tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20744777647254862322011-07-30T05:34:14.360-07:00meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.comBlogger951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-75115723954932517792010-10-31T11:37:00.000-07:002010-10-31T11:47:18.650-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Listening to Carrie Underwood's Just A Dream<br />And suddenly I was thinking<br />Don't we all wish our life was just a long dream<br />sometime we just wish we would wake up<br />and everything is back to 'normal'<br />where we don't have to pay a high price for happiness<br />where sadness and loneliness and sorrowness is not more than just fairytales<br />and where we can play under the warmth of sun on the grass field all life long?<br />I don't know..<br />I sometime wish I would live in a perfect world<br />where I don't have to live with a secret<br />where I don't have to try so hard everyday to fake a smile<br />to cover my tears<br />to walk steadily when deep inside I can't even hardly breathe<br />where everything stays the same everyday<br />no one left, no one dies...<br />where I can just talk with people about stuffs that I don't even need a blog anymore to babble around and make people wonder, "what's the hell is he writin'?"<br />Oh that actually gimme an idea to write a song..<br />Thanks Carrie. for a girl who come from a trashy reality tv show, you're quite amazing..<br />*sigh*<br />Can't wait to go home tomorrow<br />Sadam almost convince me to stay and go back the day after but I was like, nah....<br />Nyte2 bloggers!!<br />love y'all....<br />Ahhhh.. Good to be back and babbling.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-7511572395493251779?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-86619854408068022392010-10-30T06:26:00.001-07:002010-10-30T06:39:21.825-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >*sigh*<br />what a life.. my friends convince me to not do all this luahan perasaan thingy on my wordpress blog because the blog is actually for educational purpose.. whatsoever..<br />today I found out that one of my hamster is dead..<br />Bolt.. it's not Usain Bolt ok!!<br />It's a she... a beautiful she..<br />I don't know.. That's why I always menentang keras when mom decided to buy my lil sis hamster.. They know nothing about that creature..<br />I myself don't really know anything about hamsters..<br />Well, I do know more than them though..<br />It's a shame to keep a hamster just so it can die just like that..<br />It's devastating.. They're such a beautiful God creature..<br /><br />Ok, why am I sounding like a scripted speech-giver on some-I-don't-know-who-the-heck-are-you-one's funeral?<br /><br />*sigh*<br />I just don't care..<br />While doing my paper today suddenly I remembered Tipsy, Flupsy, Emma, Betsy, Kingston, Gloria, Sasha and most of all... Panda<br />I don't know..<br />Sometime I figured out I'm just too lonely until I created such bond with such creature<br />Beautiful creature<br />My mom always get mad at me when I laugh with them. Or talk to them when I'm all alone in my room. Or talk to them when everyone else is asleep..<br />But who else should I talk to?<br />About my dark secret? About all these such unimportant-to-others-but-important-to-me stuff that I'm afraid people will laugh at and say, "You're such a child" if I ever talk to them about all those..<br />They never laugh at me or say, "If you do that I'll tell all your secrets to everyone"<br />Ok maybe because they aren't capable of doing both of that but it's just that..<br />When I'm with them I feel so happy..<br />Like how I felt when I'm with dad...<br />I hate feeling so alone and unneeded..<br />When I'm with them it was just like, they're filling my empty hearts with joys and make me remembered back all those how-happiness-really-feels-like stuff..<br />Geez... I'm sooo pathetic..<br />Whatever. I'm so going to get a cat when I'm working one day..<br />I don't need anyone else.. I think...<br />*sigh*<br />Farewell Bolt... Sorry I forgot your first name...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8661985440806802239?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-79922708989145373882010-08-30T10:57:00.000-07:002010-08-30T12:44:29.776-07:00<p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WHAT WAS YOUR:</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1. Last beverage: <strong>my sahur, nasik n ayam kari<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2. Last phone call: <strong>sadam<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3. Last text message: <strong>sadam (geez whether I'm a loser or we are a gay couple)<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4. Last song you listened to : <strong>Glee-Faithfully<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">5. Last time you cried: <strong>Two post ago... hate it. Sheeshh....<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HAVE YOU EVER:</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">6. Dated someone twice : <strong>I've never even date once<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">7. Been cheated on : <strong>I don't think I have to answer that<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it : <strong>I wish.... nah... maybe.... whatever...<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">9. Lost someone special: <strong>people come and go in our lives so yup<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10. Been depressed:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> like, a lot of time!!</span><strong><br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">11. Been alone: <strong>always</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">12. <strong>black</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">13. <strong>red</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">14. <strong>any dark colour that represent rebellious-ness<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">THIS YEAR (2010) HAVE YOU:</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">15. Made a new friend: <strong>lots of them<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">16. Fallen out of love: <strong>hmmm.. yeah once. or maybe it's just a crush?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">17. Laughed until you cried: <strong>with my new friends? hell yeah!<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">18. Met someone who changed you: <strong>maybe... not some.. a lot actually...<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">19. Found out who your true friends were: <strong>dunno</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">20. Found out someone was talking about you: <strong>maybe. should I care?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: <strong>gross! I don't kiss friends!<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: <strong>20%</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">23. How many kids do you want to have: <strong>I hate kids. they're annoying. they keep asking us to make the same joke over and over again. stupid little cute creature!!<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">24. Do you have any pets: <strong>hamsters</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">25. Do you want to change your name?:<strong> nope. but I want to have a second name.<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">26. What did you do for your last birthday: <strong>nothing special<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">27. What time did you wake up today: <strong>9.00 am..</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">28. What were you doing at midnight last night :<strong> watching Friends. why do you care anyway?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: <strong>to get rich and have my own apartment<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">30. Last time you saw your Mother: <strong>couple weeks ago<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life : <strong>ermm.......</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">32. What are you listening to right now: <strong>addicted to Love The Way You Lie<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: <strong>what kinda stupid question is that? shesshh...<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">34. What's getting on your nerves right now: <strong>the fact that maybe I'll be dead before I can achieve my dream because of some sort of nuclear war?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">35. Most visited webpage: <strong>facebook<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">36. Whats your real name: <strong>you stupid CIA! I'm not gonna give my name! wait you can already detect it right? pft.. whatever.<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">37. Nicknames: <strong>not something stupid like 'manja' or 'luq luq'<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">38. Relationship Status:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> messing around</span><strong><br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">39. Zodiac sign: <strong>virgo</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">40. Male or female?: <strong>bieber. hah! take that! confusing eh....<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">41. Elementary: sk sri beroleh<strong><br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">42. Middle School?: <strong>high school batu pahat<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">43. High school/college?: <strong>matrics johor, ukm<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">44. Hair colour: <strong>black</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">45. Long or short: <strong>afro</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">46. Height:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> last time I check is 18something....</span><strong><br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">47. Do you have a crush on someone : <strong>used to.. maybe still... no... dunno...<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">48: What do you like about yourself? : <strong>hmm?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">49. Piercings: <strong>why?</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">50. Tattoos: <strong>where?</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">51. Righty or lefty: <strong>righty</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">FIRSTS :</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">52. First surgery: <strong>when I was seven...<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">53. First piercing: <strong>why would I pierce myself, if I may ask?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">54. First best friend: <strong>ricky iskandar<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">55. First sport you joined:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> not my thingy</span><strong><br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">56. First vacation: <strong>Paris... I wish<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">57. First kiss: <strong>*sigh* never<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">58. First pair of trainer: <strong>trainer is a kind of shoes right?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">RIGHT NOW</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">59. Eating: <strong>chocolate chip cookies </strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">60. Drinking: <strong>mineral..... ups. I mean, treated water... </strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">61. I'm about to: <strong>sleep<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">62. Listening to: <strong>the sound of the fan spinning<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">63. Waiting : <strong>to finish this stupid question<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">YOUR FUTURE :</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">64. Want kids?: <strong>babies? yes. kids? not a chance in hell.<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">65. Get Married?: <strong>nope. who want to be stucked with the same person for the rest of their lives?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">66. Career?:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> teacher and part time designer? I dunno...</span><strong><br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WHICH IS BETTER :</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">67. Lips or eyes: <strong>eyes</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">68. Hugs or kisses: <strong>hugs. the feeling of others warmth when they hug you is breathtaking.<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">69. Shorter or taller: <strong>taller</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">70. Older or Younger: <strong>older<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">71. Romantic or spontaneous: <strong>I like people who are gile2 so I'll say spontaneous<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">72. Nice stomach or nice arms: <strong>nice stomach<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">73. Sensitive or loud: <strong>I'm already doing the sensitive thingy so I'll say loud<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">74. Hook-up or relationship: <strong>relationship<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">75. Trouble maker or hesitant: <strong>is neither a choice?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HAVE YOU EVER :</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">76. Kissed a stranger: <strong>I really want to know what is it feels like<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">77. Drank hard liquor: <strong>I don't wanna get addicted and have a beer gut<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">78. Lost glasses/contacts: <strong>what?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">79. Dye your hair: <strong>yup. black<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">80. Broken someone's heart: <strong>I hope I broke that motherfucker's heart!!<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">81. Been drunk: <strong>never</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">82. Been arrested: <strong>never</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">83. Turned someone down: <strong>like? be more specific dumbass!!<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">84. Cried when someone died: <strong>no I don;t cry. I'm actually a robot send from the future to protect John Connor<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">85. Fallen for a friend?: <strong>hmmm.....</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">DO YOU BELIEVE IN:</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">86. Yourself: <strong>seldom</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">87. Miracles: <strong>yes. I believe in unicorn and fairy too.<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">88. Love at first sight: <strong>nope</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">89. Heaven: <strong>yup</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">90. Santa Claus:<strong> ho ho ho no.<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">91. God: <strong>yup<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">92. Angels: <strong>yup</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">93. Hopes: <strong>have any better option?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:</p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time:<strong> I never been in a relationship. how many time do I have to tell you?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">95. Did you sing today?: <strong>yeah yeah whatever<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">96. Ever cheated on somebody?: <strong>if I ever saw one more question about relationship I am going to throw a tantrum.<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: <strong>back when I was a sperm and have nothing to worry about?<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: <strong>there's one day...owh that is this year....<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: <strong>yeah.. it sucks in every way<br /></strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">100. Posting this as 100 truths?: <strong>and let everyone know i have nothing better to do? alright.</strong></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*I'm this close to throwing a fit!!*q</span><br /></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-7992270898914537388?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-82693982563124061352010-08-29T10:17:00.000-07:002010-08-29T10:44:28.055-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">oh shit I am soooo damn tired!!<br />but i felt guilty for leaving my blog unattended for sooo long.<br />well, I need to recuperate from all of this puasa-raya post-partum thingy you know..<br />hehehe?<br /><br />ahem2. whatever it is I'm all back and well now<br />well although my roommate still plays sad raya song using loudspeaker I don't really care that much.<br />I've my own weapon. Playlist with heck full of English songs!!!<br />muahahahahahahahaha!!! How about that for a counter attack!! dush2!!<br />and when I felt bored with my playlist, I'll just watch Friends...<br />good show.. I wish I'm big enough to understand how good the series is when it is in it golden era... when everyone wants Rachael haircut and when Pheobe's fashion sense is still acceptable...<br /><br />*sigh* I'm so tired... just finish the slide show for tomorrow presentation<br />I never know doing slide show is that hard<br />geez.... if I were to become a teacher (which I will) I'll prefer chalk and blackboard<br />but I can't stand the dust though....<br />hmmmmmmmmm...<br />now I know how hard it is to become a teacher<br />there's one subject called Teaching Profession which exposed to this whole thingy of being a teacher<br />man I was wrong when I say taking a TESL course is easier than chemical engineering or, you know, mere engineering. whatever.<br />sheesshhh... am I taking about study now here?<br />gosh.....<br />and one more thing-I HATE E-LEARNING!!!!!<br />it takes all the fun that is the internet!!<br />each time I went online the only thing that (have to) came into my mind is<br />"owh I have to open up www..... for my next assignment" or "I have to register at www..... to do exercises"<br />when is internet was all fun and no errr.... no fun?<br />I don't even have time to plant anything on my farmville<br />and my animals are starving in my zoo-which I feel so bad because I am an animal lover<br />sheessshhhh!!! damn it! damn it!!<br />owh... I'm sooo depressed..<br />and there are (actually, true) story about how a student was soo stressed he went cuckoo and cut his wrist and jump from the fourth floor of the building!<br />how cool is that!!??<br />imagine you're walking to class and suddenly, "ops, I just step on a body"<br />hahahahhahahahahahaha<br />but it didn't happen in my college though..<br />it happens at Pendeta Zaaba College which has a record of student died because of falling down the fourth floor too, but not suicide of course..<br />maybe it is a kind of curse?<br />whatever.<br />because it is so far away from here I can't go there and act all Nancy Drew and go investigate it<br />like how I did when someone broke into my room when I was in matrics<br />but that 'investigation' actually doesn't lead anywhere too....<br />but I still believe who(or maybe what)ever did that is a psycho...<br />I mean leaving the crime scene as neat as it can within a short period of time..<br />aaahhhhh... that is like the coolest day of my life..<br />I'm a victim!!! the other day I was a nobody and the next day, I am THE VICTIM!!!<br />hahahahahahahahaha<br />how cool is that? huh? huh?<br /><br />owh I'm feeling very sleepy right now...<br />blame that for all the shits I wrote just now...<br />*yawn*<br />I'm feeling high with sleepiness...<br />maybe I am overdooze??? hahahahahahahahaha. get it? overdooze? hahahahahahahahaha.<br />till next time!!!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8269398256312406135?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-81889306386871340142010-08-14T07:51:00.000-07:002010-08-14T08:40:47.700-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hmmmmm...<br />Ramadhan.....<br />what if... it was just a normal day..<br />~sigh~<br />i really miss my family right now....<br />i miss going to the <span style="font-style: italic;">bazaar </span>and buy a heck lotsa food<br />i miss going to the shopping mall that plays all the raya songs non-stop to show how raya-spirited they are.... or at least to please their customer into spending all their raya budget there..<br />i miss the smell of new clothes, the liveliness, the tiredness of shopping all day long..<br />amd then when we went home we will unpack all the food and break fast together..<br />owh, shit! i damn miss that!!<br />i don't want to be stuck here!! there's no liveliness here!! i feel like i'm the only one fasting here!<br />God, how I miss matrics life...<br />after we break fast we will all went to the bathroom sink together to wash the dishes, the bathroom will be crowded, there'll be sound of footsteps and boy screaming outside (for reason God know why) and they'll sing raya songs with their lungs out..<br />i miss break fasting with afiq, azrai, sirad, lina, almas.....<br />i feel so pathetic break fasting alone<br />i feel like one of those widows whom the ex-wife left him with nothing... including his own property... well, that's what usually an ex-wife do, right?<br />ugh!<br />i wanna go home! this place is a shit!<br />not to mention the food price is so expensive!<br />geez, i wonder how people in KL survive.... their food expenses for a week is equal to my food expenses for a month if i were in Johor<br />go Johor!!<br />boo KL!! (although Bangi is in Selangor I insists KL-ians too are involve in this matter)<br />huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu..<br />back to the point<br />what if i want it to be a normal day?<br />just normal...<br />no puasa, no raya... no celebration<br />~sigh~<br />what am i talking about<br />I'm so stupid<br />I just miss my old man....<br />I miss him being there in his wheel chair..<br />breakfasting with us<br />I miss him bringing us to Pengeli to puasa and spend our first raya there..<br />I miss Tok Wok and her delicious <span style="font-style: italic;">ikan patin masak lemak cili api<br /></span>I miss nenek and bibik preparing food together and we'll listen to the radio to know when to break fast and there'll be this one song that'll be played everytime after the azan...<br />I miss all of them....<br />sometime I felt like i have no one in this world<br />people come and go in my life acting like they leave nothing in my heart<br />for some reason I feel like I'm not good enough for anyone in this world<br />I'm not that good as a friend nor that I'm good as a son....<br />I have a hamster but they all died..<br />because I'm not good as their keeper...<br />I'm never there when they need me...<br />even if I'm there it doesn't bring any differences though.....<br />how I miss the good someone in my life<br />how I miss feeling life is as full as it can be<br />how I miss feeling like I don't need anything more in my life<br />when I play with hammy, when abah take us on vacation<br />the smile we all had when he made jokes while we on a boring trip to somewhere<br />how I miss the thing that is actually gone in my life...<br />things that will never come back....<br />I don't want any special day in my life<br />as I know that special day will never be as special as it was when they were all here..<br />and the price of growing up is kept being paid by me and the rest of the humans in the world<br />somehow i feels like my heart is being crushed more with a footsteps of people who has actually step into my life<br />owh shit!<br />look at me! talking bout feeling and stuff!!!<br />sheesshhh,......<br />this is why i hate spending Ramadhan here!<br />God, I deserve a good fucking pair of jean when I get back home!!<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8188930638687134014?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-49293261598111124242010-08-09T21:12:00.000-07:002010-08-09T21:50:55.645-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">wake up in the morning feeling like - no, not P. Diddy - a shitty...<br />geez.. that sound almost like a slutty....<br />sore throat, shortness of breath, you name it<br />ugh... just a reminder on how much i hate fever..<br />thank God it doesn't mess with my sinus thingy...<br />hmmm.... that's weird. it didn't mess with my sinus thingy...<br />in the morning when i wake up i don't feel like doing anything (ok. i know i'm not a morning person and everyday when i woke up i don't feel like doing anything but this is a whole different thing)<br />i feel like just lay there on my bed and play dead.. hoping i can get over with this fever thingy...<br />but i keep eating greasy and spicy food<br />you can't blame me, though. i'm not going to spend my day eating soup! i've feel shitty enough!<br />and this ptptn thingy... are they, like, asleep the whole time?<br />i've been calling, like, most of the time and no one (there's better be no one. i can't find any other logical reason. i mean, asleep? are you kidding me?) is there to answer my calls....<br />dah la i'm already considerate enough to call them as i don't think i want to talk with anyone with my sore (very sore) throat and Macy Gray's voice..<br />i really don't feel like talking to anyone.....<br />i feel like lying there in my bed doing nothing until the fever vanish on their own...<br />ugh....<br />let alone sings in the choir for the convo ceremony...<br />nah, i'll just mime...... (although i think my sexy voice will bring a difference in that rather boring choir)<br />plus, it's not my fault i have to call them (like the last time i have to admit i didn't checked properly. or maybe it is just her luck. or maybe my bad luck)<br />i mean, who put a deceased man as the <span style="font-style: italic;">penjamin</span>?<br />that's sooo stupid. how am i supposed to get his signature<br />well, although i won't mind him coming to give me his signature... i miss my old man..<br />hmm... whatev.<br />and what with my roommate?<br />haven't heard of this magnificent invention called THE EARPHONES is one thing..<br />playing <span style="font-style: italic;">lagu raya </span>when we're not even fasting yet is another!<br />i mean, he's a nice guy..<br />he helped switched off the fan when he sees me grabbing my brown elderly-looking sweater and shivering with cold... and help putting my hanger back at its place when i dropped it, trying to get my sweater. plus, he looks concern.. (although i thank God he didn't come to me and do the i-pull-your-blanket-to-cover-you-cause-i-know-you-are-cold-and-i'm-concern or whatever you called it thingy.. that would be freaky)<br />as much as i don't (really) like him, i can say i felt a little bit errr... <span style="font-style: italic;">terharu</span><br />ok. now i sound like a sick, dying person.<br />back to this <span style="font-style: italic;">lagu raya</span> thingy... it's not like i hate it..<br />it's just that... i hate the memory that come with it..<br />you'll never know unless you've lost a lot of someone in your life<br />i just hate the fact that i keep comparing the latest (i can't seem to find other suitable words) <span style="font-style: italic;">raya </span>wuth the past one..<br />the one that is more lively, cheerful.. not just sit there on the living room watching<span style="font-style: italic;"> entah ape2 <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span>show that aired on the television... (although many kids think it is totally appropriate nowadays)<br />why can't i just moved on already?<br />for some reason, on certain level, i'll hate <span style="font-style: italic;">hari raya </span>like how Uncle Scrooge hate christmas (pe kne mngene uncle scrooge?)<br />the point where i'll lose more someone in my life and there i'll be<br />sitting alone in my lovely apartment with it walls painted dove gray<br />watching <span style="font-style: italic;">entah ape2 </span>shows on my big-screen plasma television<br />on the first day of <span style="font-style: italic;">raya......</span><br />as gloomy as it may sounds.. especially when the walls is painted with dove gray colour..<br />hmmm...... maybe i'll adopt a cat. or maybe a chimpanzee.<br />and then i can sleep with a bunch of kids and be the next Michael Jackson...<br />great.<br />i'm going to continue lying on my bad now...<br />until i can feel less shitty and stop saying crappy stuff...<br />till then<br />xoxo<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4929326159811112424?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-32399888871785620452010-08-07T06:05:00.000-07:002010-08-07T07:14:36.893-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">long time no blogging...<br />long time not feeling this shitty..<br />maybe because i have to do my laundry all over again because it is raining and i'm stuck in dectar singing choir (but i doubt the rain actually fell bcause of my singing, seriously)<br />tired... and i'm feeling like catching a fever..<br />don't get me wrong<br />i don't want the fever.. it's just a phrase<br />i remembered my conversation with afiq;<br /><br />me: aku rase cam nak dmam arrr<br />afiq: da ko yg nak dmam, jdinye dmam arr! hawaw!<br />me:errrrr.... g mkan yok. lapo arr..<br /><br />hmmmm.... how i miss that guy and his mulut-laser-attics that most of the time got me giggling and mnyinggul2 him as a sign of warning and reminder for him to actually be polite (kalo ngan lecturer ngan makcik cafe poun nak laser ta bragak arr weyh...)<br />and sometime make me feel very kecik hati... hurrrmmmm...<br />making friends in university is quite hard because<br />we're so far away<br />and we seldomly hangout together unless when we have or after class<br />hurrrmmm...<br />thank God i got a pretty cool coursemates that is actually are almost as crazy as i am<br />it's not like i don't have a cool and crazy coursemate before<br />crad, almas, lina, amil and my physical20 friends..<br />u guys are the coolest!<br />but....<br />kowang tak lyn Lady Gaga like they actually do!<br />hahahahaha<br />sometime bes gak kalo ade owng yg kite leyh share with our music interest<br />kan? kan? kan?<br />hmmmm..... what else to babble about?<br /><br />while listening to Taylor Swift's Forever and Always ttibe terigt plak nasihat mak akue (pe kne mngene?)<br /><br />mak: man ni jgnla kawan kalo ngan owng tu owng tu jek la smpai ke akhr hyt....pe kes? nak kwn tu biarlh (ala2 Bob Kuman dlm citer Jutawan Fakir) berjuta juta juta...<br />me: errrr..... apekah?<br /><br />ntah arr..<br />i think it is better for me to befriend with only that person but have a true everlasting friendship rather than befriending with (ala2 Bob Kuman dlm citer Jutawan Fakir) berjuta juta juta friends but none of the is actually a true friend of yours.. (generally speaking, yours. specifically, mine. get it?)<br />don't you feel the same shit?<br />i mean i'd rather not have a friend at all than actually have a fake friend<br />i don't know how to fake a smile<br />so, what make you think i can actually fake a friendship?<br />i don't go around being sooo-not-myself and talk to some stranger guys about <span style="font-style: italic;">hows the soccer game last night </span>or <span style="font-style: italic;">nice bike...is it 125erz? (or whatever the name is)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>i talk fashion, gaga. so what?<br />if you think i am weird you can go screw yourself and call that fucking normal<br />and i am so tak tahn with person who actually see me sitting alone or eating alone and then come to me and ask me, "knape mkn sorang2 ni? kwn mne?"<br />what the...<br />i am no fucking kindergarten kiddo who needs a potty training anymore, ok?<br />(no offense to all the cute kids out there)<br />i am 19 going 20 and i can take a good fucking care of myself<br />i don't need your sympathy to stand on this cruel world<br />i already have my own fucking feet, thank you.<br />(wow, i'm being so polite tonight.. what has gone into me? 'thank you'? pft..)<br /><br />huh...<br />and i am warning to all of you who is reading my blog out there<br />don't comment or say anything about my post in front of my fucking face, ok?<br />this is my blog and i'm gonna write any fucking things that i want either it is personal or not<br />imma bitch, yo! (ttibe nak rap)<br />wtv<br />i think i'm gonna get going and wash this... ugh! irritating clothes that can't seem to be aware of the rain and just sit there on the ampai waiting for the rain to wash them again<br />i hope apollo will be nice to me tomorrow...<br />peace out!<br />xoxo <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3239988887178562045?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-90314336575144542322010-07-30T09:17:00.000-07:002010-07-30T09:35:44.561-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">at home...<br />with my dearest flu....<br />owh shit<br />i was ok jek when i'm at ukm and now i catch a cold already...<br />a sign?<br />nahh.....<br />i dunno-lah....<br />here's some dialogue that i had with the doctors (or pgawai klinik brpngkat rndah tpi blagak bgos) these last few days<br /><br />SITUATION 1<br /><br />me: akak, nk jumpe dr arr... errmm... (ngan nada malu) tercekik tulang<br />akak kaunter: (yg aku prasan cam nak trgelak poun ade diek) arr... dik g emergency ea.. kat sane uh.<br />me: thnx<br />*g emergency the doors all locked and bile balik kaunter.... nobody's there<br /><br />SITUATION 2<br /><br />*went to the same clinic (ukm clinic)... meet the doctor already, doctor told me to go to the hospital to have x-ray... went to the counter...<br />akak kaunter: nah. adek amek surat ni and g hospitel<br />me: (ngan muke blur2 manje) sendiri?<br />akak kaunter: (ngan tenang) ha-ah. sendirik.<br />*and then followed by status fesbuk yg mncarot, mncaci maki phk klnik trsebot...<br />and then aku poun blk umah...<br /><br />SITUATION 3<br /><br />*went to clinics here at bp... swasta nyer.. thought everything going to be fine... but the dr is quite moody... sigh~<br />dr: sye akn beri awk antibiotik for the nanah..<br />me: tulng tu camner?<br />dr: mcm mne!? bio je la? sape nak korek!?<br />me: errr... ok! thnx! (smbl kuar ngan cpat and think: "seblom die wat aper ngan ak baek aku lari!!!!")<br /><br />***************************************************<br /><br />and that's how it went..<br />i think it is stupid<br />it is just a fucking fish's bone...<br />just one..... fucking fish's bone....<br />so now i'll just eat this BIG pills (yg mngigtkan ak kpade pil (pil ke?) yg dorang msokkan kt bontot budak kalo bdak tu dmam pns... igt x? that large pill? (pill ke?)) and hoping my white blood cell will eventually eat the fishbone until there'll be fishbone no more!!!<br />wooohooo!!!!<br />hmmmmm.......<br />now i'll remember...<br />always take my breakfast before lunch<br />so that i'll will not eat gelojoh-ly and telan fish's bone...<br />and always ask the pakcik cafe, "ni ikan ape ek?"<br />(although that pakcik cafe look scary... i mean, like, menggode kind of scary.. ewww....)<br />hmmm......<br /><br />and one more thing, kalo ade sesape offended ke whatsoever with my last post..<br />i'm so sorry....<br />i'm just soooo mad, you know..<br />my mental is quite unstable already...<br />i mean, like, seriously!? i talk politics!?<br />pft!<br />that's soooo not me<br />hahahahahaha<br /><br />ok then<br />gotta chow...<br />this big pills making me feel kinda....<br />zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-9031433657514454232?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-24130024607906870422010-07-27T09:46:00.000-07:002010-07-27T10:17:05.728-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">omaigosh!!!<br />hectic uni life!!!<br />i hate it!! but i kinda like the independent part of it<br />it's like i'm already a grown up man doing things all by myself<br />(ngan lgu celine dion-all by myself brmaen sbagai lgu latar)<br /><br />omaigosh!!!<br />i have to use my voices to the max here...<br />i got nasyid (can't believe i actually msok nasyid) and choir practice<br />and it'll get all hectic during this musim convo!!<br />practice night and day<br />gosh!!!<br />tired meyh...<br />and i still got this fuckin fish bone stuck in my throat...<br />hey, know wat?<br />there's one rachel berry in my nasyid group who think he is better than anyone else<br />well, guess what?<br />i'm following mercedes's advice:<br />"i am no kelly rowland. i am beyonce"<br />i always sing louder and with pitch higher that him<br />so he'll feel bengang!!<br />muahahahahahahaha!!<br />but bcoz my voice is not that loud (bak kate akak kat pjabat kolej uh, halus)<br />it don't really work<br />huhuhuhuhuhuu<br /><br />omaigosh!!!<br />taw tak an like mase naek bas tadi<br />ade la sowang mamat arab neyh<br />bas tu ssak an so die soh ak msok dlm lgi (dlm english arr die ckp)<br />tpi sbab ak da nk smpai dstinasi ak<br />so ak nak ckp arr taper, ak da nak trn dah<br />ngan bngenye ak brbicare dlm bahse english, my second language<br />"it's ok. i'm going to (stuck) TURUN at the next stop"<br />wakakakakakakaka<br />pastu ak ngan klassmate ak dok gelak sokmo<br />huhuhuhuhu<br />mamat arab tu da blur jek tgk kitowang glak<br />die ckp, "it's ok2."<br />huhuhuhuhu<br />ntah paper jek ak.. wat malu kaum teslian tol arr....<br /><br />omaigosh!!!<br />and ak bru taw<br />biasiswa kpm only applicable to ipg and upsi student jek<br />fuck you, kpm!!!<br />i need money you friggin bastards!!! arrggghhh!!!!<br />i mean, no offense to ipg student tpi bkan kowng da ade allowance ke?<br />and upsi students<br />they only wear kmeje and suar slacks jek kowt..<br />they don't need that much money anyway<br />we, on the other hand, need money to buy clothes and stuff<br />i mean, takkanla nak msok klas with don't-u-just-wear-this-shirt-yesterday appearances....<br />huhuhuhuhu<br />i need that friggin money<br />i swear to God ak takan skong krajaan nnti mse ak da bleyh ngundi bcoz they don't give us university students enough money while they go berjoli-ing and building parliament's house (unnecessary: those ministers have enough house already) and palaces (fuckin unnecessary: those raje have enough palace already and they seldom use it and they let it become empty so that the crew of misteri nusantara can continue carik makan selling ridiculous ghost stories)<br />now, no wonder uni student bnyk brpihak kt parti pmbangkang....<br /><br />omaigosh!!!<br />i talk politics!!!!<br />what happening to me!!!???<br />waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2413002460790687042?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-34809045560107836812010-07-25T08:48:00.000-07:002010-07-25T09:17:49.036-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ok i have, like, ten more minutes to use this brodband<br />so i'll make this short and quick<br />which husband do you prefer<br />a) a sparkling 'dead' husband who drinks blood, or<br />b) a husband that can go into your dream, plan an idea and make you go crazy and suicide?<br />none?<br />you are boring.....<br />hahahahaha<br />just watch eclipse (maybe i'm the last to watch it, but whatever) and inception<br />two movie combo for one day!!<br />hahahahaha<br />first timer<br />i have no complaints for Eclipse<br />i mean, when people say how sucks New Moon is, i was like, "are u out of ur mind? it was good. i can definitely feels bella's pain!"<br />and my sis was like, "wat the heck....."<br />so i was bad at judging movies....<br />but Eclipse is quite good<br />can't believe i almost went for team Jacob<br />i mean, in that movie Jacob is very kesian lorh...<br />getting himself injured badly, trying soo hard to impress Bella and convince her that she love him<br />sometime i was like, "prasan gile mamat ni. da orang ta suke tu da arr... (over skejap)"<br />but he's kinda sweet<br />i like it in the end of the movie he said to Bella he'll not give up even after Bella's heart stop beating (meaning: become a vampire)<br />awwww.............<br />but why am i on team Edward?<br />well, let just say i would rather Bella to be sparkling, pale vampire than hairy overtanned werewolves<br />plus the werewolves clan look soooo old-fashion<br />it's like they're still living in the red indian era<br />at least the vampire clan look modern and fashion forward<br />so, team Edward it is for me<br />team Jacob can suck it :p<br /><br />and then Inception<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />like the best movie of 2010!!!<br />this Nolan guy is a fuckin genius at making movie I tell ya!<br />and Leo Dicaprio is still as charming as ever<br />ahhhh....<br />his character is quite the same as in the Shutter Island<br />i mean, loving dad, romantic (quite) husband but married to a psycho<br />the only difference is in Shutter Island his wife is like naturally psycho<br />but in Inception, he make his wife a psycho<br />get it?<br />poor Leo's character... he deserved better<br />hmmmm..... whatever<br />but Shutter Island ain't got nothing on Inception!<br />it is the best<br />although i'm still a lil' bit confused with all this dream in a dream in a dream in a dream shit<br />but by the the movie start rolling the element of suspense start filling the cinema theater (hahahahaha... bahse skema)<br />but it's damn true!!!<br />i almost bite the mineral bottle cap out of the bottle itself!<br />i was like, "cpatla! cpatla! aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!"<br />and the ending was great!<br />but it's still a sad ending though<br />i just hope the fuckin top stop spinning already!!<br />poor that guy<br />he have been through so much already<br />you're probably confused with what i'm talking about and maybe some of you went, like:<br />"owh this mamat ngarot cam biasak arr..."<br />you know what i'll say?<br />well, i'll say, "get your ass off the couch and go watch inception already because it is bloody good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br />aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3480904556010783681?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-23052684237358246732010-07-23T06:00:00.000-07:002010-07-23T06:12:55.227-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i ask azrai<br />"normal tak kalo aku lebeyh rndukan hmster2 ak yg da mti<br />dri famili aku sendirik?"<br />and then I ask myself<br />I think I know the answer best<br />after a long thought of think that should've been felt (like usual-lah)<br />I think....<br />mungkin lbeyh baek kalo kite knangkan mmori yg ta bgitu mnyakitkan<br />dripade knang bnde yg lbeyh mnyakitkan?<br />I mean,<br />I love my hamster so damn much<br />but it's nothing compared to my love to abah, nenek, tok wok<br />all my friends that were separated through time<br />and now, i'm in my room, alone<br />in this big fucking university<br />I can't even find someone that can replace their place<br />I mean, my fren-la....<br />takkan my abah and tok wok and nenek pulak....<br />aish!<br />I hate memory<br />memory is like the cruel, evil queen<br />always give attention to the slightest details<br />making us remember the whole shit, like, forever<br />I wonder why that doesn't work out during lecture or exam...<br />hmmm....<br />gotta go la<br />sadam is here<br />so taleyh arr upload lebeyh2<br />intruder alert!!!<br />ugh....<br />ciaou...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2305268423735824673?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-89854639620743349722010-07-23T05:17:00.000-07:002010-07-23T05:56:47.304-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">listening to we the king feat. demi lovato- we'll be dreams<br />i love demi's voice in that song!<br />hahahahahaha<br />it's kinda lame i don't have anything to blog@babble about now<br />like how the water crisis here ruin my mood<br />guys and water crisis is never a good combination, fyi<br />once you enter a toilet on a water crisis....<br />you'll never even want to look at choki2 again.........<br /><br />what a life here<br />like, when i first start blogging i've promised to myself i'll never talk about my life here<br />i thought of writing poem...<br />songs and stuff...<br />fashion blogging a lil' bit.....<br />but now in each post i keep on babbling about my life<br />i wanna go back to my writing songs day!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />life quite boring and dull here......<br />what the heck!!!<br />KL is like not far away from here<br />but i still feel nothing<br />well, seriously<br />i only feel lively when i'm in KL<br />the atmosphere.....<br />the hectic environment....<br />the fashion.....<br />owh my God<br />people in KL have good taste when it comes to fashion<br />almost each woman that passed by me<br />the phrase "nice heels" came into my mind......<br /><br />weyh seyes ak da tader pape lgi nk post<br />mampos arr wat penin paler plak ak nak pke ape nk tulis<br />blog ak suketi aku arr nak update ke nk bio brsawang ke<br />n plus, i'm not the kind that tell story kayh...<br />story of my life<br />what the heck!<br />hmmmm... pasni upload gambo arr<br />ugh... so whatev!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8985463962074334972?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-10643974869953098012010-07-19T09:47:00.000-07:002010-07-19T10:02:37.776-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i thought of uploading some pic<br />but because this wifi is lamely slow<br />like how they sell air kumbahan yang dirawat instead of mineral water in the cafe<br />or the lousy bus driver who's very 'punctual'<br />i don't think there'll be any picture uploading tonight<br />(pe kne mngene?)<br /><br />well, whatever....<br />so i remember about how i told hajar to try to write a song<br />u know she's resting after she had this accident<br />and told me she was bored in her recuperating period<br />so i told her to write a song<br />so i remember she told me how her mother actually help to clean her wound involving this knife and stuff<br />i don't really know how to explain it<br />but tabek spring at her mom!!!<br />i'm bad with sharp clinical metal shit<br />like their scalpel, scissors and stuff<br />because i always have a thought that they were so sharp they can cut you even if you slightly touch them<br />and i have serious problem with blood<br />real blood<br />but i have no probs with fake blood they use in the movie<br />yes, i know. i'm weird<br />so i told her<br />try to write a song about your mom<br />like (i came out with a brilliant tittle):<br />The Guardian Angel With A Knife<br />and she's............ scared<br />ok, there's nothing scary or psycho about that tittle ok<br />it's more like emo<br />so while she's still struggling with the lyrics i came up with a bits<br />it sound like this:<br /><br />Guardian angel with a knife<br />Takes out my scar tissue and let the new one grows<br />Heal my wounded heart<br />And keep me from falling apart<br /><br />smart, no?<br />i don't know my creativity level has been down this few weeks<br />hmmm......<br />wtv<br />oh wait<br />maybe there'll be a pic<br />hmmmm...<br />next post<br />ciaou!! ^^<br />peace love music gaga<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1064397486995309801?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-5041341935629201152010-07-18T08:57:00.000-07:002010-07-18T09:15:47.810-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">so i followed this blog<br />Kami Sayang Kucing<br />and they post a lot of shit!!!<br />pnoh dashboard aku... hahahaha<br />well, no offense here<br />i love cats. really really love cats.<br />because they can understand their master more<br />like listening to them when they talk to you about their probs<br />and not bite their owner's hand when we try to belai2 them<br />hear that lucy!!!!!<br />ahem ahem<br />but their post is, like, so kindergarten-ish<br />no fact just story<br />hmmmm.....<br />story ntah paper plak tuh<br />the three musketeer la<br />kucingku dipatok ular dan matila.....<br />soooooooo retard!<br /><br />so ak blk umah this week<br />but except for spending rm50 at the pcfair and eating at kenny rogers<br />i did nothing<br />i thought of watching eclipse<br />(it's kinda lame because maybe i'm the last person on earth still haven't watch it)<br />how cruel<br />you know<br />being umat di akhir zaman<br />one day is, like, an hour<br />u close ur eyes open ur eyes, close ur eyes open ur eyes<br />(literally: pejam celik pejam celik)<br />and then the day is over already<br />ugh<br />that still doesn't count sleeping, waiting for the red light to turn green, yawning, qeueing at the counter, tolerating some bitch on the road....<br />hmmm......<br />i'm becoming very rude nowadays<br />there's this one time ade sowang pompuan ni drive like %$@*&amp; and i was like:<br />"u stupid bitch!!!!"<br />and aded couple ni brplok2an in the comuter and i was like:<br />"get a room!"<br />with an annoyed face<br />am i turning into some kinda outspoken bitch now?<br />i mean i always try to sound sarcastic<br />(because i always thought it was kinda funny)<br />without sounding rude or impolite<br />but just so u know<br />it's hard<br />hmmmm...<br />what am i talking about again?<br />this is what u get when u have no idea what to blog about but u still feel the need of posting something on it because u don't want it to be berkepok....<br />wtv<br />wanna promote my dearest friend, fatin's blog on facebook<br />fatin, i totally understand this 'woman's hint' thingy ok?<br />don't worry babe *wink2*<br /><br />p.s. i dare to said that woman a bitch because she had all her car windows closed and i'm pretty sure she won't hear me and about the comuter stuff, i just ckp dlm hati only.... muahahahahahahahaha!!!!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-504134193562920115?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-81221776972904265542010-07-16T07:31:00.000-07:002010-07-16T09:38:40.574-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">before ak stat<br />nak thanx aten coz promote my blog<br />u're being too kind girl...<br />but don't expect me to promote ur blog<br />muahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!<br /><br />well tgh chat ngan kakak yg baek dri german niyh<br />die kte mgu lpas die tron kl tpi mlu nak kontek ak...<br />hahahahaha<br />sdangkan bru mgu lpas aku tron kl kowt...<br />tpi g midvalley jek la....<br />hahahahaha<br />she's soooo nice ^^<br />and she said she love malaysia and hate germany<br />i asked her why<br />because i sometime feel like i hate malaysia too (no offense here)<br />when i see pictures of other country and i was like:<br />"why can msia be that beautiful??"<br />i mean, like, wide grassland, beautiful mountains and stuff....<br />but she said it like she really mean it<br />like: "i hate germany" and "germany sucks totally"<br />and i asked her why<br />she said msia got lots of tech and entertainments<br />and she add<br />in german she can't even walk freely without someone bothering about her hijab<br />and she says people there is selfish<br />and only watch their own ass (yes, she cursed)<br />and she even considered staying and working here<br />she's soooooo fuckin sweet (yes, we both cursed a lot. sweet right?)<br />and it's kinda freaky<br />but she really understand me!!<br />can u hold for a sec?<br /><br />"go to sleep lucy!!! ur attics is cute, like, the first ten thousand times i see it!! ugh!!"<br /><br />interruption..... sorry. my hamster. hahahaha<br />where was i again?<br />owh<br />u know people who, like talk a lot in the virtual world of online, doesn't talk too much in the real world right?<br />well, except for people i really2 know<br />so i tell her<br />she might be shocked to know i'm shy and quiet outside<br />although i speak a lot online<br />and she say it's ok<br />if she meet a shy person she'll talks a lot until that person will become comfortable<br />she's sooooo nice<br />she also give me her msia phone no so i can call her if she ever come here again<br />hahahahaha<br />so sweet!!!!<br />i can't wait to hangout with u, sis layali-san!!<br />owh wait<br />she also said the only job she can do there with hijab is cleaner!!<br />that poun work with her brother jek<br />ugh!<br />i hate discrimination like that!!<br />and she also said before she wears hijab she work as a manager at a telecommunication company!!!<br />God!!!<br />well, i tell her if she wanna come here and work in malaysia i'll be welcoming her with an open arm ^^<br />and my sister said:<br />"u believe everything she said?"<br />wat do u think i am!?<br />i ain't naive!!!<br />ok maybe i've been lied to many times before like when the pakcik jual tiket bas don't give me my ticket although i had paid for it and then claim he already give me the ticket and i have to buy another one but i promise that would be the last time!!!<br />i swear!!!<br />plus, she seems nice....<br />whatever<br />maybe we should just wait and see<br /><br />and hey!!<br />i forget to tell you<br />when in the comuter<br />i saw this two guys<br />they're like sooo kewl i think if i were a girl i'll definitely fall for them<br />erk<br />that's a lil' weird<br />but i'm tellin the truth<br />they look sooo kewl<br />and this one cool scruffy guy kinda remind me of tyson ritter (if i spell his name right) of the all-american rejects<br />and then i look at myself<br />regular shirt... regular tak-basoh-sminggu jeans....<br />hurrrmmm.....<br />and i remember azrai said to me:<br />"tak ape. tu mmg stail ko. cam owang tue"<br />hurrrmmm.....<br />wtv<br />nyte<br />ciaou<br />peace love music gaga....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8122177697290426554?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-12513866103081859782010-07-15T09:44:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:53:25.854-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ugh this is soooo stupid<br />this is all because kakak post the pic of abah and mak on her blog<br />i mean, i'm all alone here in university<br />i can't go to my room and cry if i feel sad<br />(ahem2.. my roomate)<br />and the bathroom is far from my room<br />ugh!<br />i hate it here!!!<br />this is so confusing!!<br />i felt happy just now but now i feel sad!!<br />ugh!!!<br />i hate it........<br />and i just eat nasi goreng, megi cawan and oat to satisfy my midnight cravings<br />and now my stomach feel semacam after drinking this water from the water cooler which i suspects is actually a tap water but because the cafe only sell air kumbahan yang drawat which i'll never drink so i'm still going to drink this cold tap water although my stomach feel very uncomfortable right now....<br />waaaaaaaaaaaaaa............<br />the world hate me!!!<br />i miss my dad.... :'(<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1251386610308185978?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-59124148603024136402010-07-15T09:09:00.000-07:002010-07-15T09:33:52.166-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ewwwwww!!!<br />can u guys guess what i see just now<br />man walking topless with an abs full of hair!!!!<br />gross!!!<br />it won't be that gross if the one that's walking is jacob black<br />or maybe daniel radcliffe<br />eww! eww! eww!!<br />this is what i say about having to tolerate boys behaviour<br />at least at matriculation they're not that matured to be that hairy!!!<br />ugh!!!!<br />delete this image from my mind please......<br /><br />(1 minute and twenty-two fashion hits later.....)<br />hi guys!!!<br />it sucks u know when when u're not online the idea come mncurah2 on what to post on ur blog but when u online.... blank<br />so i just wanna share with u...<br />i went to the choir team audition...<br />it's really fuckin scary cause in that audition u have to sing a song of ur choice solo...<br />God!!!<br />i've never sing in front of others before<br />and i only sing loudly at home when nobody's home<br />when i'm cleaning the house<br />(that usually followed by some dirty dancing involving the broom stick)<br />so it's like my very very very very very very first time.....<br />i'm sooooo nervous i think i'm gonna puke<br />huhuhuhuhuhu<br />but i made it!!!!!!!!!!!<br />in my solo i sang Mariah Carey's Hero<br />and i think they love ma sexy, sultry, beautiful voice<br />i'm tellin ya!<br />but they put me in the tenor<br />what a waste of talent<br />they should put me in the auto or the soprano<br />i can really reach the high not ok....<br />but tenor<br />they just sing 'normal' not....<br />whatever<br />i'm still grateful though<br />although my beautiful voice will sink in the voices of maybe hundreds of others in the choir team....<br />sigh....<br />hey wait!!!<br />i still can't find a new crush here...<br />hmmmm....<br />people here are boring.....<br />and i dream of my old crush last night<br />(don't think dirrty please..... ugh! u guys are sooo retard)<br />in that dream<br />i'm the villain and that particular person is a hero<br />and we're ex<br />kinda like gi joe u know....<br />sienna miller and channing tatum<br />sienna is channing's ex in the movie who turn into an evil villain<br />and channing is the hero in the movie<br />but deep inside they still love each other<br />so sienna and channing have to fight both their feelings and forces of evil..<br />everybody now: aaahhh......<br />so in my dream my crush is a clumsy (think: inspector gadget) hero with a, i can say, useless sidekick<br />and i'm like the coolest villain of all time with a, i can say, useless sidekick...... or maybe a team. i can't quite remember<br />so i fight my crush but at the same time i pity my crush because my crush is, well, my crush<br />i don't wanna embarassed my crush but why does my crush have to be sooo stupid?<br />i mean i have a reputation to keep here<br />well, that's all in my dream<br />i'm not the coolest person ever<br />and my crush is not a stupid person<br />but i woke up that morning with a smile<br />i was like, "if this is a movie it'll surely be a fuckin box office!!!"<br />wowwww.....<br />i do have a lot of imagination...<br />like this one time i remember dreaming<br />hari kiamat is going on and i was like,<br />"oh shit! aku tak bertaubat lagi neyh!!"<br />and my mom was like so calm and said to my other siblings,<br />"taper2... kite da bertaubat"<br />hahahahahahaha<br />i was soooo relieved it was only a dream<br />coz it was like fuckin real!<br />i was fuckin scared i think i'm going to do solat taubat on the spot!!<br />huhuhuhuhu<br />ok whatever guys<br />i'm sleepy already<br />bye!!!<br />peace love music gaga<br />xoxo.....<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5912414860302413640?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-91847455753731969992010-07-13T08:49:00.000-07:002010-07-13T09:20:49.498-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">when I enter matriculation college owang ckp it'll be the toughest of all<br />tpi I think compared to U life, matrics is, like, kindergarten<br />you have to do, like, everything here!!<br />wait<br />why am I talking like I'm actually writing a formal essay?<br />ugh!<br />look what've gotten into me.....<br /><br />I really miss my friend at matrics<br />and it good to know that I'm actually not the only one<br />I mean, I don't wanna be the one people will say,<br />"move on, already, freak! u're not a kid anymore! toys can't talk and babies don't come from belly button" at....<br />sigh...<br />that's why<br />I wish I am and will always be a kid<br /><br />eating lemau chipsmore biscuits (blieve me they taste better once they're lemau)<br />listening to Glee-faithfully over and over again<br />and watching Fred Figglehorn to have a little laugh....<br />it's kinda weird it's a little boring here<br />I don't know people here don't match what I imagine before I came here<br />even my classmates<br />but I don't know maybe things will get better eventually<br />well, I met this kind senior name Joy<br />she's so sweet and I'll never give her my facebook address because I put my blog link in it and I don't want her to know I think her sweet<br />she keep saying she'll give me her old note<br />and I don't know how to response to that<br />should I say:<br />"you're soooo nice"?<br />what if she say:<br />"what you think I'm not nice ha?"<br />plus '"you're soooo nice" sound kinda gedik and weird right?<br />plus she's a girl and I'm a boy<br />"you're soooo nice" should never come out of my mouth<br />it has to be a little bit more manly like:<br />"thank you, miss."<br />errrr.... not?<br />so what should I say then?<br />but trust me, " you're sooo nice" is like the first thing that ever come to my mind<br />I mean since the first day she keep offering me her note<br />and saying I'm her direct(?) junior<br />because people keep saying, like, it's hard to approach senior<br />so I was like shocked when the senior actually approach me<br />ok ok. here's one more line that came across my mind:<br />"I don't know kind people like you still exists in this cruel world"<br />overreacted, eh?<br />hmmmmm......<br />I don't know<br />then I meet this girl, my classmate<br />she called herself Peng<br />but her real name is Syuhada<br />so I came out with a theory where 'peng' come from<br />so people are calling her 'syud' which sounds like 'shoot'<br />and when you shoot someone the sound is like 'peng!' right?<br />so that's my theory where the name Peng come from<br />intelligent, eh?<br />she kinda remind me of patty by the way she talk but she's less becok<br />hahahahaha<br />so then the other guy in my class, Asri<br />quite quiet guy... dunno maybe kitorang ta skepale kowt...<br />oh, and he's from kelantan<br />would I sound racist if I say I don't wanna be friend with the malay student here because most of them are from utare and speak in strong accent and I don't wanna (tnpe disedari) follow their accent? you know, like, Madonna? speaking in fake Brit accent? so is it racist if I just befriend with the chinese or people from johor, kl or anywhere that don't have accent? waaaaaaaaaaa............ it's so confusing.....<br />but asri is quite nice and he didn't speak too pekat accent<br />and then my other classmate Pei Si<br />she looks confused<br />I don't know why... but she look confused<br />and kelam kabut like that larr...<br />hehehehe... so cute<br />errrrrrr.... forget what I just said<br />so this mean I won't be giving my facebook address to her too<br />hmmmmmmm...........<br />tomorrow got no class<br />but I hhave nothing else to blog about<br />so till then<br />ciaou<br />peace love music gaga<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-9184745575373196999?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-88798612115141862152010-07-11T09:38:00.000-07:002010-07-11T09:54:41.714-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hey guys, it's me again!!!!<br />huhuhuhu<br />long time no blog lorr...<br />so things here don't really go as my expectation<br />most of it<br />so after 1 week of motherfucking tiring orientation week,<br />let's mncarot marot maki hamun all about it!!!!<br />yeay!!!!<br />it's 12.41 now....<br /><br />so first<br />my roomate<br />he talks in very weird accent arr<br />kjap2 "hangpa" is "kau", kjap2 "depa" is "kau"<br />"depa" tu bkan "korang" ke?<br />whatever roomate!!!!<br />you should join us Johorians and started dumping that weird accents of yours<br />our life is sooo much simpler<br />ahhh... I'm so thankful to God 4 making me a Johorian<br />and then he was too nice (read: nerdy)<br />aku igt ak akn dapat roomate yg giler2<br />now I miss my supadoopa annoying ex-roomate at matrics... :(<br />I mean it's not a bad thing that he's a nice person<br />but 4 some unknown reason he make me feels like a bad guy most of the time<br />and he talks with a volume almost mute!!!<br />he make me sounds like a deaf oldies going "ha?" each time he said something..<br />waaaaaaaa.....<br />I hate it here!!!!<br />and there's a lot of bdak2 utare kat siney<br />I decided to only befriend with the Chinese so that I won't trikout2 their slang<br />sooooo scary bleyh x...<br />imagine ak balek umah and said this,<br />"lamo ambo tok balik ghumah... ghindu eh ghasonyo...."<br />noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />see?<br />I'm doing my fred-scream already so u should know that this is really2 serious!!!<br />ugh!<br /><br />plus, being in asrama means I actually have to cope with boys behaviour all over again like in matrics....<br />sigh....<br />tomorrow classes start<br />assignment<br />course works<br />waaaaaaaaaaaaaa............<br />actually I have nothing more to babble about<br />so ciaou<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8879861211514186215?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-81213085042432588092010-07-03T09:54:00.000-07:002010-07-03T10:10:02.143-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sedeyh giler...<br />aku da tataw nak ckp per da..<br />I'm so f**kin worry about my life kat U nnti..<br />tkout giler kalo taleyh survive..<br />da la tader geng...<br />and baru igt nak hangout ngan kakak....<br />kakak bru jek blk due mgu n due mgu tu jgakla sibok ngan preparation nk gi U niyh...<br />shait har!!!<br />huhuhuhuhu<br />pastu caner kalo dpt roomate yg trok?<br />da la stu blk pat owang pastu ktel double decker lak tu!!!<br />shait!!!<br />owh...<br />I'm scared arr..<br />huhuhuhu<br />well I'm quite a pessimist didn't I?<br />hmmmm.....<br />let see the bright side<br />well, I get the course that I've always wanted<br />and maybe I can make new stylish friend<br />soooo excited about that (think:Gossip Girl)<br />hmmmmm....<br />now I just have to get out of my very100x comfort zone<br />and go out there and shake the world!!!<br />ok, maybe the university only<br />or maybe just the double decker bed..... if i sleep on the top.<br />hmmm....<br />I just rase brat giler arr nak prgie....<br />huhuhuhuhu<br />and I haven't watch Eclipse and Sex And The City 2 yet...<br />I mean I tried to buy the pirated cd (I'm soo desperate)<br />but the quality is very10x low....<br />waaaaaaaaaa..............<br />I wanna watch SATC2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />aish....<br />bratnyer nak tglkan umah neyh...<br />rse sedeyh sgt.....<br />nseb baek arr pas ak abes blajo jdik ckg jek leyh ade bnyk cuti...<br />hmmm....<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8121308504243258809?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-30640588623861448522010-07-03T09:32:00.000-07:002010-07-03T09:52:21.145-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">owh shit<br />I just feel so tired and sad I don't really know what to post anymore<br />I'm feeling sad..<br />tomorrow I'll be sleeping on a different bed...<br />maybe an uncomfortable one...<br />shit!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3064058862386144852?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-63508466703274987202010-07-02T09:12:00.000-07:002010-07-02T10:10:22.416-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">still a little bit unwell<br />ok, dats a lot of unwell actually<br />da nak msok u ni mcm2 lak halnyer.. hahahaha<br />hmmmm..<br />so the sec. part of 'I miss the old time', eh?<br /><br />first sori kalo content post ni mnyinggung mne2 pihak<br />I'm going to post it anyway :p<br /><br />so I think I miss a lot of stuff in the first part<br />like the 1.10 spa, maggi feast and how I cried when taking my final sem 1 exam because my dearest buddy, mr. Tipsy left me.<br />so I'm going to make it more organized for the sec part<br /><br />THE CATFIGHT<br />so I've always loove catfight<br />sem2 adela gak catfight so I think I'm going to rank the catfight of this sem.... tat ta-da....<br />3~me vs. crad<br />it's just a misunderstanding. ak hanto crad sms (yg ak rase biase2 jek) and then crad slh fahm. conclusion: ini sume slh crad! muahahahaha!!! but then akhrnye crad nk jgak maafkan ak stelah ak rasuah cokelat kat dier... hmmm...<br />2~hajar vs. zuey<br />so we all know that they're both very close partner-in-crime so what actually happened? tader sape taw sbab dowang brdue (especially zuey) sgt secretive owangnyer... huk huk huk (sedeyh ta dpt brgosip). tapi it all started mse ade sumber yg ckp downg nmpak zuey n hjr brgado which leads to hjr crying in the lecture hall and dowang ta rpt lgi since that.... hmm....<br />1~fatin vs. rafiqah<br />meowww!!! pas faiz ciaou group abba dowang mule brantakan. emy mule brkwn dgn abe aiman n then fatin stat prang dgn with rafiqah. the details still kinda blur. but it all ends after rafiqah ciaou mse awl sem 2... dgor kte ikout boyfren dier g uitm sgamat.. (gosip jap). hmmm.....<br /><br />NEW PEOPLE<br />so mse sem 2 dowang stat pcahkn praktikum yg hjng2 untok bdak fzkal sbab bdak fzkal ni sket, ta rmai poun so ade tige owang bru msok ke praktikum kitowang..<br />3~hannah<br />hannah ni len sket cos dier ni seems smart n pndiam sket mse mule2 tpi bile dier da bkak mulot... lgi laser dri afeq!! ouchh!! ak da x igt plak contoh2 klaseran dier tpi tpi dier mmg laser arr. enuff said. hahahaha. tpi jgn men2 sme ini bdak. sgt pndai kowt dier niyh... genius. huhuhu<br />2~khalis<br />mamat ni suke psiko owang. hahahaha. bkan calang2 nyer psiko. i mean, owang yg brani psiko mr hardy should be given really extra credit 4 that. tpi mamat ni bek n sensitip owangnyer rupe2nyer... huhuhu<br />1~asiah<br />sokrang yg garang n tegas tpi caring sengsgt.. (i can't believe i'm talking like this). hahahaha. smpai kitowang sumer pgl dier mama. tpi dier ni resourceful owngnyer. ta mngharap bntuan owang len n so independent. besh gak arr ade die cos bleyh add colours to our praktikum yg pnoh ngan bdak2 yg kuwang matang pmikiran (trmasok ak). besh gak skali skale kne mrh... huhuhu<br /><br />PUISIDRA &amp; ANNUAL DINNER NIGHT<br />so for koko praktikum kitowng dpt puisidra. pnat kitowang brlatih siang mlm n yg pling serius bout all of this puisidra thingy of cos arr mama... huhuhu. besh tol bile trkenang blek time uh... huhuhu. and mse hri kitowng nk prform tu chaos giler!! hahaha. the last minute training and how syamir mrh2 ak cos i can't walk properly as a prison warden. ugh. buzz off, syamir. i can beat you with a single leg in a catwalk competition. muahahahahaha!!!<br />and then there was the annual dinner night. although collecting money from all these guys were a pain in the ass (like, all the time!) but the night went well. we're all having good times and that night jugak we're announced the winner of the puisidra!! we were all screaming like crazy tpi mama ade nmpak disappointed sket cos iqbal yg amek hdiah ats pntas. in the sense of provocation, i asked mama, "bkan ptotnyer ko yg amek ker?" (dgn tnduk yg mkin mmnjang) pastu mama dgn leyh brjoke lgi jwb, "tula... pnat setting lawo2 neyh". huhuhu.. hepi giler kitowang mlm tu...<br />pastu lina lgi skali bgi quote of the sem bile die ditegor oleh sokrang bdak karisma. mse tu kitowang tgh sronok2 amek gambo. lwat gak arr mse tu.. pastu dtg due owang dak karisma kt kitowang.sowang attack ak.. ak poun pe lgi cpat2 wat2 mcm ngah sibok brkemas. hahaha. scene bdak krisma tu dgn lina lebeyh kuang camniey arr:<br /><br />krisma: nk brseronok tu ade msenye (nda suare agk garang). dah! balek2!!<br />lina: eleh. tak kan aku nk mngatal ngan betine pulak!?<br /><br />mse tu bru ak trigat: "abes? ak ni ape?" (mse tu ak sowang jek dak laki2. bak kte owang thorn among the roses. hahaha) yg ade kt crime scene mse tu trmasok arr fida, crad, net, almas n sowang lgi spe ek....<br /><br />huhuhuhuhu<br />ak rase cam da tls bnyk sgt plak. sok ak smbong la ea... nk bace naruto yg bru kuar ni dlu.. chow chin chow!!!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-6350846670327498720?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-67806955355458476932010-07-01T09:28:00.000-07:002010-07-01T09:47:31.489-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I don't know if part 2 will be coming anytime soon<br />I just wanna talk about today<br /><br />first, rase tak sihat giler ariney<br />runny nose, feeling uncomfort in the nasal area..<br />typical sinus probs<br />had it, like, everytime I have flu or fever<br />but I can't never get used to it!!!<br />ugh!!!<br />having this conditions is like worse than pms...<br /><br />and then went to LHDN for some err... urusan<br />n then kena glak plak ngan abng kaunter uh (don't ask me why)<br />cube byangkan<br />kite kompius first time wat something<br />of course la we expect people to help and guide us kan?<br />but that motherfucking jerk.....<br />die siap boleh ajk kwn dier gelak same..<br />like this: "weyh @&amp;*%$, ko tgok arr budak ni die nak... (muted dialogue)"<br />ugh!!!<br />damn!!!<br />and then ak poun 'flaunt' my middle finger at him<br />and spit him in his face<br />and says: "fuck off. ur laugh sounds like goat having same sex sex and ur teeth soo yellow it'll slow the traffic down"<br />take that!!!<br />well, at least in my imagination...<br />aku sooo pissed ak blah dgn gaye diva seblom abng tu smpat hbeskan ape yg dier nak ckp..<br />I can take people making faces at me or alienated me<br />but nobody can make fun of me but myself<br />and maybe some other person that's close to me<br />I mean, what do I look like, some kinda big fat joke?<br />ok, maybe big and fat but I ain't a joke so if u don't want me to throw shit on ur face (figuratively) then don't throw ur shit at mine!! (figuratively and literally!!)<br /><br />huh!<br />and then I went to the barber and dye my hair blonde<br />kidding!<br />it's black.<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-6780695535545847693?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-6859536845509164842010-06-29T08:40:00.000-07:002010-06-29T09:22:51.214-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">three more days to go before i start a new chapter in my life<br />university chapter.<br />adoii... mals nyer... i felt like i have to do a lot of stuff here<br />fill a lot of fuckin form<br />and aku ta brape suke arr.. the fact that i can't spend more time with my sis...<br />ira....<br />my lovely new bed yg mseh berbau kedai.. ;p<br />hahahaha<br />but what i felt like malas the most to do is<br />finding and making new friends...<br />i totally friggin' sucks at that.<br />~sigh~<br /><br />kalo tengok balik mase time matriks dulo..<br />i have a lots of very precious friends.. whom i'll always remember and cherish the memories until my last breath<br />first mase masok matriks dulo.. still hangout ngan afeq<br />mase first day tu mmg buntu tataw nak buat aper cos first time brjauhan dri umah n family..<br />rse sedeyh sgt..<br />n then there's afeq, my true (very laser one) friend...<br />and then msok mgu orientasi first2 day rse cam tader mood giler3..<br />huhuhu<br />muke monyok jek<br />n then ak tringat ade sowang bdak praktikum niyh (sowie giler aku lupe nme dier wlaupoun slaloo tgor mse kt matriks dlu) yg pastu tuko dri fizik ke hayat mse mlm first orientasi tu tgor ak n then ckp something about "mlm yg indah" or something like that<br />errrr....<br />n then meet patty yg mulot kepoh abes tue ngan partner-in-crime dier, hajar<br />n then meet mentor, umie<br />pastu hri akhr orientasi aku igt lgi nak amek gambo dlm dwan rmai2 pastu marwan ckp ngan ak, "kuar jom. bnyk sgt muslimah arr kat cney"<br />errr....<br /><br />pastu msok plak second intake<br />owng first yg ak prasan n then become one of my best-est fren ever, fifi.<br />mse mule2 msok tu muke dier msm gile mcm ibu oren sunquick!<br />hahahaha<br />tpi ak pahm gak arr mngkin dier ta suke msok cney cam ak gak an tpi pas dier kuarkan henpon mwah dier tu.. aku tros rase mcm, "dier ni mesti rich spoilt brat" ;p<br />hahahahaha<br />tpi pastu slaloo hangout sesamer ngan afeq skali blajo sesame until dier kuo sbab nk masok ipg (sgop ko fifi!!) huhuhu<br />nnti arr aku citer pristiwe hitam (dramatik la plak) tu..<br /><br />tpi first seblom ak meet fifi ak meet crad dlu<br />kat library<br />pompuan plng sporting pnah ak jumpe dlm hidop ak...<br />mse tu study ngan afeq kat library pastu ak ta pahm soklan niyh<br />afeq soh tnye kat crad tpi ak malu tkot crad igt ak ni bodoh ke per tataw jwb soklan senang... upe2nyer crad poun kompius.. hahahaha<br />pastu wat plak projek english sesamer...<br />mase tu knal lak ngan aze (yg garang) n almas (yg hepi go laki binik)<br />crad, lina n almas, tige owng ni yg ak da consider adek bradek bgi ak...<br />huhuhuu<br /><br />n then sbab ak slaloo lpak blk fifi jmpe lak ngan rumate2 dier yg sporting thp keting arr sng citer....<br />hahahahaha<br />hai... rindunyer nk study pastu marah2 ko fifi...<br />bile arr lgi leyh wat gitu an?<br />mse dier blah tu ak ngah cuti sbab dmam pns n then pas ak balik matriks dgn suasane yg giler suram tu (sbab wbk h1n1) ak g survey blk dier katil dier poun da kosong...<br />sedeyh giler ak mase tu...<br />nseb baek ade crad, aze, almas mse tu...<br /><br />owh tpi seblom fifi blah<br />patty dlu blah.. hahahaha (sowi x wat ikout kronologi... susah arr nk igt blek)<br />aku slalu gak lepak ngan patty ni sbab dier ni havoc owangnyer<br />hahahaha<br />slalu gak arr mkn tgh hari ngan patty n hajar<br />n then knal zuey plak mse buat projek dinamika<br />mse first2 tu ak igt budak zuey ni tak suke ak tpi rupe2nye beliau ini grounded orangnyer... hak hak hak<br />ta campor llaki bdak niyh<br />mulie sgoh budi pkertinye... huhuhuhu<br />pas patty blah (ak igt lgi zuey hdiahkn dier tli kasot!! ngee..) hjr ngan zuey poun tgllah brdue mneroskan pkatan partner-in-crime mreke..<br /><br />n then tringat plak mse mule2 jumpe rock!!<br />mse kat library. fifi yg bgi nme mnje tu sbab gaye brjalan die yg smemangnye ala2 ahlong bukit beluntong datang mntak hutang!!! aiyaa!!!<br />tpi d sebalik prilaku nye yg rok trsebot. net ni sbenonye wnita mlayu sjati..<br />huhuhuhu<br />n then meet plak fida yg lmah lmbut n sopan santun gtu... (sem 1 jek la)<br />lupe plak bile frst time jumpe dier tpi agknyer mase lpak2 dpan library kowt..<br />huhuhuhu<br />igt nme bluetooth laptop dier: fidadida<br /><br />n then pe lagi ek...<br />hurrmmm.....<br />aze punye tagline of the year!!!<br />yg brbunyik sbegini: "KO PEHAL!!??"<br />yg diajukan kpade seseorang yg tdak dkenalinyer sjurus slepas owng tu ckp ngan lina: "bru balek outing ke?"<br />hahahaha... lina ni brutel btol arr...<br />ktike itu jgakla brputiknyer bunge2 cintan n jintan antare fifi n lina...<br />'romantik' btol.... huhuhu<br /><br />pastu jumpe lak ngan azrai...<br />yg then jdik my best fren whom i shared my darkest secret with..<br />huhuhuhu<br />ade paper yg aku miss??<br /><br />hmmmm...<br />tagline mr hardy? "the door"?? (yg mnjadi ikutan dan ringtone rmaje2 ktike itu?)<br />or kumpulan abba f20: fatin, faiz, rafiqah and emy/penan<br />ataupoun pmergian faiz yg akhrnye mnaikkn jwtn ak jdik ktue praktikum? huhuhu<br />sengsare tol..<br />hahahaha<br /><br />that's all la... for sem 1... pnat kowt nak tulis smpai 2 sem dlm stu post.. huhuhu<br />sem 2 nnti ak wat dlm post len arr next time<br />sem 2 lgi besh...<br />~ksah cinte yg brantakn antare bdak2 praktikum<br />~catfight (not one but two!!)<br />~bdak2 bru masok<br />~lecturer yg kewl.....<br />~pnubuhan group/gang baru...<br /><br />huhuhu... till next time!!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-685953684550916484?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-35862486224678899402010-06-20T10:20:00.000-07:002010-06-20T10:50:35.152-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I remember when you say don't be sad<br />and I reply to you don't be mad<br />cause I just can't do that<br />When you leave you bring my heart along<br />and I started to listen to sad songs<br />Every future I imagine seems wrong<br />cause you're not in it<br /><br />Death tear us apart like a sheet of paper<br />My tears flow like a heavy rain<br />in the middle of December<br />This heart so sorrow I can go insane<br />cause the only thing I'll remember<br />is the good times we had together<br /><br />Maybe happiness had left me far behind<br />If only you know how much I love you<br />Would fate dare to separate us?<br />If only you know how much pain I endure<br />Would time try to fight it own flows?<br />I doubt that...<br /><br />For how long?<br />I'll accompany my night with tears?<br />I'll accompany my day with gloom?<br />I want to walk straight again<br />I don't want to hunch in sadness anymore<br />but how can I do it<br />when you're hand don't hold mine?<br />walking this uncertain path of life together<br /><br />I'll keep this sorrow a secret<br />Till we meet again<br />I'll continue faking flawlessly<br />becoming a very good actor on my own stage of life<br />Stage that God created for the both of us<br />before you left<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3586248622467889940?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-84263840076339864502010-06-20T09:30:00.000-07:002010-06-20T10:00:04.551-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">suffering from back pain!!!<br />brmaen laptop sambil mniarap<br />esok dpt katil baru.... ngee~<br />can't wait after spending two nights sleeping on the floor<br />but I feel kinda sad tonight...<br />I seriously can't figure out why<br />maybe it's this Father's Day shit<br />and the fact that I've not celebrate it long enough to forget when it is celebrated<br />~sigh~<br />I miss abah.....<br />I miss all the things we used to do together<br />I hate growing up<br />I hate the fact that time was never a friend of mine<br />and for some unknown reason I keep reminiscing all the memories<br />even the smallest bits of it<br />like all the fun thing abah do just hilangkan our kebosanan when we're on a long trip<br />he'll told us to spell the name of the shop we passed<br />and then he'll do some singing or silat to hilangkan ngantok<br />or give us teka teki<br />damn we can have fun, like, wherever we are<br />I miss all of the past<br />my past<br />I don't want any now<br />I want nenek, atok, bibik casmi, tok wok, abah.....<br />I want them all back like how we used to be<br />I hate now<br />I hate how even hari raya is gloomy for us<br />how we were like so don't know where to go the first day of hari raya and we end up watching tv dkat rumah instead<br />it hurt everyday.......<br />it hurt to see mom working sooo hard just to put a smile on our face<br />how excellently she hides her sorrow<br />~sigh~<br />happy father's day, mom<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8426384007633986450?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-70221952905815028712010-06-18T06:59:00.000-07:002010-06-18T11:14:14.679-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">long time no blog<br />on tv3 is lara croft<br />watching Angelina Jolie on her zaman kegemilangan and then imagining Kim Kardashian trying to do the same<br />the stunts, that attitude.... and most of all, that skin tight suit...<br />ewwwww.....<br />now that remind me of Angelina Jolie's latest flick, Salt<br />looking forward in watching that<br />as much as I'm looking forward to watch Sex and The City 2 and Eclipse<br /><br />hmmm..... but can I watch it before i enter university?<br />gasp! university!<br />huhuhu.... I seriously don't know how to respond to this university thingy<br />mom is like 100xx more excited than me~<br />I'm like, fucking nervous here<br />making new friend is soooo not my thing<br />and mcm mane kalo i couldn't find anyone sekepale with me?<br />but on the other hand<br />I'm happy because I get the course that i want<br />and the university that offer the course is not so far from home too<br />maybe this is a stepping stone for me<br />like a first step<br />for me to become a wholly independent man<br />living my dream live all by myself<br />score in the course I'm taking<br />score a good job (good pay, lots of holiday: teacher)<br />buy an apartment<br />and collect money because after I've retired i wanna go and travel across the world!!<br />hmmm.... what a long-term goal<br /><br />nothing else to be blogged about<br />ciaou<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-7022195290581502871?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-82677125233714833472010-06-15T10:24:00.000-07:002010-06-15T10:57:17.374-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TBe-9i-Y9OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PX63WslMEG8/s1600/stopanimalcruelty_peta2slickrflickr_larger.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TBe-9i-Y9OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PX63WslMEG8/s320/stopanimalcruelty_peta2slickrflickr_larger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483061035916653794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ok... mood tonight: upset. really really upset.<br />aku baru je tangok video on how sorang prmpuan ni pijak anak kucing smpai mati!!<br />i know aku da mmbebel about it before<br />tapi tu gambo and now it is even worse! video!!<br />bcoz i'm sucks with technology so aku x reti mcm mane nk post it here<br />so mne2 kwn yang taw my facebook just watch it on my wall<br />I'm feeling really fuckin mad right now...<br />aku seriously x boleh watch the video until the end...<br />and worse?<br />I watch it while listening to the Glee soundtrack!!!<br />it just don't feel right especially when u're listening to Like A Virgin<br />~sigh~<br />nak aku mncarot lagi ker?<br />i just can't think of anything right now<br />it's really sad<br />please don't hurt animal... they're damn motherfucking innocent<br />they know nothing<br />they understand pain. they can feel pain.<br />but they can't stand up for themselves<br />they can't stand up againsts our machines.... weapons...<br />and in this case, our heels...<br />they don't know what to do<br />the best thing they can do<br />is continue living their life<br />with all the scars and pain<br />why can't these human beings understand?<br />what make them want to hurt these innocent animal sooo bad?<br />i really motherfuckin' don't know....<br />i really wish i could read their mind<br />so i can untangle their hatred........<br />at least maybe i can save those innocent creature..<br />i felt for them<br />sometime I even think God is unfair<br />for letting the kind one suffer more....<br />but there's a saying:<br />live miserably and die smiling<br />and I know God has for them a very lovely place in heaven<br />goodbye little creatures.....<br />your suffering will be paid with 10x delicacy, pleasure and all the good things<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8267712523371483347?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-42585755757511047322010-06-13T10:58:00.000-07:002010-06-13T11:28:47.178-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >I got some troubles but they won't last<br />I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass<br />And pretty soon all my troubles will pass<br />'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo<br />Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town<br /><br />I never had a dog that liked me some</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />Never had a friend or wanted one<br />So I just lay back and laugh at the sun<br />'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo<br />Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town<br /><br /><br /><br />Yesterday it rained in Tennessee</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />I heard it also rained in Tallahassee<br />But not a drop fell on little old me<br />'cause I was in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo<br />Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town<br /><br />If I had a million dollars or ten</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />I'd give to ya, world, and then<br />You'd go away and let me spend<br />My life in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo<br />Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town<br />La-la-la-la</span> <div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">*Sugar Town... I caught Zooey Deschanel (really love her and her sister, Emily!!!) singing it in 500 Days Of Summer (my current fav movie). This is one song that'll shoo you away, I'd say. hahaha.... hmmmm....... Is it possible if we do nothing all our problems would go away just like that? Everyday I wish I could do that, Maybe because I'm lazy or maybe because I'm just tired. People come and go in our life and when they go they leave this big shit in our heart. They call it the 'miss' or the 'all the good time we had together'. Why did they leave this shit only when they left? Well maybe because you can only leave a footprint once you had pass a particular place right? You step on it and you just leave it like that, most off the time without even looking back. Maybe I should pull this 'sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sho-sugar-town' kinda attitude.... Just taking live as easily as you can. Lying on those grass and let even a total stranger passer by step on you, leaving the marks. Hahahahaha. Life. What a joke*</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4258575575751104732?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-89332012300110429622010-06-09T10:13:00.000-07:002010-06-09T10:46:19.886-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Tired. I'll make it short this time. I had promise myself I'll sleep early tonight because my sleeping time had gone reverse. And I had this major headache that I usually have when I had a pimple and it'll be followed by a minor fever. Sigh. That's me.<br /><br />Ok. So I just finish watching The Killers a few hours ago. To be honest, I don't really know why I watch it. I'm no big fan of Katherine I'll-whine-until-I-get-a-good-script Heigl and to say that I watch it because of Ashton tweet-much-information Kutcher would be errr quite inappropriate for a guy. I'll blame it to the trailer then. Well, it is about normal girl, Jen (played by, duh, Kat Heigl) marrying a professional killer named Spencer (like, duh Ashton Kutcher, of course). Well, it is rather hard to call yourself a normal girl when two of the most important men in your life are a pro killer, right? That's what happen to Jen when she learned that her husband is a pro killer after her dad 'planted' (that is like 'hired') The Killers to kill his husband by turning everyone around his husband into a killer after his husband's boss turns bad and try to kill her dad. Whoaa... Too much killing going on here, dude. One of the reason I watch it also because it kinda reminisce Mr and Mrs Smith except there's no husband-wife killing each other in this movie. It was rather too short, too. Just when I starting to get all thrilled with all the killings, they kill it with somehow what they call it an ending. And the ending was rather lame. Not worth my money. I was expecting the same kinda adrenalin I had when watching Kickass or Avatar. It's different with Kickass actually. Long long time ago (not that long, just wanted to make it sounds dramatic), I was actually decided to watch Kickass because there's no other good movies left (except for Hooperz. They said it's actually quite decent) and I went into the movie theater with very low expectation but I went out feeling like slipping myself into a tight superhero suit and ready to kick some serious ass. That's what a good movie do to you: rule your mind. But with The Killers, I went into the movie theater with, well sorta, good expectation (curse you, trailer!) and ended up with my adrenaline 'killed'. And don't let me start on Prince of Persia too! And I remember watching this malay movie called 'Kecoh Betul' and damn it I swear to God that'll be the last time I'll ever watch malay movie at the cinema. I beg you, for God sake, please don't let me recall that.<br /><br />Hmmm.... Maybe I should stick my chick-flick. Can't wait for Sex and The City 2!!!!<br />And since when do I start blogging about this movie stuff!!??<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8933201230011042962?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-86092432387383244902010-06-07T12:31:00.000-07:002010-06-07T12:48:44.320-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TA1Mzmx3bHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wk9A__am8e8/s1600/Image039.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TA1Mzmx3bHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wk9A__am8e8/s320/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480120771046501490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3.28 am and just finish watching sex and the city the movie<br />hahahaha<br />yeah.... way too late right?<br />now i can't wait to watch sex and the city 2!!!<br />i wonder why i'm so into chick-flick<br />maybe it's in me. muahahahaha! (ape aku mrepek ni?)<br />yeah, i mean<br />confession of a shopaholic?<br />the leap year?<br />desperate housewives? gossip girl? ugly betty?<br />owh, I just wish my life is as fabulous as them<br />but things like that is hard to find here<br />hahaha<br />suddenly tringat pulak at bunch of guys that me and my friends called SATC kat matriks dulu<br />well they're not that fabulous<br />and they wear cheap shoes too<br />and worst?<br />all of them wear the same shoes!!!! big OMG moment there...<br />what is this some kinda club or something??<br />hak hak hak<br />me and my friends always digging dirty gossips about these bunch of guys<br />(guys gossip too, so what!?)<br />ahhh... i miss those days<br />i miss afeq text massage that sounds like this:<br />"wey hawaw, nak turun makan x?"<br />what a true friend he is<br />chatting with azrai about all those (sis-you-know-what) stuff *giggle*<br />uncle scro with his attics<br />and then hangout together by the fish pond<br />gossiping, laughing together, taking picture, uploading it on facebook and penohkan notification aku until i don't even know where to even start.<br />hahahaha<br />sadly dowang tak bgi kitowang stay too long at matrics after the exam<br />we were dihalau kluar as soon as our exam was over<br />and our farewell party.. well there's not even a party at all<br />hahahaha<br />now we're all far away (not really far away just wanted to make it sounds dramatic) and we barely(actually never) hangout together again<br />i really miss giving that damn fish bread<br />~sigh~<br />maybe we're all not girlish enough?<br />to go screaming when we see a friend surprisingly surprise us by making a surprise appearance on our doorstep with others looking surprised?<br />ok now I'm merepek-ing<br />and that was a joke<br />i mean, the girlish thingy<br />whatever<br />nighties blogger ^^<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8609243238738324490?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-7979977698839976412010-06-06T08:40:00.000-07:002010-06-06T09:09:26.333-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dancin to La Roux's Bulletproof.<br />hohoho<br />hmmmm... more like dirty dancin actually. whateverlah!<br />that's all I do during this long holiday before I enter university<br />hmmmm....<br />can't wait to meet new friends (sooo darjah satu punye karangan LOL), get annoyed and..... jeng jeng jeng<br />have new crush! hohoho<br />by then maybe aku akn tulis mende2 yg lebeyh brmakne (aka jiwang) kat blog niyh<br />maybe even write a song<br />but for now I'm just going to talk craps until people say, "wow... tak sangke dier camniey"<br />hahahaha<br />paper jek la...<br />suddenly aku teringat plak ngan crad (pronounce si-rad)<br />hanging out with her at bpmall last....errmmm... last saturday kowt<br />yesterday! hahahaha<br />ngan adek dier..... errrmmm... haziq ker hasif ker gitu la nmenyer<br />muahahahaha (aku tls camniey sbab ak taw ko bce blog aku crad!)<br />lgi skali... muahahahahaha!!!<br />pastu dier ckp nak blikan ak hamster<br />pastu ak ngan muke kompius tnye ar die, "lu pehal!? nak blikn gua hamster plak?"<br />ngan gaye cool lagi brgaye<br />pastu crad ngan tkot2 jwb ar, "maaf tuan lokman... saye rase kesian tgk tuan lokman bru khilngn hamster... saye nges bace post2 tuan lokman kat facebook ngan blog niyh... ishk3.." sambil mngesat air mtenye yang mngalir ngan bntal pelok brbentok caterpillar yg djual d grai brhmpiran... (dptkn d psrn skarang!!)<br />ak dlm hati seraya brkate ngan nada bangge, "waaahhh... ade gak yg ter-efek ngan post2 ak yg mncarot lagi mngarot trsebot. hohohoho"<br />pastu ak mmndang crad smbil brkate ngan gaye ala2 hero filem mlayu klasik, " tak mngapa crad. wlaupoun hatiku trgores dan mnang(?) akibat khilangan panda, tatapi aku tatap mrelakan pmergiannya"<br />crad poun knon2 mmberi alsan untok mmbasoh tgn slepas mngambek chicken chop adeknye tros brlari2 anak untok ke tndas brhmpiran. ak taw crad sbenonye nak mnanges trharu ngan statement ak sbentar tdi tpi ak wat kewl jek. biase2 jek la kan?<br />hmmm....<br />tu jek la aku nak ckp mlm niyh<br />hmmm....<br /><br />p.s: mrepek suda.... ;p<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-797997769883997641?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-73592886000553064172010-06-04T11:25:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:42:21.534-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAlI7Yd__0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/H2erhMmaG8o/s1600/imageser.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAlI7Yd__0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/H2erhMmaG8o/s320/imageser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478990606690680642" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I love Bella Swan. I just love her attitude. The I'm-miserable-because-I-just-can't-live-normally-although-I-live-in-somewhere-called-Forks-with-my boring-dad kinda attitude. Sometime, ok, most of the time I just wanted to be like her. She just think about herself. Well, she's the one dating all the monsters here but... I just don't know.. it seems cool to be a squashed fruit, ignoring everyone around you and just live your life to the min. Get it? I want to be a squashed fruit. Is it wrong to think that your life's miserable? I mean, at least Bella had a 100-something-years-old vampire going crazy over her (surprisingly not for blood) and a hunky werewolf who would do anything to get her (surprisingly not for flesh) and she have a beautiful pair of legs!!! But me? What do I have? I'm not good looking. I talk to my hamster as if they could understand me while they're busy biting the cage and eating their own poops. I'm the one who's miserable here. I know I can't get anything(or maybe anyone) I like so I gave up and act like it's some kinda rebellious act. I've been acting very cold instead of cool. Sometime I just want the world to resolve around me. I want to be invinsible. No one to care and no one to be cared. But acting like that when I'm surrounded by other people would be rather annoying. It's hard when other people's perception matters when they're not the one filling our shoes. And sometime they don't even know us! ugh! Annoying! <br /></span></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAlFDWnQxNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oWa4zN9S6tw/s1600/0115-tm.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAlFDWnQxNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oWa4zN9S6tw/s320/0115-tm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478986345585099986" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-7359288600055306417?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-22991851597371647912010-06-04T10:23:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:13:11.735-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAlBzq2odfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wyM2K5Lk4d4/s1600/fs_.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAlBzq2odfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wyM2K5Lk4d4/s320/fs_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478982777605486066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">funny. I'm currently listening to songs once I heard and say, "gross! I'll never listen to that!". hmmm... it varies from Faith Hill's There You'll Be, Martina Mcbride's I Just Call You Mine and the most embarrassing? Bette Midler's Wind Beneath My Wings. why, you ask? well those songs are kinda beautiful. hmmm.... and the rest I blame it to my hormone. hmmm.... whatev.<br /><br />so someone asked me this question on formspring.me:</span></span><br /><h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Let say u hav 2 choices: 1)An angelic beauty who u hav been dreaming of all ur life but sumhow lack of intelligence(shallow minded) 2)An average young woman with adequate beauty,attitude and intelligence Who wud u marry? Think real deep. Answer honestly. </span></h2><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why did I publish it here? well, I kinda like this question. beauty and brain. which one to choose? people usually ask this question to guys and the guys will answer, "of course brain. why would I make myself look stupid by saying beauty? but I can make myself look more intelligent by saying 'both' but that's too cliche and somehow it sounds gay-ish so I'll stick to brain.". hmmm....<br /><br />why did I like this question? just to prove I'm a little bit different from guys out there. ok, I'm a freak, so what!? of course I'll choose the one with more brain(figuratively) than beauty.but unlike many other guys out there, I don't just say it base on nothing. I love girls who wear big funny specs with her hair covering her face, walking with that hunching posture like the world doesn't seem to notice her. I don't know why my idea of a perfect girl is so weird. hmmm... how did I explain this? I don't know... they seem to be the one who needs love best. get it? plus, I'd rather be with an average girl rather than the most popular girl in town. I think girl like that is made for horny guys and will be fated to live a miserable, lonely life. (now who's shallow here? or maybe i just watch too much You Belong With Me video clips)<br /><br />to people who'll be reading this, they might go, "what the...." whatever-lah! what's wrong with adequate beauty anyway? as long as they have fair complexion, don't wear knee-length socks and wool knitted cardigan, it'll be ok with me. healthy hair would do too. and what with this person asking me with whom I'm wanted to be married with? it would be better if this person ask me, "<span style="font-weight: bold;">who wud u rather be wit?</span>". hmmm.... I think I know who ask me this question based on that english... and for the record, I don't dream about someone shallow-minded. muahahahaha!!! matter fact I've not dream of anyone since the last, like, four hours! how about that!!?? huh!<br /><br />so, in the end, what is the real reason I choose women with brain? enough with the question already! you know why!<br /><br />ps: to be truth, I'm still too young and rebellious to answer that question so sorry if I talk craps! ;p<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2299185159737164791?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-28500068995179370382010-06-03T10:06:00.000-07:002010-06-03T10:40:10.276-07:00<blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">so it's June already and I can't wait to do my year end fashion review. God, I love fashion blogging! but till then, here's some dress that I can assure you I'll put it in my list of Top Fashion Hits of 2010. well, at least until I find something more fabulous dress to put in that list. Enjoy..^^<br /><br /><br />~Alicia Keys took a risk and can look as if she just walks out from a pile of rubbish with piles of pieces of paper being glued to her. But she works this dress just right and my, it's a work of art!<br /></span></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfnNJpNDRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eMkV9JS_xvM/s1600/alicia+keys+at+keep+a+child+alive.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfnNJpNDRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eMkV9JS_xvM/s320/alicia+keys+at+keep+a+child+alive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478601684832554258" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~This vintage dress Michelle William was wearing really caught my attention. Maybe because of her new pixie do. One of my favourite.<br /></span></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfmuT3mkzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nb7vsEibmgE/s1600/michelle-williams+at+cannes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfmuT3mkzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nb7vsEibmgE/s320/michelle-williams+at+cannes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478601155001357106" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~This girl is surely going to make it on my list! To be honest, Diane Kruger can wear a potato sack and she'll still make it to my list. Love her so damn much!!!<br /></span></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfl8bFxPCI/AAAAAAAAALw/3ymwVrsLeqE/s1600/diane-kruger-no6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfl8bFxPCI/AAAAAAAAALw/3ymwVrsLeqE/s320/diane-kruger-no6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478600297946364962" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~What is fashion without drama right? Sarah Jessica Parker prove just that in this bulky Alexander Mcqueen creation and one attention-seeking headpiece.<br /></span></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAflPaJp0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/5Tb7uJI1vgc/s1600/sarah-jessica-parker+at+satc+premiere.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAflPaJp0dI/AAAAAAAAALo/5Tb7uJI1vgc/s320/sarah-jessica-parker+at+satc+premiere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599524600107474" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~I don't know if it is the dress or simply because she have an amazing body but Camilla Belle sure rocks this pink frock! She'll be on my list too.<br /></span></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfkxROvKsI/AAAAAAAAALg/DGeZl2KyrQA/s1600/camilla-belle-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfkxROvKsI/AAAAAAAAALg/DGeZl2KyrQA/s320/camilla-belle-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478599006809434818" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~K aty Perry in this red striped dress is just too hot to not make it on my list. I heart that equally red-hot clutch!!</span></span><br /></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfkSnhmXgI/AAAAAAAAALY/XZJQ0WT989s/s1600/katy-perry+golden+globes+after+party.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAfkSnhmXgI/AAAAAAAAALY/XZJQ0WT989s/s320/katy-perry+golden+globes+after+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478598480218185218" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2850006899517937038?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-14513403778923550542010-06-02T09:47:00.000-07:002010-06-02T10:30:21.012-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dolu2 aku igt aku ade buat list about bende yang aku nak buat seblom aku, maybe, 80 or 70 ker... gitu ar... I've lost the list but it involve a lot of fairy-tale-like thingy (I know. that's soo gay, right?). but, whatever. I'm going to share it anyway and let my 6 followers laughing at me sambil cakap, "tolongla.... hahahahahaha"<br /><br />so it contains something like this:<br /></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">build a cottage on a grassland with small river flowing on my backyard.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">live in somewhere where it'll be foggy in the morning.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">experience a freezing post-winter spring on a mountain sides with the flowers freshly bloomed.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">experience sunrise and sunset at Norway Fjords</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">there's many more but I can't quite remember... hmmm... all that moment is magical to me and sadly, you can't plan something magical and even if you plan it, you'll turn out to be disappointed. I mean, post-winter spring? flowers freshly bloomed? seeing the melted ice drip from the tip of the leaves? who am I? some kinda mother earth diva or something? the last one might not be that, hmmm, hard to achieve, i think. but I don't know... there's still a lot of things I want to do in this world and I hope I'll die or something happen before I can even try to achieve it so I don't end up being, "oh, I'm all old and smelly but I've achieve none of my dreams... my back! my back!". ~sigh~but as we grow up, dreams kept on catching us and say, "tag, you're it!" and we'll keep chasing them back (my, that's a nice statement. I might want to make it my facebook status later). hmmm.... as I grow up, too, I started developing new dreams, adding many more possibly impossible things on my list, like:<br /><br /></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">design a dress for lady gaga (don't ask me why)<br /></span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">write a song for taylor swift (stop asking me why)</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">be super rich and influential I can tell the whole world to stop abusing the animals and they'll listen like dogs taking order from their owner... muahahahaha!!! errr... ahem2.</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">and that's about it. impossible eh? and all the things that I put in my list, they have one very similarity (except for it is all rated 'impossible'); I wanna do it all alone. I didn't put 'getting married' or 'finding the love of my life'. like, duh... who would want that in life. people who wanted to get married is actually getting themselves prepared to be abused in terms of 'privacy policy'. they'll have to share everything from rooms, food and even toilet... ewww.... but if people ask me, "so do you believe in coupling?", I'll say, "hell no!!". coupling is far worst. at least people who were married, even if they were abused in that terms, they still have a... errmm... what they call it... 'status yang pasti' like that lah... but if you're a couple, you'll not just letting yourself being abused (maybe even sexually) in terms of privacy policy but you also don't have.. err.. 'status yang pasti'. errr... like that lah. hmmm... that's far more sucks!!<br /><br />so, in conclusion, I'm not going to let myself being abused by some kinda motherf**king bitch who insists that sharing toilets is actually the way to each others heart. I'll stick to googling for Norway Fjords images and keep on playing 'tag you're it' with my dreams..... lalalalalalala<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1451340377892355054?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-6977493628708468462010-06-02T09:41:00.000-07:002010-06-02T09:46:16.845-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> It must have been cold there in my shadow,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> to never have sunlight on your face.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> You were content to let me shine, that's your way.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> You always walked a step behind.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> So I was the one with all the glory,</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> while you were the one with all the strength.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> A beautiful face without a name for so long.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> A beautiful smile to hide the pain.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Did you ever know that you're my hero,</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> and everything I would like to be?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I can fly higher than an eagle,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> It might have appeared to go unnoticed,</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> but I've got it all here in my heart.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I would be nothing without you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Did you ever know that you're my hero?</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> You're everything I wish I could be.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I could fly higher than an eagle,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Did I ever tell you you're my hero?</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> You're everything, everything I wish I could be.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Oh, the wind beneath my wings.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> so high I almost touch the sky.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Thank you, thank you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings. </span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">*I dedicate this song to two of the most inspirational women in my life; kakak and mak. huhuhu..<br />the lyrics is so beautiful... and to kakak, I know u'll read this, good luck for your exam!!!! chaiyok2!!! gambatte!!! fightin!!! huhuhu... wlaupn kakak suke hang up mase ngah skype pastu tuduh man yg hang up tpi man ta kesah.. kite lupeknla sje kisah nan lalu an? an? an? huhuhu..<br />I'll be the wind beneath your wings anytime... ;) enjoy*<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-697749362870846846?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-34330527567013136942010-05-31T10:00:00.000-07:002010-05-31T10:27:51.416-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">You talk about him a lot in front of me<br />And I'll just listen cause he's all that you see<br />I look at your beautiful eyes and hoping that you're mine<br />While you get yourself carried away by his cloud nine<br /><br />You turn to me when he break your heart<br />I pull you back together when you're falling apart<br />I pick up the broken pieces and with love I mend<br />The broken heart of the person who only thought me as friend<br /><br />Why can't you see the tears in my heart?<br />The scream of love I was trying to hide<br />Or the look in my eyes when I 'm trying to show<br />How without you I'm so down and low<br /><br />I want to write a beautiful song just for you<br />And sing it to the whole world just so they know this feeling is true<br />But I'm afraid I'll go north and I'll go south<br />When the words "Let just be friend." come from your mouth<br /><br />I want to keep you right here by my side<br />Although it's other's hand that keep you warm at night<br />When I look from the distance you're happy and laughing<br />I'll smile with joy although my heart is crying<br /><br />There will be one day when I've had enough<br />When this feeling in my heart, I 'm enable to bluff<br />The path of life is still long, it won't always be straight<br />But the thought of you'll still linger in the corner of my head<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*<span style="font-size:100%;">write this based on my own experience. I mean, it sucks right? falling in love with your friend, don't want them to know because you're afraid it'll ruin the friendship and worse, if they love someone else. what sucks the most? when they came to you when they had problems with their lovers... ugh! and then we'll act nicely and say, "don't worry.. it'll be just fine" when we actually want to say, "leave that jerks already! I'm here for you..". ~sigh~ hahaha... that's life, full if 'sigh's... enjoy^^ *<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3433052756701313694?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-6567837189690632182010-05-29T12:19:00.000-07:002010-05-29T12:41:25.811-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3.20 am<br />still grieving<br />knaper radio niyh asek play sad song har..<br />ok, dats a lie<br />ak yg nak dengo lgue2 sedeyh kt mp3 player ak....<br />sigh....<br />I miss my Panda...<br />so wat<br />so wat kalo ak nk sedeyh sdangkn owng akn ckp,<br />"come on, it's just a hamster"<br />hmmm...<br />n then ak tringat kakak ckp,<br />"kite leyh control prasaan kiter n kakak mmg suke sedawe kuat2... burrpp..."<br />ye ker?<br />n then aku ckp,<br />"manusie takleyh control feeling dowang, downg cume leyh control action yg di-derive-kan drpde feeling dowang jek.."<br />x pahm?<br />contohnyer camniey:<br />kite taleyh control samade kite nak rase sedeyh or not<br />tpi kite bleyh control samade kite nak ngs or not<br />x pahm lgi?<br />stu lgi contoh:<br />kiter taleyh control whether kite nak marah kat seseorang atau tak<br />ape yg kite bleyh control adela, samade:<br />a) kite nak pcahkn paler orng trsebot<br />b) kite nak tengking orang tersebot<br />c) balas dndam scare halus n snyap2, or<br />d) memaafkn orng tu ngan pnoh ikhlas (read: boring)<br />hmmm...<br />bijak kn pnerangan ak?<br />biase2 je la...<br /><br />hurrrmmm<br />and then aku ngan kakak argue lgie<br />tpi sbab aku da mnang n kakak taw ak da mnang so ape yg dier ckap pastu tros jdik pointless...<br />muahahahahaha!!!<br />(ps: ak ktok ko sbab ak taw ko bace blog ak, kakak! skali lgi)<br />muahahahahaha!!!<br /><br />tpi ntah lar.....<br />i mean, kalo kiter bleyh control feeling kiter,<br />of coz kite sumer nak jdik gembire kn?<br />tpi ape pointnyer jdik happy kalo kiter ta penah rase x hepi?<br />hhmmm...<br />feelings<br />they're unexplained science<br />lebeyh misteri dripada misteri angkase raye<br />or misteri pnamat kpade citer Lost (btw, citer tu da tmt poun so da x misteri lgi but I heard the ending sucks!! nseb aek ar ak ta penah tgk citer uh. huhuhu)<br /><br />so, guys<br />kalo ade owng cakap ngan kowang,<br />"don't be sad"<br />kowang cakap ngan dier,<br />"fuck off, bitch!! who are u to tell me what to feel? my nanny?"<br />and dats what I call attitude<br />muahahahahahaha!!!<br />so jgn kowang brani2 nak ckap ngan ak,<br />"don't be sad.. it's just a hamster"<br />kalo korang tanak kne caci maki caci maki saja diriku.. (lgu sheilaon7)<br />huhuhuhu<br />Panda..... come back to me...<br />huhuhuhu<br />(T_T)<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-656783718969063218?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-89164921263839540742010-05-28T08:27:00.000-07:002010-05-28T12:25:00.284-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAATHEcDeMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4sw3XcKpMio/s1600/Image000+%285%29.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/TAATHEcDeMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4sw3XcKpMio/s320/Image000+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476398159053945026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I don't know what to say today....<br />Panda da tglkn akue...<br />macam tue jek...<br />He left me like I'm nothing to him<br />Same like everyone else...<br />He look as if he's in a very deep sleep<br />Like he's in the sweetest dream he could ever had...<br />Panda..<br />You've finally free<br />you won't be bounded by this steel cage anymore<br />tader sape nak halang panda maen skang<br />Your playground will be as wide as the blue sky<br />pasniey takyah la panda gigit2 sngkar besi lagi^^<br />Cian Panagris...<br />sunyi jek tader panda...<br /><br />Panda...<br />saper la nk tmankn papa maen2 pasniey?<br />sapernak hburkn hati papa mase papa dok sowang2 kat umah?<br />sape nak bwat papa ktawe mase papa ngah moody?<br />Although I know you never love me like I did<br />well, you're a hamster, what can I expect right?<br />hahaha<br />tpi Panda slalu wat papa ktawe<br />like what a true friend would do<br />papa ta prnah sedeyh kalo ngan Panda<br />sometimes I just wonder?<br />Am I fated to be alone<br />You guys left me like I have no feeling whatsoever<br />I'm tired....<br />faking all this smile<br />making everyone laugh while I'm torn inside<br />as everything that makes me laugh being taken away<br />Maybe you can call me crazy<br />or a lonely freak<br />I just don't care anymore<br /><br />Panda...<br />mne lgiey la papa akn dpt tgk muke yg comel tu?<br />Maen brgayut2 kat sngkar...<br />Sneak out dri sngkar pastu mrayap stu rumah<br />pastu nek chu trjret2 tgk pnda jln<br />I miss you so much...<br />I feel so lonely<br />Fate<br />grab you away from me just like that<br />as if I can feel no pain<br />as if this heart is made of steel<br />like how it grabs away everyone else<br />one by one away from me...<br /><br />Panda...<br />I'll continue walking on this path of life<br />though very exhausted<br />until we meet again^^<br />I'll never stop<br />I've given up on being happy<br />I'm sorry I can't stop myself from loving<br />I can't help but to keep you in my heart<br />although it'll leave a big hole in it<br />because I love you<br />Farewell, Panda<br />Fate torn us apart<br />and<br />Fate will bring us together again<br /><br />Love,<br />someone who love you more that anyone in this world<br />who granted you more than just a pet<br />someone who's lonely enough<br />to be stupid enough<br />to love you more than anything in this world<br />Goodbye.<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8916492126383954074?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-43395085515587357762010-05-27T10:51:00.000-07:002010-05-27T11:36:02.678-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S_67iLBo6QI/AAAAAAAAALI/6g0QAvoePio/s1600/460_0___30_0_0_0_0_0_sueno_1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S_67iLBo6QI/AAAAAAAAALI/6g0QAvoePio/s320/460_0___30_0_0_0_0_0_sueno_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476020392678713602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The night I dream of you<br />Is the night where I'll have sweet dreams<br />If only I knew it was only a dream<br />I'll hug you and kiss you<br />cry and tell you how sucks my life is<br />before the time is up<br />Before the giant spotlight flashes my tightly closed eyes<br />with a river of warmth<br /><br />The night I dream of you<br />I smile in my sleep<br />My eyes glitter with tears<br />The night cover me with blanket of stars<br />as I lies on the bed of soft, green grass<br />If miracle only happened in dream<br />Please don't wake me up<br /><br />The night I dream of you<br />Was it suppose to hurt?<br />As I stood there watching you with blank eyes<br />The words I want to say<br />The things I want to do<br />Stuck in somewhere nowhere to be found in my head<br />You're a living statue in front of me<br />yet I can't even say,<br />"I miss you so much"<br />Is this how dreams suppose to be?<br />You can think but you'll can never do<br />You can feel but you'll never know if it is true<br />Release me from this gas chamber<br />that keep releasing the breathe of hope<br />The time machine<br />that chains me to the warp of the past<br />Is it suppose to be confusing?<br />Is it suppose to be hard?<br /><br />The night I dream of you<br />It was suppose to be a sweet dreams<br />We suppose to laugh together<br />Spending time like it never runs<br />Before the whole world shout, "times up!"<br /><br />The night I dream of you<br />I wet my bed with tears<br />The fire that light the star starts to dim<br />the green grass starts to drown<br />I wake up with my mind fully operating<br />Trying to answers the illogical irrational<br />Why didn't I say it?<br />Why can't I say it?<br />"I miss you, Dad."<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4339508551558735776?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-51018898311645386232010-05-26T12:27:00.000-07:002010-05-26T12:52:48.485-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hello blogers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">assalamualaikum</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">wassup</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">posting this in a total upset</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ak bru tgk gambo niyh</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">mcamne seorang pompuan ni pijak seekor kitten smpai mati and then continue pijak-ing until mate kitten trsebot ter-popped kluar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ak rase cam nak nanges jek tengok gambo uh.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ya Allah, pe nak jdik la dunie skang niyh</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">bile pk2 balik, looking at my hamsters n all that</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i'd never hurts an animal (exception for small, tiny, harmful insects)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">even bntang yg plng ak bnci, lipas (wlaupun actually ak xkan bnh downg sbab ak geli n x sgup to even touch them) and tikus and cicak.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sbab bile dfikirkn balek, animals don't have a facial expression</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">kite tataw kalo dowang sedeyh ke, marah ke, saket ker</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">cam hamster ak an, kalo dowang saket poun muke dowang tetap cumel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">macam kite saket tpi kite tanak owng tahu kite saket n tanak orang tu sedeyh so kite continue buat muke comel just to make orang tu hepi....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tu yg wat aku sedeyh sangat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sometime ak nk ckp kat dowang: "tell me what are you fucking feeling already!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~sigh~</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">pastu ak teringat video orng bunuh ank anjeng laut just to get their fur</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">what is that guys?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">orng jenis ape yg sgt tak berperasaan snggup wat camtu!?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">shame on you!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">camne la agaknye korang rase kalo anak2 korang kene bunuh pastu kulit dier kene siat2.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">oh, i wish that poor cub's mother will did just that for revenge</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but no. animal knows no revenge. their hearts are pure, unlike us.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">korang ckp binatang tu bodo, tader akal</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tapi korang tu? tuhan bagi akal poun ape gunenyer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">n then aku teringat lak iklan kat tv psl pmbuangan bayi</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">it goes like this,</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >"di kalangan bintng xde manusie<br />tpi d klngn manusie ade bntng"<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">malu? dbndingkn dgn binatang?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tak</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">binatang tu yg patot malu dbandingkn dgn korang!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tader bnatang yg x sayng anak, tpi rmai je mnusie yg x sayang anak</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tader bnatang yg sgop tnm ank dier hidop2, tpi ade jek mnusie bwat camtu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">yeap, dowang mmg tader akal tpi at least kdudukn downg lgi mulie dri mnusie2 kji yg bwat mnde2 camtu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i'm writing this with anger and sadness ranging in my heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i literally cried when i remember those pictures</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">the horrrible visuals i'll never be able to erase from my memory</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">why do we have to be so cruel to this innocent creature?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ak bknnyer vegetarian</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ak just nk ckp, kalo kiter boleh respect other creatures, then who wouldn't respect us?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tuhan bagi kite akal bukan untuk dkuasai oleh nafsu...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">fikirknlah...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'm gonna cried myself to sleep tonight</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nitez....</span><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5101889831164538623?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-88402126722248463342010-05-25T08:37:00.000-07:002010-05-31T07:18:05.966-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I remember the first time I saw you<br />You're my friend's crush, secretly mine too<br />With that funny style of walking,<br />you step straight into my heart.<br />But no, it's not love at first sight.<br /><br />I ignore the feeling at first<br />But i can't, when the sky start to held a cotton candy party<br />when every night held a wishing star shower<br />the only thing that I wish is for you to be here<br /><br />because<br /><br />If you tell me you love me I'll believe in you<br />Even if you say you loathe me I'll never hate you<br />Oh, love, how stupid it is<br />Because I swear to God I've never felt like this<br /><br />I smile idiotically while lying in my bed<br />When I'm all alone I suddenly feel sad<br />I wanna write 'I love you' on your facebook wall<br />or do something crazy like staying up waiting for your call<br />Oh, love, how crazy it is<br />Cause, seriously, I've never felt like this<br /><br />I watch you secretly in the lecture hall<br />and babble about it in my twitter page and blog<br />But maybe I need some wake up call<br />cause the sacred sentence haven't blurted out from your mouth.<br /><br />Your eyes had said it in the awkward silence<br />The radio keep playing stupid love song<br />Baby, tell me what's wrong<br />Don't just stare at me please say something<br /><br />because<br /><br />Please tell me you love me, that's what I've been waiting<br />How can you be so quiet when this heart just skip a beating?<br />Oh, love, how painful it is<br />Because I swear to God I've never felt like this<br /><br />All the stupid message I've been sending<br />All the cool face expression, I'm tired of pretending<br />Is it too crazy if I write on your facebook wall<br />or even crazier if I give you a call<br />Oh, love, how confusing it is<br />Cause, seriously, I've never felt like this<br /><br />As time went by, college day will be over soon<br />That look on your eyes still make me swoon<br />but I still wait and wait like a stupid person<br />cause the hope in my heart won't go away for no reason<br /><br />because<br /><br />Please tell me I'm stupid cause cause I'm still waiting<br />In my heart it is always raining<br />Till the day you told me 'I love you'<br />and I'll reply gently, 'me too'<br />and we'll chat and laugh at our stupidity<br />dodging each others feeling, challenging insanity<br />Though i know the day will never come<br />You will always be in my mind<br />Cause you're the only one who'll always remind me<br /><br />Oh, love.....<br />Oh, love.....<br />The emotional-coaster ride is breathtaking<br />I'm still feeling dizzy<br />Cause,like, seriously...<br />I've never felt like this<br />Hmmm.....<br />Hmmm.....<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">*wrote this song for suke2..^^ inspired by taylor swift's Fifteen. it was rather a story than a song.. huhuhu.. about a girl who like a boy and know the boy likes her too but sadly the boy had no guts to tell her his feeling (read:loser..). enjoy*<br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8840212672224846334?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-24138682092130605232010-05-24T12:41:00.000-07:002010-05-24T12:54:45.442-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3.41 am..... time to go "cuckoo... cuckoo...." again.<br />can't sleep at night. sigh.<br />it's funny coz once i closed my laptop and lying on my bed, off-ing to bed, i'll always get an idea on what to post.<br />but now... blank.<br />nothing.<br />i don't know... feeling kinda shitty right now.<br />i don't know why i always feel shitty.<br />i always feels that i have the suck-est life in the whole world.<br />sometime<br />i just wanna get out of this place and start a new life.<br />live quietly in a remote place.<br />i'm thinking a cottage, build on a wide, green field<br />at the back of it<br />a small river flows lazily and it'll be foggy in the morning.<br />huhuhu... then will i only say, "what a life!"<br />hmmm,... but now, i'm back to my shitty state.<br />why am i always feel shitty, you ask?<br />don't know.<br />hormone kot.<br />whatever~<br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2413868209213060523?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-32343881956377933502010-05-23T11:25:00.000-07:002010-05-23T11:48:57.866-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">it's 3am... time to go babble...babble...babble again.<br />well i'm listening to lily allen's Friday while posting this and my finger feels as if it is dancing on the keyboard. hahaha..<br />nice-lah... that song....<br />hmmm.....<br />tomorrow<br />ok... the song finish already, can get back to my blogging.<br />where am i just now?<br />oh, yes! tomorrow...<br />hmmm....<br />my friend is going back to matrics<br />he have to repeat the program all over again..<br />and i feel sad for him..<br />is that even right? ~sigh~ hmmm...<br />seriously.<br />i'm getting confuse all over again<br />he's one of my best friend<br />the one that i share my darkest secrets with<br />i'm, like, sad.. i don't know why<br />why does he have to went trough all of that shit again?<br />it's not fair<br />he's a very kind person<br />but feeling sad for him is, like, 'mrendah2kn' him.<br />get that? (ok, i can't find the word. so what?)<br />hurrmmm....<br />i don't get the kind-person-will-always-struggle-more-in-life shit<br />it's not like i believe in that shit shown on every single indonesian drama (that's worst than bullshit!)<br />it's only that.. you know.. kinda like the good-person-will-always-go-first shit.<br />why don't the bad guy go first? (singing michael jackson's 'heal the world')<br />and why don't the bitches is the one who have to struggle? (well, they do struggle but i mean in the other way, geddit?)<br />ok, back to my friend<br />he have another, ahem, 'friend'. let call him @$$hole.<br />well, @$$hole is a jerk<br />my friend has been so nice to him, like spend many money on him.<br />well, besides being a jerk, @$$hole also come from a hard-earned family.<br />so after all that, we finish our matriculation programme, @$$hole call my friend and said he was the reason @$$hole can't concentrate on his study.. yada yada yada..<br />and my friend was so heartbroken by that<br />he keep calling me and talk about it<br />and he usually end the conversation with: "entahla.. aku tak taw la..."<br />hmmm...<br />and then @$$hole got trough and it is my friend who have to repeat!<br />ugh! @$$hole is such an asshole!<br />i believe my friend is the one who can't concentrate on his study spending too much time with @$$hole! err... that doesn't sound right...<br />whatever it is, my friend deserve better..<br />i felt for him.. if i can, i will go back to matrics and repeat together with him<br />i mean, he's always been there with me when i'm in, let me say, shitty situation.<br />hmmm.... did i say too much?<br />hope he didn't read my blog..<br />whatever.. maybe i should go back to fashion blogging.. whattaya think?<br />owh, and it's not even 3am yet.<br />~sigh~<br />lily allen's 'Friday'.. nice song... hmm...<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3234388195637793350?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-91634330007622739822010-05-23T08:03:00.000-07:002010-05-23T08:10:00.776-07:00Don't keep being good to me, don't be good to me anymore<br /><br />It will be better if you were cold to me,<br />or better if you showed no attention to me<br /><br />Taking the dust off your clothes,<br />Unconsciously leaning on my shoulder when you smile<br /><br />It's only a habit, I try to erase you out of my life and try to keep myself busy,<br />but I keep thinking of you and thinking of you like a picture taken with my eyes<br /><br />Don't keep being good to me, don't be good to me anymore<br />I don't want to be on my knees towards love and be hurt again<br /><br />Just in case if you're not thinking the same as me,<br />if someone asks, just placidly tell them its just someone you know<br /><br />That late night phone-call few days ago,<br />it wasn't that I couldn't answer but I didn't want to answer<br /><br />I'm afraid I'll say I miss you when I'm drunk,<br />and it will be like nothing happened in the next morning<br /><br />I miss the time when I had everything in the world with love,<br />but I cannot find that way back<br /><br />Could it be you that think the same way, that you and I think the same way<br />I anticipate again and wait. Like a fool in front of love<br /><br />but I keep hesitating in front of you like a fool<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*kakak introduce this songs to me.it is really meaningful. make me go, "been there, done that!". hahahaha. huhuhuhu....*</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-9163433000762273982?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-17165330724503951562010-05-22T09:41:00.000-07:002010-05-22T10:38:20.260-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i put the blossoming flower in my hand<br />which suppose to be yours to hold.<br />i wait and wait.<br />it might be spring now<br />but it'll always winter in my heart.<br />as i search for the light of hope<br />i let the flower wilt in my hand<br />i let the snow melt in my anger.<br />where are you!?<br />where are you when i need you here!?<br />i search for you in this endless blossoming hope of spring<br />but the only thing i could find is the endless tear of winter.<br />have you forgotten me?<br />i lay down on the cloud of spring.<br />the sun kiss my cheek<br />which suppose to be yours to touch.<br />the wind blows in my ears<br />which suppose to be yours to whispers.<br />the cloud dance in my eyes<br />which suppose to be yours to stare.<br />i lay down and think<br />you really have forgotten about me right?<br />i get up.<br />i continue searching<br />for the neverending hope<br />that you will<br />by any chances<br />remember our date here.<br />the promise.<br />our promise.<br />i'll wait for you<br />day and night<br />let me gave up on waking up<br />if it is the only way my dream would come true.<br />but don't let me gave up on you,<br />our date on this spring<br />the fairy tale with no ending<br />happily ever after..<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1716533072450395156?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-34739078522666224462010-05-20T12:03:00.000-07:002010-05-20T12:15:52.522-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">it's 3am in the morning<br />just check up on my hamster....<br />huhuhu<br />panda and panagris..<br />i really love them both.<br /><br />hmmm....<br />just watching them...<br />trgelak sorang2 ak.. hahaha<br />rse cam ak dh x prlukn any kind of happiness lgi in my life.<br />rse cam i don't need anybody anymore<br />ak lupe sume kesedihan dlm hti ak..<br />all the broken hearts..<br />the broken pieces tu mcm kne sapu n then msok dlm tong smpah<br />hahahaha<br />ak bleyh mniarap jek dpan sngkar dowang tu x wat paper smpai brjam2 (kalo bleh ar..)<br />hahaha<br />bleh ke kalo ak nk hidop camtu?<br />i mean, xder sesaper....<br />just me and my pets.<br />at least dorang xkn penah wat ak mngs<br />except kalo dowang mti ar... huhuhu<br />ak slalu byngkn camtu... hdp sengsorang<br />pastu pets ak tmankn ak..<br />smpai ak mti<br />tpi ade guarantee ke yg hti ak xkn dsakiti lgi?<br />ade guarantee ke yg ak akn bahgie?<br />or maybe ak just pngecot?<br />tkotkn seswatu yg mmg ak akn lalui..<br />alone or not<br />whether i want it or not..<br />huhuhuhu<br /><br />all my hammy..<br />my baby...<br />papa love you all....<br />tipsy, flupsy, emma, sasha, betsy, gloria, kingston<br />thnx for all our memories<br />wlaupoun prpishn kite amt mnyakitkn<br />but papa will always love you guys<br />papa xkan lupe<br />tipsy yg slalu crik2 kuar dri sngkar..<br />flupsy si kaki buli yg gmok..hahaha<br />emma yg suke tido tunggang trbalek<br />betsy yg muke sweet and innocent<br />sasha yg suke mnggigit<br />gloria yg brmate merah<br />and kingston si suami mithali<br />hahahaha<br />papa really miss you all...<br />papa hrp korang ade kt sisi papa..<br />mngubat hti yg x hbes2 mlare jek niyh...<br />wlaupoun korang da bebas skang.. no more cage..<br />tpi papa akn ttap 'kurung' kowng dlm hti papa<br />i never want to let you guys go...<br /><br />skang ni panda ngan panagris je la pngubat rndu papa kt kowng...<br />~sigh~<br />it's 3am...<br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3473907852266622446?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-11284300956294593132010-05-15T11:55:00.000-07:002010-05-15T12:35:13.768-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i totally have no idea what's wrong with me<br />i've been acting like a total jerk this few days<br />i've broke many hearts<br />i'm being like, totally, reclusive<br />i don't feel like talking,<br />replying messages,<br />and i don't know what this feeling...<br />kinda empty, lonely... like i've no one around me<br />something is like, blocking my inspiration from coming to me.<br />i can't write, draw or design....<br />i really really don't know....<br />for some unknown reason, i feel like going to the mall alone, walking alone, watching movie alone..... i don't want to care about the world around me...<br />i want to pretend like i don't have friends... like i'm all alone...<br />it's really hard to explain....<br />it's like i want to keep the emptiness myself..<br />i feel like i'm suffocating but i'm too lazy to move out from this space.<br />i want to hang out with them like old time<br />but i don't even want to try<br />and when they're the one who did all the trying...<br />i was like, 'get lost. i don't feel like chatting'....<br />i hate myself... sometime i feel like i'm a total jerk..<br />i feel like they're drifting apart from me..<br />but indeed i am the one who's drifting apart...<br />i don't know...sometime i think i shouldn't have any friends..<br />no one can understand me... even i can't understand myself...<br />i should live alone.. no one to love... and no one to be love<br />i feel suffocated, annoyed, irritated....<br />my mind is busy thinking about something i should just feel with my heart.<br />i'm sick of pretending like i'm being content with everything<br />content with no one ever understand me,<br />content with losing almost everything i love in my life,<br />content with letting go,<br />content with having to be polite when you don't want to,<br />content with this, content with that... i'm so sick!!!!!!!!!<br />sometime i just want to lay down doing nothing..<br />i just want to watch the world move around me<br />without getting involve in it<br />without thinking of any circumstances, consequences, percentages....<br />but i can only achieve that (maybe) if and only if i were dead...<br />maybe~<br />and God this laptop screen is so bright i can't even see what i'm writing!<br />ugh!<br />*sigh*.....<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1128430095629459313?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-47822392202367219712010-05-14T05:27:00.000-07:002010-05-14T05:40:02.871-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">the keyword for today is:<br />ANNOYED!!!<br />maybe that's the only reason God created siblings<br />is to annoy and irritate you to death!<br />and what with parent's tendencies to win them just because we're older?<br />ugh!<br />i hate them (my siblings, i mean)<br />everytime they were around i was like, get the fucking out of my life!<br />i hate them! i hate them! i hate them!<br />it's so irritating when they actually succeeded in irritating me<br />one was narrow-minded irritating-annoying freak! psycho!<br />one was a lazy-good-for-nothing pig!<br />one was God-know-what's-wrong-with-this-bitch!<br />and one more was a fucking dumbass who...<br />oh, don't let me describe this one coz i don't want my blog to be rated 18sg (already is!)<br />everyday i wonder how it feels like to live a life of a single child<br />having your own (very big) private space<br />living alone<br />don't have to share your stuff...<br />aahhhh... what a life...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4782239220236721971?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-33827239288742961792010-05-14T03:27:00.000-07:002010-05-14T03:29:07.989-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember years ago<br />Someone told me I should take<br />Caution when it comes to love<br />I did, I did<br /><br />And you were strong and I was not </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />My illusion, my mistake<br />I was careless, I forgot<br />I did<br /><br />And now when all is done </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />There is nothing to say<br />You have gone and so effortlessly<br />You have won<br />You can go ahead tell them<br /><br />Tell them all I know now </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Shout it from the roof tops<br />Write it on the sky line<br />All we had is gone now<br /><br />Tell them I was happy </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />And my heart is broken<br />All my scars are open<br />Tell them what I hoped would be<br />Impossible, impossible<br />Impossible, impossible<br /><br />Falling out of love is hard </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Falling for betrayal is worst<br />Broken trust and broken hearts<br />I know, I know<br /><br />Thinking all you need is there </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Building faith on love and words<br />Empty promises will wear<br />I know, I know<br /><br />And now when all is gone </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />There is nothing to say<br />And if you're done with embarrassing me<br />On your own you can go ahead tell them<br /><br />Tell them all I know now </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Shout it from the roof tops<br />Write it on the sky line<br />All we had is gone now<br /><br />Tell them I was happy </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />And my heart is broken<br />All my scars are open<br />Tell them what I hoped would be<br />Impossible, impossible<br />Impossible, impossible<br />Impossible, impossible<br />Impossible, impossible!<br />Ooh impossible (yeah yeah)<br /><br />I remember years ago </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Someone told me I should take<br />Caution when it comes to love<br />I did<br /><br />Tell them all I know now </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Shout it from the roof tops<br />Write it on the sky line<br />All we had is gone now<br /><br />Tell them I was happy </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />And my heart is broken<br />All my scars are open<br />Tell them what I hoped would be<br />Impossible, impossible<br />Impossible, impossible<br />Impossible, impossible<br />Impossible, impossible<br /><br />I remember years ago </span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Someone told me I should take<br />Caution when it comes to love<br />I did..</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3382723928874296179?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-87973015849965735892010-05-11T12:53:00.000-07:002010-05-11T12:54:46.125-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">by tomorrow, today is going to be yesterday<br />crap!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8797301584996573589?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-31765264372872253612010-05-11T12:33:00.000-07:002010-05-11T12:43:42.319-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">just love those jacket. not too crazy bout the super-tight and super-skinny leggings though. the heels look pretty nice too.</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mytJ7MnYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oqUXFZ_o1QU/s1600/malin-akerman-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mytJ7MnYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oqUXFZ_o1QU/s320/malin-akerman-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470099711246245250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">gemma aterton: the dress look pretty bulky in the middle but the nude shades save it from looking rather tacky. love the shape of this dress!</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mx8e8zTgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ikFk9PPjfzU/s1600/gemma-arterton.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mx8e8zTgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ikFk9PPjfzU/s320/gemma-arterton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470098875076529666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">rachel weisz: hate the eye makeup but love the dress and love the heels even more!</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mxg8u0GXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RXvCBZMWtYA/s1600/rachel-weisz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mxg8u0GXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RXvCBZMWtYA/s320/rachel-weisz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470098402034588018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">kate bosworth: love the dress, the simple hair and the minimal accessories.</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mxH9z5cUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TPnsBA18HVc/s1600/kate-bosworth-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-mxH9z5cUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TPnsBA18HVc/s320/kate-bosworth-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470097972827615554" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3176526437287225361?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-20026317818127991332010-05-10T09:12:00.000-07:002010-05-10T09:24:38.913-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i talk to you<br />in the language only i know<br />the smile i gave you<br />the awkward silence<br />i'm sorry i never tell you the truth<br />hoping one day you'll understand<br />and talk to me back<br />in a language<br />as limitless as the blue sky<br />as beautiful as the glowing moon<br />as hopeful as the wishing star<br />how stupid i am<br />i'm sorry<br />if i ever burden your thought<br />with riddles<br />i'm a coward<br />taking shelter behind my sky-high ego<br />from the changes i don't know if it is worth taking the risks for<br />and sacrifice my own feeling and desire<br />in the battlefield of love<br />i'm sorry for getting you involve in it<br />in the war pointless fighting for<br />i wish you a happy life<br />if that's the closest of me of being happy for you<br />if not 'with you'<br />may you find someone who'll love you and care for you<br />for the rest of your life<br />as i shout endlessly<br />in the limitless space of my heart<br />I LOVE YOU<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2002631781812799133?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-78792337579424950072010-05-10T06:43:00.000-07:002010-05-10T09:04:14.599-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">my day today....<br />well....<br />it was going pretty well<br />watching that super cool robert downey jr. in iron man 2<br />window shopping<br />but that's not the highlight of the day<br /><br />one of my best-est friend, A, call me<br />and tell me his problem<br />like honestly<br />i kinda getting sick and tired of it<br />it's not like i'm such a bitch or whatever<br />but A's problem is always the same<br />he always put all the burden onto his shoulder<br />and it's a love problem<br />what the...<br />seeking for a solution for a love problem from a single person like me<br />i hate it when people talk about love with me<br />like my other best-est friend, R, who always talk about his girlfriend in front of me<br />plain annoying!<br />ok, back to the story<br />i just wanna tell you guys<br />when your other half starts to twist the fact<br />and blame you for no reason<br />actually that person is only finding an excuse to leave you!<br />and you should never want anyone that don't want or appreciate you!<br />you have your own life, for god sake<br />stop burdening your thought with that<br />because you're gonna be using that brain for a long time<br />huhuhu<br />i told that to A<br />but most of the time<br />i just do what i do best<br />listen<br />huhuhu<br /><br />but then<br />halfway trough the conversation<br />he tell me this,<br />"man, you're very lucky that person never love you back"<br />err..<br />then that 'person' cross my mind<br />hurrmm... what does that suppose to mean?<br />hurrmmm...<br />then i remember<br />it's not like that 'person' never like me whatsoever<br />the point is i never even try!<br />as A keep mumbling about his problems<br />the thought of that 'person' keep orbiting my mind<br />like how the moon orbiting the earth<br />and the earth orbiting the moon<br />filling my just-a-few-megabyte-capacity memory.<br />lucky? what does that suppose to mean?<br />and don't let me start on how my first crush seek me for help regarding this person my first crush had crush on!<br />ugh! i'm crushed!<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-7879233757942495007?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-51294901982898180052010-05-09T05:34:00.000-07:002010-05-09T06:00:32.844-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i've never believe in marriage. it's not like i believe in sex before marriage or cohabitation or anything that brings the same meanings. i just don't really see the good part of it. maybe the time haven't come yet for me. whatever. i read an article on this celeb magazine website, 'first come love and then come makeover' and edit it a little bit and wa-lah! enjoy... 4 reason why i hate marriage:<br /><br />1. it's plain weird </span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-avbukh3hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hz7D3kOj--c/s1600/b4+n+after+evan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-avbukh3hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hz7D3kOj--c/s320/b4+n+after+evan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469251688380620306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2. marriage kills your (fashion) sense</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-au6T0nX2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/oYYNIO1YkN8/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-au6T0nX2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/oYYNIO1YkN8/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469251114264649570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3. marriage (or should i say parenthood) makes you fat<br /></span></span></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-aucVI2I9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/pAe0Ofc96n0/s1600/b4+n+after+xtina.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-aucVI2I9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/pAe0Ofc96n0/s320/b4+n+after+xtina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469250599221863378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4. marriage worn you out</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-asqB7DCHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a_2p9SBla8c/s1600/b4+n+after+brad+pitt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-asqB7DCHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a_2p9SBla8c/s320/b4+n+after+brad+pitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469248635558627442" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5129490198289818005?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-50789046622467623382010-05-07T06:30:00.000-07:002010-05-07T06:32:21.129-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The stars lean down to kiss you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And I lie awake and miss you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But I'll miss your arms around me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'd send a postcard to you, dear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'Cause I wish you were here</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'll watch the night turn light-blue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But it's not the same without you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Because it takes two to whisper quietly</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The silence isn't so bad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'Til I look at my hands and feel sad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'Cause the spaces between my fingers</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Are right where yours fit perfectly</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'll find repose in new ways</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Though I haven't slept in two days</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'Cause cold nostalgia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Chills me to the bone</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But drenched in vanilla twilight</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'll sit on the front porch all night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Waist-deep in thought because</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">When I think of you I don't feel so alone</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">As many times as I blink</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'll think of you tonight</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'll think of you tonight</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">When violet eyes get brighter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And heavy wings grow lighter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'll taste the sky and feel alive again</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And I'll forget the world that I knew</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But I swear I won't forget you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh, if my voice could reach</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Back through the past</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'd whisper in your ear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh darling, I wish you were here</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~really loves the lyric of this song!~</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5078904662246762338?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-24663000616164242482010-05-07T06:08:00.000-07:002010-05-07T06:10:10.344-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-QRKmCNdPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zUWxbJgdRE4/s1600/alexis-bledel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-QRKmCNdPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zUWxbJgdRE4/s320/alexis-bledel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468514721240806642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-QRFEroV_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/v1yyo3efLcA/s1600/leighton-meester-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-QRFEroV_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/v1yyo3efLcA/s320/leighton-meester-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468514626388383730" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2466300061616424248?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-57150374955056568272010-05-06T05:04:00.000-07:002010-05-06T08:19:09.449-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">to me the cloud is just an art. made by God on a very big canvas called the sky.</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LX2GE56gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Bc6saUgE6zE/s1600/Image004+%282%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LX2GE56gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Bc6saUgE6zE/s320/Image004+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468170221925296642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">when the cloud try to reach the sky</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LXk7vGhiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GK5oMhIurO8/s1600/Image005+%282%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LXk7vGhiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GK5oMhIurO8/s320/Image005+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468169927091717666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">when the clouds literally paint a thousand colours</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LXVpxlyjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/J0h6oDwDJtQ/s1600/Image001+%283%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LXVpxlyjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/J0h6oDwDJtQ/s320/Image001+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468169664572279346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">when the clouds hug us with is fluffy hand</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LW4w-v3WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OjcwzQd5Prk/s1600/Image012+%282%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LW4w-v3WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OjcwzQd5Prk/s320/Image012+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468169168290307426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">when the clouds give us the calmness we never had</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LWRZV3MWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HcLRgEHkRSE/s1600/Image0022.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LWRZV3MWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HcLRgEHkRSE/s320/Image0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168491929907554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">when the clouds stare with its beautiful eyes</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LVy_5BKbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tFzyob87dUs/s1600/Image00909.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-LVy_5BKbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tFzyob87dUs/s320/Image00909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468167969701964210" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5715037495505656827?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-6577078937824774222010-05-06T01:39:00.000-07:002010-05-06T02:47:24.153-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Queen Bee would throw a fit if she sees this outfit Leighton Mesteer is wearing. Where has the stylish Leighton go? She look limp in this ensemble and that makeup doesn't seems to be helping much too.</span> </span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KOsy826tI/AAAAAAAAAII/OzDJvLkYyDo/s1600/leighton-meester452.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KOsy826tI/AAAAAAAAAII/OzDJvLkYyDo/s320/leighton-meester452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468089797823621842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Well, I never watch the new version of 90210 but i know Shenea Grimes is in it and they must have some stylish closet to match the show's reputation. But what i see here is somewhat old and frumpy. I love sequin but they should never be wore on something loose like this blazer as shiny materials can make you look bigger. Her heels seems out of place too.</span></span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KMObCxsmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CsDV7LMGex8/s1600/shenae-grimes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KMObCxsmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CsDV7LMGex8/s320/shenae-grimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468087076986663522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">From her appearance, people won't believe Ellen Pompeo was the cast of Grey's Anatomy and would mistaken her for being the cast of Sex And The City instead. She look stylish in this ensemble but I'm not to crazy about the heels though. Her looks would work better in simpler, elegant pumps. </span></span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KLNArxrZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h1tfqXEAzNs/s1600/ellen-pompeo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KLNArxrZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h1tfqXEAzNs/s320/ellen-pompeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468085953219374482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lea Michelle who plays the preppy character on the famous tv show Glee ditch the cardigan an skirt for this stylish satin peekaboo dress. Not really crazy about the eye makeup though</span>. </span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KKjeBsW2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ptheqhlb_Kc/s1600/lea-michele-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-KKjeBsW2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ptheqhlb_Kc/s320/lea-michele-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468085239541422946" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-657707893782477422?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-88324855478512574162010-05-06T01:13:00.001-07:002010-05-06T01:16:29.921-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6dgFYsoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CYSQtedaopo/s1600/8959.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6dgFYsoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CYSQtedaopo/s320/8959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468067544828523138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6YZtWOYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6LCoz7e76tk/s1600/8961.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6YZtWOYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6LCoz7e76tk/s320/8961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468067457217739138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6UonSRGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/77PFcd1VxYA/s1600/8968.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6UonSRGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/77PFcd1VxYA/s320/8968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468067392499369058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6QgWELkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ob_WWRLSJK8/s1600/8983.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J6QgWELkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ob_WWRLSJK8/s320/8983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468067321560182338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">what is the best way to tell the question maker how $hitty an examination question are than to give them a damn $hitty answer?<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8832485547851257416?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-51828970346039782202010-05-05T23:40:00.000-07:002010-05-06T01:11:41.653-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J5sZnYSoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4e4xyy-vSQM/s1600/images34.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-J5sZnYSoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4e4xyy-vSQM/s320/images34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468066701278464642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Ok, I admit it. I'm no Paris Hilton or Christiano Ronaldo to whine whatsoever but that the least I can do to update my blog (when I'm not criticising celebs fashion sense or talking craps about love and emotions) and to compete with my dear sis (man, she update her blog, like, every hour!). So before I start talking craps again, let the whine begins!(isn't it kinda same? whatever.)<br /><br />Ok, first, I remember one episode of CSI Miami where the guy died of electric shock because of the self-made-air-conditioner-went-wrong $hit. But that's not the point. The point is Batu Pahat is as hot as Miami I can tell ya! They did some cloud seeding here and there but it doesn't help much (except for the mosquito population). It's not like I'm ungrateful but the only thing the rain has brought is more warmth! And don't let me start on the water crisis! Ugh!<br /><br /></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5182897034603978220?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-46298415387482458752010-05-05T11:35:00.000-07:002010-05-05T11:56:20.440-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love is a poison<br />so strong it can kill you.<br />Love is a cure.<br />It can heal a broken heart<br />and mend a trust that has torn apart.<br />Love can make you lonely,<br />endlessly in the cold winter<br />waiting for something that shall never came.<br />Love is like a flame<br />that light up the candle of hope<br />and brighten our day.<br />Although it can burn,<br />the experience worth the pain.<br />Love is an empty space,<br />once caught up we shall never know how to get out,<br />although far a distance we shout<br />our voice will only wanders about.<br />Love is confusing.<br />It keeps us hoping for something hopeless.<br />Keep filling for something that'll never full.<br />Keep us lonely even when the world is with us.<br />Torn our heart apart and give the pieces to a stranger.<br />Letting them keep it without our permission.<br />Love make us blind<br />letting go the person who stole our heart without even a single fight<br />and fight for the stolen heart to be kept instead.<br />whoever understand it?<br />I'll never understand it;<br />the limitless space,<br />the secreted hormone,<br />the irrational tears,<br />laugh,<br />anger<br />and jealousy.<br />But that's what love is,<br />not to be understand but to be appreciated,<br />not to be thought but to be felt.<br />Love teach us to appreciate the warmth of summer,<br />in the middle of winter.<br />Love teach us to beauty of flower,<br />even when falls has take over.<br />It's a stupid thing yet it is brilliant.<br />It keep us together yet tore us apart.<br />It's so painful... yet it make us happy<br />~<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4629841538748245875?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-4398188163917872622010-05-04T12:25:00.000-07:002010-05-04T12:44:35.938-07:00<blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1. The only thing that cross my mind when I saw January Jones's outfit: erk!?<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B46qFK5jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vBYBXHZSHqM/s1600/%281%29january-jones.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B46qFK5jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vBYBXHZSHqM/s320/%281%29january-jones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467502896751502898" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2. The dress is better without the sheer. You should just show that pretty pair of legs, Kristen Stewart. And what with that boyish updo? And why does she keep wearing the same pair of heels?<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B4X3TKT0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PXTuGG_BvZ8/s1600/%282%29kristen-stewart.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B4X3TKT0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PXTuGG_BvZ8/s320/%282%29kristen-stewart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467502299004424002" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3. Emma Watson really dissappoint this time. The dress (and her hair) looks like an unfinished works! Procrastination is not just a thief of time, it's a thief of style, too.<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B33O2WAaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Tw3nm6fdCU8/s1600/%283%29emma-watson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B33O2WAaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Tw3nm6fdCU8/s320/%283%29emma-watson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467501738390323618" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4. What can I say, Oprah. 'Big' woman in a a big dress! just look at Oscar De La Renta's grin! He's scared!<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B3U-W8lTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LFcrEuHTxWQ/s1600/%284%29oprah.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B3U-W8lTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LFcrEuHTxWQ/s320/%284%29oprah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467501149848114482" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">5. Ruffles and bustier top will never work together, Rosario Dawson. And the colour even remind me of a pajamas.<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B279M-kiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pfpOUd4Qx_w/s1600/%285%29rosario-dawson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B279M-kiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pfpOUd4Qx_w/s320/%285%29rosario-dawson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467500720041136674" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">6. Carey Mulligan's dress remind me of a grandma's apron.<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B2qRRP4jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3QRLC0SBPPQ/s1600/%286%29carey-mulligan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B2qRRP4jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3QRLC0SBPPQ/s320/%286%29carey-mulligan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467500416190112306" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">7. Someone has to tell Christina Hendricks that that 'thing' on her shoulder is going to sucks her blood....<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B2Rs_h6kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ImCL8XzhQf0/s1600/%287%29christina-hendricks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B2Rs_h6kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ImCL8XzhQf0/s320/%287%29christina-hendricks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467499994135259714" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">8. Doesn't Maggie Gyllenhal's dress kinda remind you of the same Louis Vuitton catastrophe that Madonna wear last year? It's like deja vu!<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B1vGUEMSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yA98zp175FE/s1600/%288%29maggie-gyllenhaal.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B1vGUEMSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yA98zp175FE/s320/%288%29maggie-gyllenhaal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467499399636857122" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">9. Where has the elegant Tina Fey go? She looks like a clown in this outfit and that make-up.<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B1csyYpkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_ivKLydEbgI/s1600/%289%29tina-fey.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B1csyYpkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_ivKLydEbgI/s320/%289%29tina-fey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467499083547059778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10. Bring back the glam Taylor Swift! She looks dowdy and blah in this boring white dress. And that lipstick! Ugh! It's sad to put a fashion icon in this list.</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B1AZWnPjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lZsvjS_J9a4/s1600/%2810%29taylor-swift.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-B1AZWnPjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lZsvjS_J9a4/s320/%2810%29taylor-swift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467498597293964850" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-439818816391787262?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-48870688000589053492010-05-04T10:38:00.000-07:002010-05-04T11:06:38.915-07:00<blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1. Who else? When making a statement in a dress, J. Lo is always the winner (that includes wearing a trash bag as a dress). J. Lo looks flawlessly gorgeous in this peacock inspired dress with embroidery details. Tips of the day: keep your accessory simple when you know the dress had done all the talking.<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BhdvJNUJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d5eAAX121MU/s1600/jennifer-lopez.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BhdvJNUJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d5eAAX121MU/s320/jennifer-lopez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467477111126970514" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2. I dare to say that nobody can mix hippie and chic and glam as brilliant as Nicole Ritchie. Love this sequined silver dress and accessories that complement her hair.<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-Bgsr1jr0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/J8m2QWsZL9E/s1600/nicole-richie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-Bgsr1jr0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/J8m2QWsZL9E/s320/nicole-richie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467476268425654082" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3. I've always love Eva Longoria and her fashion sense but after becoming fat for a season in Desperate Housewives, she had been through a wardrobe meltdown and starts to wear ridiculous dress. In this picture, all i can say is, all hail the comeback of the fashion horse. Yee-haw!<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-Bf6d-VYxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PXZ8H_cDtvI/s1600/eva-longoria.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-Bf6d-VYxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PXZ8H_cDtvI/s320/eva-longoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467475405710910226" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4. The Princess-like Anne Hathaway must wrote this in her Diary: "going to the MET Gala looking fabulous in gold and tulle!"<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BfFqGhoXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/62M1gJBSlgo/s1600/anne-hathaway.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BfFqGhoXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/62M1gJBSlgo/s320/anne-hathaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467474498433425778" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">5. Blake Lively dons a short dress while others go for a long one. Man, this girl sure know how to flaunt her assets. Love this turquoise dress that kinda remind me of the ocean.<br /></span></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BeI0iJinI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-l05-i0G1cw/s1600/blake-lively.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BeI0iJinI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-l05-i0G1cw/s320/blake-lively.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467473453261621874" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">(bonus): Katy Perry arrived in glow-in-the-dark dress, no less!</span> </span></span><br /></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BdxPuu0VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RVUqkgCMuZA/s1600/katy-perry.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-BdxPuu0VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RVUqkgCMuZA/s320/katy-perry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467473048245293394" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4887068800058905349?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-85722509371096620622010-05-04T07:52:00.000-07:002010-05-04T10:34:21.245-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">so i decided to become a qwitter like miley and lil'wayne and lily allen (they actually shared the same amount of 'y' in their names! i see a trend here) because it was dead boring (and partially because nicole ritchie never reply my tweet) and nobody, like, cares about you in there. i feel so lonely in twitter for not having any reply although i tweet few genius quote in there (created by me, pun intended) instead of paris having so many "i love you" and "good luck" after tweeting: "watching myself on tv and god, that blonde bimbo looks hot!". ugh! (who do i think i am anyway?)<br /><br />but because i have no friends who tweet, i decided to tweet limitless in there; my secret, the name of the person i had crush on and many other shameful $hit! i figured out, "my friend will never tweet. they're no serena williams or perez hilton and plus, we have facebook already." and i went on tweeting and tweeting and it stops...suddenly (poor my 6 followers must thought i'm dead or what.....yeah, really).<br /><br />and then i went on with my facebook craze, pretending i've never had a twitter before... until one day this particular friend texted me: "hey, u got twitter right? what's its name? i want to follow" and like a flashback in the movie titanic (don't ask me why i pick that movie. it's the only movie that cross my mind at this time) i reminisce all the tweets i've tweeted before and i quickly pull my i-won't-reply-coz-i-don't-have-credits-although-i-know-you-know-it's-a-lame-excuses-especially-when-i-reply-saying-that-i-don't-have-credits attitude and ignore her for the next few days..<br /><br />and then she asked me (via facebook, no less!) why i didn't reply her massage and i continue with my lame excuses. and the day after, she sent me a massage (via facebook too, no less!) that she had found my twitter account....<br />OWH.....EYM.....GEE....!!!!!<br /><br />i then quickly open my dusty twitter account and delete all the shameful post while my mouth can't stop saying the word 'damn'. up until today i still don't know if she had actually read my post or not but if she does... i've got a lot of explanation to do...<br /><br />by the way, is the word 'tweet' is in the dictionary? it is not considered as grammatical error but the word 'facebook' does.... hmmmm....<br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8572250937109662062?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-3197960093732453232010-05-04T04:39:00.000-07:002010-05-04T04:51:42.575-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nothing to blog so i came up with some useful tips:</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1. no need to wear rain coat(or dress) when it is not raining..</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AImJPsAQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1H_xghcKPCU/s1600/jessica-simpson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AImJPsAQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1H_xghcKPCU/s320/jessica-simpson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467379399037550850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">2. if it's cold outside, layer up your top with cardigan or trench coat but never layer up your skirt.</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AIPHVLx6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/z-NE1lcCC54/s1600/scarlett-johansson233.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AIPHVLx6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/z-NE1lcCC54/s320/scarlett-johansson233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467379003386742690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3. eat healthily (food is to eat, not to wear)</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AH0OmelPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Sx0JU47blMs/s1600/renee-zellwegerd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AH0OmelPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Sx0JU47blMs/s320/renee-zellwegerd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467378541481858290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4. it's rude to stare (especially when it always refer to 'scare')</span><br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AHrl5dtHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ks6B6jx1GYw/s1600/ashley-olsen3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S-AHrl5dtHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ks6B6jx1GYw/s320/ashley-olsen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467378393116685426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><br /></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-319796009373245323?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-16278142501853938102010-04-30T06:04:00.000-07:002010-04-30T07:00:11.868-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9rg3UnKL4I/AAAAAAAAADw/DE-mcH2opPI/s1600/jennifer-lopez-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9rg3UnKL4I/AAAAAAAAADw/DE-mcH2opPI/s320/jennifer-lopez-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465928338797899650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9rgynd4RKI/AAAAAAAAADo/i0HMHZnI_Ok/s1600/selma-blair-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9rgynd4RKI/AAAAAAAAADo/i0HMHZnI_Ok/s320/selma-blair-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465928257959904418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9rgukPcl2I/AAAAAAAAADg/Q-x_tmv6-vI/s1600/jessica-alba-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9rgukPcl2I/AAAAAAAAADg/Q-x_tmv6-vI/s320/jessica-alba-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465928188374587234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~j.lo wears a trash bag and what is that on her hair?<br />~can't believe selma who looks sleek and sexy few days ago could look this dowdy..<br />~jessica alba wears a curtain. enough said.<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1627814250185393810?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-45917846316532500652010-04-29T11:29:00.000-07:002010-04-29T12:25:25.988-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I promise you when this moment pass by<br />and we see each other again on that day,<br />I'll throw everything away and stand beside you<br />so that we can walk the path that's left for us.<br /><br />This is what we call "fate", it's something we can't deny.<br />Will I ever experience a beautiful day like this again in my life?<br /><br />You're a gift on this exhausting path of life.<br />I'll always wash and shine this love so that it won't rust away.<br /><br />Our meeting was like a drunken affair<br />but you've unbolted my gate, occupied my heart.<br />Even if our love is unattainable, I won't regret it<br />because nothing is forever.<br /><br />This is what we call "destiny", it's something we can't deny.<br />Will I ever experience a beautiful day like this again in my life?<br /><br />There are many things I want to say but you already know them.<br />When we meet each other along the way on that day<br />please don't let me go again.<br /><br />The love we couldn't have in this life.<br />The fate we couldn't have in this life.<br /><br />~sigh~<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4591784631653250065?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-3451214884725423992010-04-29T10:36:00.000-07:002010-04-29T11:06:06.344-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">broken heart is a piece of art.<br />not that hard to be made.<br />but very hard to understand.<br /><br />why give a damn of one person hurts you,<br />when the rest of the worlds want to heal you?<br /><br />why give a damn of one person don't remember you,<br />when the rest of the world have your name written permanently in their mind?<br /><br />why give a damn of one person don't even catch a glimpse on you,<br />when the rest of the world was looking at you?<br /><br />why give a damn that one person says you're ugly,<br />when the rest of the world appreciate your outer and inner beauty?<br /><br />why do you try so bad to turn back the time,<br />so that you can appreciate that person more,<br />when you've actually hurt the rest of the world?<br /><br />why did we try so damn hard to break our heart,<br />and then try so heart to heal it back?<br /><br />life's an exhausting trip.<br />love is an exhausting journey.<br />we break our heart and many others' along the way.<br />we're just too tired to realize it.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-345121488472542399?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-62394152383348507372010-04-27T11:49:00.001-07:002010-04-27T11:58:00.042-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cyByUHVvI/AAAAAAAAADI/-19S94T5MSA/s1600/carrie-underwood-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cyByUHVvI/AAAAAAAAADI/-19S94T5MSA/s320/carrie-underwood-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464891679104784114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cx9Cl94tI/AAAAAAAAADA/bkzqFN3f0_8/s1600/scarlett-johansson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cx9Cl94tI/AAAAAAAAADA/bkzqFN3f0_8/s320/scarlett-johansson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464891597575283410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cx4myr05I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xB6nSE8EfBM/s1600/jennifer-lopez.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cx4myr05I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xB6nSE8EfBM/s320/jennifer-lopez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464891521392956306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxz0XfARI/AAAAAAAAACw/LBlClh2bEf4/s1600/selma-blair.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxz0XfARI/AAAAAAAAACw/LBlClh2bEf4/s320/selma-blair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464891439137620242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~carrie underwood looks oh-so-gorgeous! will look better sans the bracelet, though..<br />~scarjo looks messy with the hair and loathe the heels that only makes her looks older.. love the dress. if only she have a nicer updo and wear a killer heels instead.<br />~j.lo looks gorgeous and i love how she looks younger in that skirt...<br />~selma blair looks sexy and slinky. love her hair, the colour and how she keeps her accessory minimum as the dress already have foldings and drapes details..<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-6239415238334850737?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-90097278812355379672010-04-27T11:45:00.000-07:002010-04-27T11:48:46.538-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxWVpEw5I/AAAAAAAAACo/mdY0r8kB1R4/s1600/jessica-alba23.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxWVpEw5I/AAAAAAAAACo/mdY0r8kB1R4/s320/jessica-alba23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464890932673692562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxR4XkPNI/AAAAAAAAACg/TJqhcTmye1g/s1600/gwyneth-paltrow43.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxR4XkPNI/AAAAAAAAACg/TJqhcTmye1g/s320/gwyneth-paltrow43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464890856096152786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxNP0SqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/tkUS1GL5Dt4/s1600/jessica-alba.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxNP0SqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/tkUS1GL5Dt4/s320/jessica-alba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464890776491305026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxGk_1kzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xd8K_DCkbaM/s1600/whitney-port3e.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9cxGk_1kzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xd8K_DCkbaM/s320/whitney-port3e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464890661917791026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">thanx for reminding me why i love peep-toe so damn much!<br />;-)<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-9009727881235537967?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-59530264163255645922010-04-26T12:33:00.000-07:002010-04-26T13:03:55.917-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">so now is like almost 4 in the morning and i don't feel like sleeping<br />so i just want to share some of the quotes that i take(steal) from my friend from facebook and i think some of it is brilliant.<br />i don't know if it comes from them or they just google it or take(steal) it from a movie or stuff but i think it's just cool...<br />check it out:::<br /><br />~who do you think you are to write on his heart with a permanent marker?<br />~to fall in love is awfully simple,but to fall out of love is simply awful.<br />~no matter how badly your heart is broken, the world does not stop for your grief.<br />~you don't need to explain yourself. your friends won't need it and your enemies won't believe it.<br />~if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. it's because they've tried to blend into the world before and people continue to disappoint them.<br /><br />smarter than "you complete me", eh?<br />the last one is my favourite...<br />huhuhu...<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5953026416325564592?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-53678375027049469772010-04-22T08:50:00.000-07:002010-04-22T09:34:36.824-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">this is a story of me<br />whom<br />i don't know why and how<br />many people share their problems with<br />hahahaha<br />it's great when people trust you enough to share their problems with<br />just that<br />ironically<br />sometimes i feel like<br />i have nobody to share my problems with<br />it's not like they didn't offer<br />just that for some reason<br />i feels like it's too dark to be shared<br />i'm afraid of others impression<br />sometimes<br />i feel like creating a friend<br />like imaginary friends<br />that will never turn their back<br />that'll never left me<br />that'll always be at my side<br />that'll always have their hands for me to hold<br />that'll always have their ears for me to told<br />when it get so dark and so cold<br />because i know friends like that didn't exists in real world<br />it also rarely came in dreams<br />where to find it?<br />it's priceless<br />but for something that didn't exists<br />it can be consider valueless too.<br />hahahahaha<br />that's what life's all about<br />it's ironic<br />things will never be as we expect it to be<br />and<br />it's a riddle<br />chasing things<br />that always gives hope<br />yet hopeless...<br />~<br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5367837502704946977?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-7479207142891047222010-04-22T08:38:00.000-07:002010-04-22T08:45:01.883-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9BuPcX_tkI/AAAAAAAAABk/gtgSkPGwYbE/s1600/taylor-swift60.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9BuPcX_tkI/AAAAAAAAABk/gtgSkPGwYbE/s320/taylor-swift60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462987559594341954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9BuIuKqtJI/AAAAAAAAABc/mjAVhokfmqo/s1600/kim-kardashian87.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9BuIuKqtJI/AAAAAAAAABc/mjAVhokfmqo/s320/kim-kardashian87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462987444111193234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9BuD7JaXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/gy1Rlddr1tg/s1600/carrie-underwood-291.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9BuD7JaXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/gy1Rlddr1tg/s320/carrie-underwood-291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462987361696242754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9Bt1-1qniI/AAAAAAAAABM/tS7UykEbPJ8/s1600/zoe-saldana321.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S9Bt1-1qniI/AAAAAAAAABM/tS7UykEbPJ8/s320/zoe-saldana321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462987122168995362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">mls nk tls paper so i just upload this photo...<br />love their heels by the way.<br />~<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-747920714289104722?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-87719741582324372502010-04-20T11:07:00.000-07:002010-04-20T11:35:04.541-07:00<ol style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i'm a clean person but i'm not a tidy person. figure out what that means yourself.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i think one of my ear is almost deaf. i can barely hear a thing when i close the other ear. and i blame my sinus problem and the operation i went trough when i was seven for it.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">have already mention it. i had a minor ear operation when i was seven and because i'm still small at that time i don't really know (or care) what is it for and the only thing i remember is i don't think i'm sick at that time.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i'm a fanatic fan of chocolate, cheese, babies, shiny and sparkling stuff, naruto and lady gaga.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i grows up wanting to be (chronologically): a firefighter, policemen, singer, veterinarian, physiologist, a cook, and many more that i lost count but i figured out maybe i'm best at being a regular teacher.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"> i'm a shopaholic. maybe people who knows me don't or won't see it now (or maybe they already had) because i still don't have a stable income and (that prreecioouussss) credit card but once i have it..... well, let just say i'm not the kind of person who'll think twice in buying something i love (whether i need it or not).</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i'm a sensitive person (maybe too sensitive) and sometime i wish i can be someone who just don't care.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i'm a very forgetful person. i'm like the kind of person who'll ask "where's my shoes at?" when i'm actually wearing them and "where's my phone?" when it is actually in my hand. i lost count of the things that i've lost...oh, an i'm an unorganized person.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i love attention! although i really really hate spotlights, i'm the kind of person who cares too much about whether people cares about me or not. maybe that's why i hurt, like, so many times in my life. like i said earlier, i just wish i can become someone who don't care...at all.</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >eerrrr....this thing is too shocking and too personal to be told so i'll keep the secrets remain. plus, a secret makes a person a person, right?</span></li></ol><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >ok, that's about it... till next time!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8771974158232437250?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-9576608237782764982010-04-20T06:39:00.000-07:002010-04-20T06:44:06.412-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S82u176L53I/AAAAAAAAABE/u-BXVlddOb4/s1600/carrie-23.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S82u176L53I/AAAAAAAAABE/u-BXVlddOb4/s320/carrie-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462214164708321138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">well, carrie looks kinda bigger..<br />maybe it's the way she pose.<br />but love the dress<br />it makes her look younger and fresher<br />:)<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-957660823778276498?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-83499111115802243442010-04-17T07:38:00.000-07:002010-04-17T08:12:00.942-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">so i guessed i talk craps when it comes to feelings an emotions blah blah blah...<br />maybe it's time for me to get real<br />who need this emotion craps anyway?<br /><br />so today i've done nothing..<br />i sleep..<br />eat..<br />go to the loo..<br />take a bath..<br />but then i look at the newspaper<br />and turn to the 'jadual siaran tv' shit<br />and i look at tv3..<br />(i don't have astro, btw)<br />i hate bollywood movies<br />and since mohabattein(ok, i'm a loser, so what?), i don't think bollywood has yet come with a good movie<br />but then i look at the tittle:<br />"Panggung Sabtu: Fashion"<br />and i was like, "fashion!? omg! i'm so gonna watch it"<br /><br />and then i wait till 2pm<br />(ok, so i don't really wait. i actually wake up for lunch after a 'short' nap)<br />and i watch it-lah...<br /><br />it involves around a model's life<br />the tough beginning,<br />the tough middle,<br />and the tough ending.<br />(geez, i'd rather be a soldier)<br />it uncover the darkside of model's life (minus the eating disorder)<br />but i'm not really going to tell you about the story<br />i'm going to talk about what i love the most<br />FASHION!<br />don't make that face!<br />i mean, c'mon<br />people don't go watch sex and the city to go 'awwww' right?<br />the only reason i watch it is because of it's tittle<br />i'll never watch it if the tittle is The Story Of A Nothern Girl Who Met A Freakishly Supportive Bald Gay Man, An Ugly Not-So-Famous Model Who Married Her Gay Designer Friend, A Top Model Who Become Crazy After Suffering From A Wardrobe Malfunction And A Modelling Agency Boss Who Slept With Her Model Because Her Wife Is Ugly In Her Quest Of Being A Top Model Herself<br />like, seriously.<br /><br />so i never like bollywood fashion trends<br />the sequins and the overdosage of colours give me headaches<br />and their definition of sexy is terrible!<br />but in this movie,<br />the outfit and dress they wore are suprisingly elegant, up-to-date and even chic!<br />i totally love it!<br />muahahahahaha!<br /><br />hmmmm...<br />so?<br />yup. that's it.<br />now i can't wait to watch clash of the titans, iron-man 2 and of course<br />sex and the city 2!<br />agagagagagag..<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8349911111580224344?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-10418832424560113192010-04-17T07:35:00.000-07:002010-04-17T07:38:22.394-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Eenie meenie miney mo<br />Catch a bad chick by her toe<br />If she holla (if, if, if she holla) let her go<br /><br />Shes indecisive</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />She cant decide<br />She keeps on lookin<br />From left to right<br /><br />Girl, cmon get closer</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Look in my eyes<br />Searchin is so wrong<br />Im Mr. Right<br /><br />You seem like the type</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />To love em and leave em<br />And disappear right after this song.<br />So give me the night<br />To show you, hold you<br />Dont leave me out here dancin alone<br /><br />You cant make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Please dont waste my time, time, time, time, time<br />Im not tryin to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind<br />I wish our hearts could come together as one<br /><br />Cause shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br /><br />Let me show you what your missin<br />Paradise<br />With me youre winning girl<br />You dont have to roll the dic<br />Tell me what youre really here for<br />Them other guys?<br />I can see right through ya<br /><br />You seem like the type</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />To love em and leave em<br />And disappear right after the song.<br />So give me the night<br />To show you, hold you<br />Dont leave me out here dancin alone<br /><br />Cant make up your mind</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Please dont waste my time<br />Not tryin to rewind<br />I wish our hearts could come together as one<br /><br />Cause shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br /><br />(Sean)</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Eenie meenie miney moe<br />Catch a bad chick by her toe<br />If she holla (if, if, if she holla) let her go<br />Eenie meenie miney moe<br />Catch a bad chick by her toe<br />If she holla (if, if, if she holla) let her go<br /><br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br />Shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova<br /><br />Cant make up your mind</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Please dont waste my time<br />Not tryin to rewind<br />I wish our hearts could come together as one</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1041883242456011319?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-30089577325700325502010-04-16T09:54:00.000-07:002010-04-16T10:12:43.483-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">aku seriously windoo owang tuh...<br />sometime aku rase menyesal giler tak baper lyn die bile die tgor akue...<br />oh my god, I HATE FEEDBACKS!<br />sometime aku rse lebeyh baek aku syok sndiri<br />I, for some reasons think it's the best for a freaks like me..<br />don't give me hope<br />cause i'll drown myself in it<br />i don't like to get carried away by emotions...<br />i have encounter a lot of problems because of it<br />because<br />once you let your heart rule your brain you're bound to get into trouble<br />(at least that what whitney houston said..)<br /><br />but the point is,<br />look at me now..<br />for some reason i keep thinking of that person..<br />for some reason i kept making such a big fuss about that simple conversation..<br />it's stupid, lame, and...<br />stupid-lah!<br /><br />aish...<br />caner ek?<br />i soooooo in need of a mcRebound<br />like pronto<br /><br />oh God....<br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3008957732570032550?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-33172866758484770712010-04-15T18:47:00.000-07:002010-04-15T18:48:10.777-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Time to tell me the truth<br />To burden your mouth for what you say<br />No pieces of paper in the way<br /><br />'Cause I can't continue pretending to choose<br />These opposite sides on which we fall<br />The loving you laters if at all<br />No right minds could wrong, be this many times<br /><br />My memory is cruel<br />I'm queen of attention to details<br />Defending intentions if he fails<br /><br />Until now, he told me her name<br />It sounded familiar in a way<br />That I could have sworn I'd heard him say it<br />Ten thousand times, oh, if only I had been listening<br /><br />Leave unsaid, unspoken<br />Eyes wide shut, unopened<br />You and me always between the lines<br />Between the lines<br /><br />I thought I, thought I was ready to bleed<br />That we'd move from the shadows on the wall<br />Stand in the center of it all<br /><br />Too late, two choices, to stay or to leave<br />Mine was so easy to uncover<br />He'd already left with the other<br />So I learned to listen through silence<br /><br />Leave unsaid, unspoken<br />Eyes wide shut, unopened<br />You and me always be<br />You and me always be<br /><br />I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say<br />I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on<br />Wait for me, I'm almost ready when he meant let go<br /><br />Leave unsaid, unspoken<br />Eyes wide shut, unopened<br />You and me always be<br />You and me always between the lines<br />Between the lines, between the lines</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3317286675848477071?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-35446919785642249972010-04-15T18:13:00.000-07:002010-04-15T18:33:47.452-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e8-tgz_tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lELp1LLPNtw/s1600/satc2-300x400.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e8-tgz_tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lELp1LLPNtw/s320/satc2-300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460540858765147858" border="0" /></a><br />just watch the trailer yesterday and i seriously can't wait for the movie!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3544691978564224997?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-47296016898858850152010-04-15T17:58:00.001-07:002010-04-15T18:11:40.286-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e3MEz9NPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W4qg_BjpjdA/s1600/catherine-zeta-jones.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e3MEz9NPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W4qg_BjpjdA/s320/catherine-zeta-jones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534491287991538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e3IfvlJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/NsFBYgTU9zg/s1600/rihanna467.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e3IfvlJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/NsFBYgTU9zg/s320/rihanna467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534429797918546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e3EKRh6cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ftzzTJ2swbo/s1600/diane-kruger5656.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e3EKRh6cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ftzzTJ2swbo/s320/diane-kruger5656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460534355315255746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e2aIVc6BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tLDAYO3gUOY/s1600/whitney-port-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S8e2aIVc6BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tLDAYO3gUOY/s320/whitney-port-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460533633240328210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">picked 4 looks that i feel the best for today..<br />(da lme x citer psl fesyen2 niyh)<br /><br />love catherine-zeta-jones overall looks!<br />the shade of the dress suite her<br />love the heels, belt and shades!<br />she looks oh-so-elegant!<br /><br />love rihanna's floral skirt and i bet no one can work such floral skirt as good as her..<br />it's a big praise as i hate floral prints...and straw hat..<br /><br />hate diane kruger's heels..(look boring)<br />but love her one-shouldered dress.<br />to be true, i don't even care if she wears a potato sacks on the red carpet because i looove her<br />and she lookslike someone who can carry any style she wanted..<br /><br />whitney port....<br />love the stud that gives new breath to that rather boring shaped and coloured handbag<br />and love the big shades!<br /><br />wa~lah!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4729601689885885015?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-44754789653950953082010-04-15T17:31:00.000-07:002010-04-15T17:32:18.500-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Too much of anything can make you sick <br />Even the good can be a curse <br />Makes it hard to know which road to go down <br />Knowing too much can get you hurt <br /><br />Is it better? Is it worse? <br />Are we sitting in reverse? <br />It's just like we're going backwards <br />I know where I want this to go <br />Driving fast but let's go slow <br />What I don't wanna do is crash, no <br /><br />Just know that you're not in this thing alone <br />There's always a place in me you can call home <br />Whenever you feel like we're growing apart <br />Let's just go back, back, back, back, back to the start <br /><br />Anything that's worth having <br />Is sure enough worth fighting for <br />Quitting's out of the question <br />When it gets tough gotta fight some more <br /><br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />If it's worth having it's worth fighting for <br /><br />Now every day ain't gon' be no picnic <br />Love ain't a walk in the park <br />All you can do is make the best of it now <br />Can't be afraid of the dark <br /><br />Just know that you're not in this thing alone <br />There's always a place in me you can call home <br />Whenever you feel like we're growing apart <br />Let's just go back, back, back, back, back to the start <br /><br />Anything that's worth having <br />Is sure enough worth fighting for <br />Quitting's out of the question <br />When it gets tough gotta fight some more <br /><br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />If it's worth having it's worth fighting for <br /><br />I don't know where we're heading I'm willing and ready to go <br />We've been driving so fast we just need to slow down and just roll <br /><br />Anything that's worth having <br />Is sure enough worth fighting for <br />Quitting's out of the question <br />When it gets tough gotta fight some more <br /><br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />If it's worth having it's worth fighting for <br /><br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love <br />If it's worth having it's worth fighting for<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-4475478965395095308?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-90697981211384360592010-04-15T16:35:00.000-07:002010-04-15T17:00:11.790-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i seriously have nothing to write about right now..<br />hahaha<br />had currently finish my matriculation programme<br />kinda sad had to leave all my friends there<br />but it's a normal thing in life right?<br />got left and leave..<br />i don't see anything abnormal about that<br />gugugagaga...<br />hmmm....<br />nothing left to say ar...<br />daaa....<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-9069798121138436059?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-29078148407693852032010-03-22T04:46:00.000-07:002010-03-22T05:10:02.979-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">i remember...<br />i had a dream one night...<br />i was sitting on a balcony of a very beautiful doll-like house...<br />i watch the beautiful night sky...<br />the soft light blue clouds pasted on the dark blue sky....<br />the moon shine beautifully it almost make me cry...<br />and then i remember everyone who had left me...<br />to stand alone in this world...<br />i miss them soo damn much...<br />my heart feels empty...<br />what's the point of having such a beautiful scene in front of me<br />if i can't share it with anyone?<br />i miss them...<br />i really really miss them...<br /><br />sometimes<br />i wish things can get back like before...<br />laughing together..<br />telling stories and jokes when we're in a car during a long travel...<br />catching up with each other...<br />playing in the rain...<br />eating together....<br />i miss all that moments...<br />i wish things can get back like before...<br />huh...<br />childish...<br /><br />then i continue starring at that very very beautiful sky...<br />so beautiful i can't expressed it with words...<br />starring...<br />with an empty heart... <br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-2907814840769385203?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-85970245325293484972010-03-16T04:46:00.000-07:002010-03-16T04:55:42.407-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">x abes2 gado ngan gefren diek<br />pastu nk lpaskn kat owang len plak<br />bodo tol<br />mne kekwn diek x mnjawhkn dirik dri diek<br />pas2 siap tetnyer akue agie...<br />bodo btol<br />pahm2 sendirik arr...<br />kalo da prangai cam2<br />saper nk dkat<br />pas2<br />semenet gado<br />semenet glak sesamer<br />semenet lgie men tengkng2<br />weyh,<br />get a life, stupid!<br />owang len poun nk idoup aman gakzzz...<br />bodo<br />sengal<br />bangang!<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8597024532529348497?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-59306594277882108242010-03-15T19:57:00.000-07:002010-03-15T20:00:43.962-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">loves cures all?<br />bullshit!<br />love is a death threat<br />the risk is too high<br />it doesn't exists in real world<br />only in fantasy...<br />so...<br />wake up, people!<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-5930659427788210824?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-80896678250334751212010-03-15T19:53:00.000-07:002010-03-15T19:54:50.474-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">just change my blog layout and lovin it!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-8089667825033475121?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-60397360577795393652010-03-12T11:54:00.000-08:002010-03-12T12:01:15.777-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">tak taw la...<br />kekadang akue suker blame owang len<br />but<br />in the end of the day it was actually me<br />i'm the one who should be faulted for all this probs<br />hati akue mdah brubah2..<br />hari ni suke kt org nih<br />mgu dpan suke kat owang len...<br />kakak akue ckp<br />i just like certain aspects of people<br />contohnyer,<br />akue suke A coz die mature and dats about it<br />then akue suke B coz dier bright and dats about it<br />then akue suke C coz dier mysterious and dats about it..<br /><br />akue poun x pahm<br />sometimes akue mls nk pahm<br />akue da cube brklie2 tpu diri akue sendirik<br />when it works it works<br />when it doesn't, then.... pahm2 je la...<br /><br />but akue concern kat owang yg akue mnt tuh...<br />mmg mlg la kn sesaper yg bgie feedback tue...<br />maybe akue mmg dtkdirkn untuk idoup sengsowang kowt...<br />tataw la..<br />i'm a freak<br />dats i know for sure<br /><br />life...<br />*sigh*<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-6039736057779539365?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-66297010676671787812010-03-04T10:32:00.000-08:002010-03-04T10:36:35.804-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">you and me will always be between the lines...<br />xkan jdik paper...<br />xkan wat paper...<br />dats the deal yg akue da wat ngan diri akue...<br />we will never cross it<br />hahaha<br />so now akue leyh fokus kat dri akue jek.<br />selfish?<br />yes!<br />sometimes dlm life nih kiter mmg kne jdik selfish in order to succeed<br />sorry<br />to dat particular person...<br />but<br />just so you know<br />i'll never regret my decision...<br />never...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-6629701067667178781?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-1218403173138276142010-03-04T10:18:00.000-08:002010-03-04T10:23:14.609-08:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Even if you were a million miles away<br />I could still feel you in my bed<br />Near me, touch me, feel me<br />And even at the bottom of the sea<br />I could still hear inside my head<br />Tellin' me, touch me, feel me<br /><br />And all the time you were tellin' me lies </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Tonight I'm gonna find a way to make it without you<br />I'm gonna hold on to the times we had tonight<br />I'm gonna find a way to make it without you<br /><br />Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart? </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Well, you could try sleeping in my bed<br /><br />Lonely, on me nobody ever shut it down like you </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />You want a crown<br />You made my body feel heaven bound<br />Why don't you hold me<br />Near me, I thought you told me<br />You'd never leave me<br /><br />Looking in the sky I could see your face </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />And I know right where I fit in<br />Take me, make me, you know that I'll always be in love<br />With you<br />Right til the end OOh<br /><br />So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Tonight I'm gonna find a way to make it without you<br />I'm gonna hold on to the times we had tonight<br />I'm gonna find a way to make it without you<br /><br /><br />Anybody could've told you right from the start </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It's bound to fall apart<br />So rather than hold on to a broken dream<br />We'll just hold on to love<br /><br />And I could find a way to make it </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Don't hold on too tight<br />I'll make it without you tonight <br /><br />So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you </span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Tonight I'm gonna find a way to make it without you<br />I'm gonna hold on to the times we had tonight<br />I'm gonna find a way to make it without you<br /><br />man: enjoy.....<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-121840317313827614?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-79960086965439462922010-02-27T08:07:00.000-08:002010-02-27T08:28:14.107-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">i wanna thank you</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">coz nobody hav ever made me feel like this before...<br />one minute crying<br />one minute laughing<br />one minute blushing<br />nobody.... but YOU!<br />i have a thousand crush before....<br />but it never felt this real...<br />i love everything about you..<br />i love ur smile<br />i love ur glossy eys<br />i love how the way you walk make me smile all by myself<br />i love how i can't think of anything else when u're around<br />i love how i make myself sound stupid when i'm talking to you<br />but i have to stop coz i know how love can blind me...<br />and maybe even damage me...<br />and you have to stop too...<br />stop giving me the 'signals'<br />stop starring at me<br />stop smiling at me<br />stop calling me<br />i have many others f**kin things to think about..<br />my future<br />my mom<br />my siblings<br />my self....<br />love?<br />i don't put it on my list<br />sorry, but i wanna be happy<br />sorry, but i wanna moved on<br />sorry...<br />but we can't be together..<br />ok<br />time to keep the straight face again..<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-7996008696543946292?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-16393000796393730212010-02-26T18:31:00.000-08:002010-02-26T18:40:23.662-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S4iEsvpPT0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WSHuB-X77eE/s1600-h/gig.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S4iEsvpPT0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WSHuB-X77eE/s320/gig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442746053915791170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">so<br />a friend ask me to go to a gig...<br />and i said<br />i won't go<br />because of the same reason why i won't go to a pasar malam<br />i don't like crowdy place<br />i don't like to be all hot and sweaty<br />but i'm no agoraphobia<br />hahaha<br />just dat the dislikement is sooooo strong<br />but<br />when i give it a second thought<br />i'm such a GEEK!<br />hahahahaha<br />yea...<br />but right<br />i would rather go to a library rather than a gig<br />calmness awes me....<br />yeap<br />i choose geek over gig.<br />how bout dat?<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><blockquote><br /></blockquote></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-1639300079639373021?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074477764725486232.post-37483409659762421872010-02-26T05:41:00.000-08:002010-02-26T05:45:00.373-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S4fQTM-0KQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BZe5UYMWGiU/s1600-h/001539216.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRahDWBqrAA/S4fQTM-0KQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BZe5UYMWGiU/s320/001539216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442547703021316354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sooo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">just started blogging...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hahaha..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tkout r...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tkout trtls diary plakzz kt cniey..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hmmmm<br />wish me luck kayzz...<br />huhuhu.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074477764725486232-3748340965976242187?l=melovemeselfmanionista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>meLOVEmeSELFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087035428361820250noreply@blogger.com1