake of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;thrillness&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my dad promise me to let me learn go-cart..!! Yeah right! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Kena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;tipu&lt;/span&gt; by my own dad...!! Told him about it, he shoot me back by saying I was creating stories...! What kind of dad is this?!!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;, as long you give me my month allowances is enough. I'd rather learn everything on my own and with my own ability. So much better than to rely on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I better stop now, if not I really wouldn't know how much longer this random blog will turn out to be!! For now on, see ya later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-5245706181841595001?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/5245706181841595001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=5245706181841595001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5245706181841595001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/5245706181841595001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored-random-blog.html' title='Bored...!! Random blog'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-1956754545787714273</id><published>2008-01-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:21:28.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thaipusam Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Thaipusam and guess what? Day off!! No doubt is just another day, but we have a plan to go for a outing with Navin, Stella, Bell, Neven was tagged along and Mei Lai as well!! There'll be a celebration or they called it as parade at YMCA and DR Park area. *don't know the road names* So we have out little small gathering with each other for the night to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to get Stella at time 1850. It was still early, but I was already hungry!! Sobz...!!! I was told to fetch Mei Lai as well.. then about 15 minutes later, called up Navin where to meet, end up I have to fetch him as well...!! -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159400667401899938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nfkkJnT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hjytHG4Hg1o/s320/DSC06313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me in Stella's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She even got me to wear her blink blinks bangles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nfk0JnT7I/AAAAAAAAABA/d0Fgqg0Xs6A/s1600-h/DSC06314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159400671696867250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nfk0JnT7I/AAAAAAAAABA/d0Fgqg0Xs6A/s320/DSC06314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we first head to get Navin which he is in Simpang Pulai.. On the way to get him, we drop by in Mcd! I'm starving dude...!! Must have something!! Stella even thought of getting a Mudpie in Malaysia's Mcd. Too bad we cant get 'em. Guess only in Singapore they have them. Done taking away our meals, went straight down to SP to get that jerk...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got him, and the car start shaking and you could really hear alot of noise in it.. Not the radio that's making the noise but Navin is. Is fun to have him around sometimes! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we were on our way to get Mei Lai, she phone up and by all means we asked for her address as well. But then she told us she was going out with her family for a family dinner, and since the big guy behind us was telling us how his stomach was making all the noise, and wanted to get some stuff, Jusco here we come! Stel even told Bell to meet us up in Jusco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got his stuff, we were looking around for food for him and he kept asking where got nasi lemak la, laksa and so on. The only place where we have nasi lemak and laksa in Jusco was Chatter Kopitiam. Right out KFC and The Natural Shop if anyone didn't notice. We took him there and wanted to shut his mouth but end up worse. He was making noise again!! He kept complaining how sucks the nasi lemak is, the sambal taste weird and so on... 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OMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant help laughing and started to camwhore with him... and too with that piece of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nflkJnT9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/sRoGRnaX0Aw/s1600-h/DSC06317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159400684581769170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nflkJnT9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/sRoGRnaX0Aw/s320/DSC06317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bell reach soon after, and they were also hungry so we went Mcd after that, told Mei Lai to meet us up in Jusco later when she's done with her family dinner. Yes, camwhore again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159418281062781202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nvl0JnURI/AAAAAAAAADw/SeS6kFJlnUs/s320/DSC06319.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stel &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;While camwhoring, Stel was promoting her shop in Low Yat forum. Telling Navin about it, she took the bangle out of my hand and put it onto Navin's arm...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;!!Attention Everyone!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy in Bling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is a New Trend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159406955234021362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nlSkJnT_I/AAAAAAAAABg/cughJAD8a44/s320/DSC06321.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Isn't he adorable or cute? So any guys intereted in it?? Come to &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=611831&amp;amp;hl"&gt;http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=611831&amp;amp;hl&lt;/a&gt;= There's just not blings, but some other stuff...!! So check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the chit chatting alo blah-ing. Mei Lai's here, with her sister Mei Ling. But she left us in 5 minutes time, told she wasn't close with any of us except for her own sister and me. Too bad then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nlS0JnUAI/AAAAAAAAABo/dZQHRDyHPGw/s1600-h/DSC06322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159406959528988674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nlS0JnUAI/AAAAAAAAABo/dZQHRDyHPGw/s320/DSC06322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mei Lai &amp;amp; Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alrighty! Everyone's here and off we go!! We left Jusco about time 2100, and by the time we reach our destination, wow... Not to say jammed pack with humans but cars! Guess it was because some of the road been blocked. That's why and it wasn't that hard to get a parking space...!! Just that we have to walk what... Ish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159406972413890578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nlTkJnUBI/AAAAAAAAABw/T3wKT2dTIX4/s320/DSC06324.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Humans!!! Sorry but feel more like i'm in a Indian Pasar Malam instead of Thaipusam parade. *no offence*&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk then, among with others humans. Then came along a stall selling keropok! Mum wants them, so I got few of them just for her. But she told me she wanted muruku instead of this keropoks...! *yikes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159406989593759778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nlUkJnUCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qSbWSblhI6g/s320/DSC06329.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Done with buying, let's walk again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159407002478661682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nlVUJnUDI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qn8KuFM8u88/s320/DSC06331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We then came thru a shop drawing inais'.. Mei Lai and I was interested so we got our hand done with Inai art. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJEJnUEI/AAAAAAAAACI/fRoxIPybiQc/s1600-h/DSC06333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159411190071775298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJEJnUEI/AAAAAAAAACI/fRoxIPybiQc/s320/DSC06333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mei Lai's Inai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is mine, still in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJUJnUFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4A1OdPqEuGw/s1600-h/DSC06332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159411194366742610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJUJnUFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4A1OdPqEuGw/s320/DSC06332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159411198661709922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJkJnUGI/AAAAAAAAACY/R2pk5BGKqEM/s320/DSC06335.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ta-da...!! Done, nice huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJ0JnUHI/AAAAAAAAACg/BKc9L6k9lAg/s1600-h/DSC06336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159411202956677234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJ0JnUHI/AAAAAAAAACg/BKc9L6k9lAg/s320/DSC06336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJ0JnUII/AAAAAAAAACo/ofjn8Vi5tO0/s1600-h/DSC06337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159411202956677250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5npJ0JnUII/AAAAAAAAACo/ofjn8Vi5tO0/s320/DSC06337.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inai habis, continue walking again...!! Wee, even capture some picture along the way to the temple.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqW0JnUJI/AAAAAAAAACw/5WnQLv_m3Sg/s1600-h/DSC06340.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159412525806604434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqW0JnUJI/AAAAAAAAACw/5WnQLv_m3Sg/s320/DSC06340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqXEJnUKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/taPU34lehbA/s1600-h/DSC06342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159412530101571746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqXEJnUKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/taPU34lehbA/s320/DSC06342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah... We've reach the temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqXUJnULI/AAAAAAAAADA/v8qulxvp4N0/s1600-h/DSC06344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159412534396539058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqXUJnULI/AAAAAAAAADA/v8qulxvp4N0/s320/DSC06344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqXkJnUMI/AAAAAAAAADI/eEQomTiu4is/s1600-h/DSC06349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159412538691506370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqXkJnUMI/AAAAAAAAADI/eEQomTiu4is/s320/DSC06349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqX0JnUNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jqbyo6UU_Z8/s1600-h/DSC06348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159412542986473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nqX0JnUNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jqbyo6UU_Z8/s320/DSC06348.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is scary, I meant isn't it pain??? Wouldn't they feel the pain?! I do even when I saw them doing it. As if I was at his position!! *shivering* It seems that is like a spiritual belief that a God will be in his body and taking control. Something like that la... Not very sure. Heee... Don't blame me..!! After this, on our way back to our cars.. Stel and Mei Lai wanted to play Go-Cart since it was open for Thaipusam Parade. But then, Neven, Bell and Navin kept telling us about the hygene stuff... Mei Lai and Stel insisted on playing but there were only three of us playing. We find kind of no fun, so we make a deal that we'll come by and play other time when we find one gang of friends. It was time 2330 at that moment, no one wanted to go back so early so we decided to go yum cha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But where?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Think... think... and Think...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally there's an answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Old Town Kopitiam in East Sector of Ipoh garden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nsuUJnUOI/AAAAAAAAADY/1ehzftM6zko/s1600-h/DSC06352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159415128556785890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nsuUJnUOI/AAAAAAAAADY/1ehzftM6zko/s320/DSC06352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so hungry then again when I parked my car aside... So went down, find a nice spot and start ordering!! I ordered a chicken hor fun. Look nice, but too sweet. I think they put too much kicap in the soup... *puke*&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nsukJnUPI/AAAAAAAAADg/b1HTxoG2uKo/s1600-h/DSC06353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159415132851753202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nsukJnUPI/AAAAAAAAADg/b1HTxoG2uKo/s320/DSC06353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nsu0JnUQI/AAAAAAAAADo/sDzWuMskxXc/s1600-h/DSC06354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159415137146720514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nsu0JnUQI/AAAAAAAAADo/sDzWuMskxXc/s320/DSC06354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Finally, we continue our chat but not long enough the shop was closing and we have to leave. It was 0030 by the time we left Kopitiam. Sent Mei Lai back and Navin to SP. Home we go, since Stella was just two streets away from my house. By the time I reach home, it was already 0130.. So tired!! I doze off the minute i laid down onto the bed.. But a great experiences for me to know more about other culture! Maybe I'll go again for the upcoming Thaipusam in year 2009?? Anyone wana tag along??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-1956754545787714273?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/1956754545787714273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=1956754545787714273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1956754545787714273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/1956754545787714273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/01/thaipusam-night-out.html' title='Thaipusam Night Out'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5nfkkJnT6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/hjytHG4Hg1o/s72-c/DSC06313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-8475631433621974332</id><published>2008-01-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:35:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>Another stress out day. I don't know why I can't help stressing myself out. It has been so bad for the past few days, every morning when I got up, I felt so depressed. I tried to take everything easily, but everythings around justannoyed me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got annoyed and started to have doubts on my boyfriend! Doom day!!! Is not like he did anything wrong but I cant help myself you know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in pain with my last relationships. I'm trying to heal asap... In three month times I succeeded in 90% but I cant help fearing that I'll be alone again. Help? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be loved. Just want to live a happy life, just want to have a life that I wish I could have. Is that so much to ask for?? All I ever wanted, all I ever wish for, have thrown all aside.. But the only thing I hold on to is wish not to be alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my wish wasn't able to be fulfilled by anyone including myself. Is not like I don't have friends or anything. I do in fact. Friends who care, Friends whom love, and even friends who betrayed. Maybe I've been dumped by a man and an idiotic guy in my life. The pain was so terrifying that it cant help repeating instead of healing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I hate staying here, it just makes me so irritate and annoyed! Felt so stressed and emo whenever I came back. All I felt was like being all alone, even thou my mum was just behind me.. Maybe I'm sick???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to get out. Whenever i'm out of the house, the shop, definitely including the college, I'm cool. I cant help being happy and too enjoying my life!!! Why some can enjoy even thou they are in their house or shop or even college.. And I just cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish to tear myself apart.&lt;br /&gt;Wish to cry it all out...&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be like any other girls...&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-8475631433621974332?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/8475631433621974332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=8475631433621974332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/8475631433621974332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/8475631433621974332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/01/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-4972040919871284089</id><published>2008-01-25T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:10:17.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew...! *wiping the water drops from forehead*&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a war with the law...!!!&lt;br /&gt;How scary can that be???&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't get blur first readers...&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain what has gotten me so terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to prepare myself for today's quiz.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to have a Business Law part1 small quiz, time 1430, at Rm 202.&lt;br /&gt;As all expected, I didn't studied at all for the whole night and guess what was I doing?!&lt;br /&gt;Ya, talking on the phone for more than two hours with my Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh No...!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What &lt;/span&gt;was I doing?!?! *panic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got up this morning telling myself I have to start taking up my notes and start pumping all the notes into my head! But...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too lazy that I lay on my bed for more than 45minutes till the phone rang...!! Mum called from the office...!! A wake up call...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NO....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's already time 1030! Rush rush rush... Rushing here and there...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to me??!! Yes, I asked for it... Don't blame me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to happen but I just can't help being lazy, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did all the notes got pump into my head, you ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly..... To be honest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! Most of it but definitely not all of it... At least I did get to pump some notes into my head before the quiz start...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;How was the quiz???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is was &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;oKay&lt;/span&gt;.... I suppose!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...!! There were suppose to be answers popping out from my head but all went blank?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;?!!! *screaming and pulling my hair hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my god... But compare it with others, it seem to me that I was still in Safe situation. Phew..!&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm still praying hard for the outcome of it and the assignment I have to deal with!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm leaving to KL in another two days time!! Wee....!! Time to enjoy! Don't miss me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-4972040919871284089?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/4972040919871284089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=4972040919871284089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4972040919871284089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4972040919871284089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/01/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-3863148704719465229</id><published>2008-01-23T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:20:59.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Well well well... What do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, yes I'm a new bloggie here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask why am I here, because I was tempted to do so?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, done with all the rubbish talking here...!! *silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya! I was supposed to Introduce myself out here...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5bJ7EJnT3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7iLFPakFBr4/s1600-h/DSC05821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158532439763013490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5bJ7EJnT3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7iLFPakFBr4/s320/DSC05821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name is Emiko @ Carrmen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age 20 this year, don't worry will grow much more older coming years..!! ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest... I don't know what to write here...! *nervous*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm.... Any hint???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, overall I'm not hoping for much but do drop by ya????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-3863148704719465229?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/3863148704719465229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=3863148704719465229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3863148704719465229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/3863148704719465229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/01/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/R5bJ7EJnT3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7iLFPakFBr4/s72-c/DSC05821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236807846877571897.post-4483453737364508790</id><published>2008-01-23T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:35:14.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeeYah all...!&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I'm new...!! A newly born blogger rookie in Blogspot...!&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends have  'em.. Why shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i get tempt very easily... So i'll be putting my fingerprints all around here!!&lt;br /&gt;This is not my first blog spot, I have others too!!&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to come by ya????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emikoshirantori.multiply.com/"&gt;http://emikoshirantori.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emikoshirantori.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://emikoshirantori.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1236807846877571897-4483453737364508790?l=emikoshirantori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/feeds/4483453737364508790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1236807846877571897&amp;postID=4483453737364508790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4483453737364508790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1236807846877571897/posts/default/4483453737364508790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emikoshirantori.blogspot.com/2008/01/heeyah-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Emiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07664177274465475786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X11thPRaiYM/SX79dOtB3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QV9-CHhMeqQ/S220/kikuri_100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
