<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:16:26.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1073453275208391780</id><published>2010-12-24T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:16:40.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>en-fcking-gaged</title><content type='html'>I have said it a thousand times to myself and people around me that I WILL NEVER GET ENGAGED! See, nobody should EVER say NEVER. Everytime I say 'never', the thing that I say 'never' to will always happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should say something like "I will never marry a prince", then maybe it'll happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe "I will never become super rich and famous".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what the power of the word "NEVER" brings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, my boyfriend and I are tied down to an approxiamately 7 months contract. The hantaran, you will have to stay tune, I'll only let you know during the wedding. I feel that the amount is unrealistic, and the hantaran is not so important to me. Kata Y2K couple, tkya ah kecoh2 with the traditional stuff. I can't stop staring at my ring because it feels weird. I am not an accessory person. I don't wear earrings, necklace, bangles and the only ring that I have been wearing is my Tiffany and Co silver ring. I only started wearing it 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose for blogging this down is so that I can read it back when I am older and laugh at myself silly! Or, in case I suddenly have memory loss, my loved ones can always come to my blogger page and show me my blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never imagine myself during my wedding. I have always planned certain details of my wedding in my head but right now, I have to plan everything properly! Seriously, I do not know where to start. I prefer the weddings that mat sallehs have - walking down the isle, exchanging vows, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had it my way, I want to run away and marry secretly. I hated it when I had to sit there during the engagement and people kept on taking pictures of me. Does that mean I can never be a famous hollywood actress? I will not be able to handle all those paparazzi's right?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to hire a personal trainer months before my wedding, start wearing braces 2 years earlier, and prepare every detail of the wedding at least 1 year before the actual day. Since I have only 7 months to prepare, I have to scrap all my plans. I don't care anymore. I'll let my 2 sister in law plan everything like that tv show "Who's wedding is it anyway?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family actually wanted the wedding to be in May, but I couldn't find any nice dates on the calendar. So I decided on July since 7 is my favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will make my engagement album private, cos I hate to let everyone see how simple it was! I did my own makeup and wore my old baju kebaya. But I didn't do too bad on my makeup. That's what my bestfriend told me. Awww, she's too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bonus photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/TRVTDjetsXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/QUb-gbVWpYY/s1600/will%2Bu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/TRVTDjetsXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/QUb-gbVWpYY/s400/will%2Bu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554437035960152434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1073453275208391780?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1073453275208391780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1073453275208391780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1073453275208391780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1073453275208391780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/12/en-fcking-gaged.html' title='en-fcking-gaged'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/TRVTDjetsXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/QUb-gbVWpYY/s72-c/will%2Bu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1369057879300300857</id><published>2010-08-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:49:24.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earth to nira</title><content type='html'>i can blog tru my nokia e72! 3 cheers to that! who blogs often, now that we have twitter and fb right? anyway...i just wanted to put my thoughts somewhere,dont have a pen...so might as well blog. I was JUST THINKING ABOUT ME NOT PRAYING AND NOT FASTING PROPERLY. I FEEL GUILTY ABOUT THAT AND DURING THIS HOLY MONTH I PRAY THAT GOD WILL OPEN UP MY HEART...SO THAT I'M CLOSER TO HIM. I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT ALL THE THINGS THAT I'VE PRAYED AND HOPED FOR,  AND ALL THE GOOD THINGS AND PEOPLE AROUND ME...ALL THOSE ARE GIVEN TO ME...BILE SUSAH DOA, BILE SENANG KITA SEMUA LUPA.  RIGHT?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1369057879300300857?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1369057879300300857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1369057879300300857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1369057879300300857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1369057879300300857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/08/earth-to-nira.html' title='earth to nira'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1406878998850475090</id><published>2010-05-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:03:38.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEDIHNYE!!</title><content type='html'>SO SADDDDDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a video on Youtube about Pasha and Okie. So that was the video that Ct was talking about !!!! Pasha, don't choose anak soebandono tu ! Die masih A-B-G lagi ! So sad.... Pilih lah Okie. RUJUK! RUJUK! RUJUK! So romantic !!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1406878998850475090?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1406878998850475090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1406878998850475090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1406878998850475090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1406878998850475090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/05/sedihnye.html' title='SEDIHNYE!!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1888576029855956823</id><published>2010-05-05T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:35:57.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought wrong</title><content type='html'>Once again, I feel unmotivated to go to work. I thought that by agreeing to mentor others, I would want to come to work because of the new challenge. Instead, I feel the opposite. Gosh, I feel stupid and have this feeling that I will not be a good mentor! I did not even go to poly! Tomorrow I have another one coming, alamak, I feel sick lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand myself. I actually wanted to blog about some other things as well but I worry that it might seem silly when put in words. And, when you address it, it becomes real. So I'll just leave it as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1888576029855956823?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1888576029855956823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1888576029855956823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1888576029855956823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1888576029855956823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-thought-wrong.html' title='I thought wrong'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7456108790069172822</id><published>2010-05-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:14:17.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a state of confusion</title><content type='html'>It has been a week and 2 days. I'm still having Ungu fever. I ACTIVATED my twitter account because Pasha has one. and because makki has it and therefore i can look at exclusive pictures of them backstage! I LIKE.  The other reason is because I am obsessed. That's all. Now, I dont know what to do @ twitter. I dont understand it. I dont know what to post, but I'll prolly get the hand of it soon. I hope. I dont understand how people cope with twitter and Fb. See, if you have twttier, why would you want to post at twitter? Don't understand.  I must get over this. Must get over this soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, everyday, I come home from work, I lie down on my bed and watch youtube videos of Ungu or Pasha. I think I watched most of Ungu's concerts already! Besides that, I turn on their songs before and after sleep, in the shower and in the less than 10 minutes taxi rides to work. But according to Yan, my Ungu fever has subsided slightly. I give myself another week. Moping around doesn't do me any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be mentoring tomorrow. Chey, mentor seh. It is something quite big to me, cause it's my first time. So I must show a good example! Aku sendirik tak masuk polytechnic, then I must mentor polytechnic students. Thank god they are in Year 1. I can be corrupted sometimes, but I try my best ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kla, I still want to watch videos of Pasha and Oncy. Damn you guys la! Why must u be so good looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7456108790069172822?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7456108790069172822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7456108790069172822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7456108790069172822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7456108790069172822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-state-of-confusion.html' title='in a state of confusion'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3684654074775898577</id><published>2010-04-26T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:11:19.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4PWE7vss-k&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4PWE7vss-k&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasha's luar biasa speech. Tunggu video nak upload punye la lembab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WeI0mKU4tk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WeI0mKU4tk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see Oncy gelek2...so cute gitu kan. &lt;br /&gt;And that awful voice singing at the background is NOT ME. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kla thats all. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3684654074775898577?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3684654074775898577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3684654074775898577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3684654074775898577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3684654074775898577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/04/pashas-luar-biasa-speech.html' title='My favourite~'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4272165231669345885</id><published>2010-04-24T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:37:02.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUAR BIASA !</title><content type='html'>I feel like a crazy fan. UNGU CONCERT WAS SUNGGUH LUAR-BIASA! ( seems like everyone who went are using the word "luar biasa" because of Pasha ) He kept saying "luar biasa" through out the concert. SO HOT sia. Even though he is not that fluent in English - LOL. His spoken english + indon accent, super cute lah!!!!!! I can die. Seriously. I was abit upset because the $138 tickets were sold out, so we bought the $88 ticket instead. If not dah bole salam2 dengan Pasha. We got a discount for buying 6 tickets, so we paid $82+ for each ticket. Cik Ct action tanak pergi at first...but later she came along. I was happy that she came, ade member terpekik terlolong dengan aku !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sounded good live and they interacted with the audience. Pasha was quite the comedian last night. He's good looking AND funny ! Saya SUKA. My favourite part was the part where they all switched their roles - Pasha on drums, Oncy sang, Enda played bass, Makki played lead and Rowman played the guitar also la, he took Oncy's place. While Pasha was playing the drum, he sort of almost dropped one of the sticks!! KEKEK!!! Hahahaha....Well actually that wasn't my ONLY favourite part. I LOVE every single part of yesterday, well maybe not the opening act. Tak baik seh, but serious lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting the pictures @ FB, nanti ramai orang see my Pasha and Oncy, I tak suka lah. Hehehe. Cannot share ramai lah. My blog is read my very few people, so okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the pictures are not that clear because I just realised how sucky the quality of zoomed pictures are. The girl infront of me had an awesome camera, when she zoomed her pictures were still clear, she got a good picture of Pasha's pretty face. Benci skali, dalah she so tall, then block my view !! Just like Zoukout, they didnt allow DSLR cameras in. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/stage.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was too good to be true! The tall girl with the tudung and the good camera came in and sat, but thank goodness I still can see Pasha and Oncy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ctsiphone.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures from Ct's iphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/love1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was supposed to start @ 8pm but those people lah, very late sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/love2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/interview.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/interview2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/love3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/opening.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alamak, this picture is supposed to be on top. 7 with the opening act, they did 3 songs. I almost died waiting for Ungu to come out. The guy in white ah, really tak bole angkat sia...act like mana nye rock star. But ok lah, B- for effort. It's kind off embarassing because one of their song sounds just like Melly Goeslow's "Apa artinya Cinta". Where's your originality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/love4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/love5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/love6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/oncy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/cintadlmhati.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/hnp.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/yhadi.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a) Why did he have to use Pasha's purple mic stand? Nooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;b) Why? Why, did he agree on putting on those horrendous outfit! He looked like a K pop star! Just like Taufik on Singapore Idol final concert. SERIOUSLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, he sounded GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/pondrum.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not clear, but I just wanted to show the evidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/pc.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ct and I went up to the centre to snap a picture, I was too kanchiong I did not take a good picture! Kental nak mampus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/demiwaktu.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encore performance! I'm glad they came out!&lt;br /&gt;WTH Singaporeans??!! You're suppose to shout "ENCORE,ENCORE!" like that bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;But MOST of them were sitting there doing nothing and some were already standing up to go off!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god we had some clever ones in the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/finale.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sad that it had to end! I was crazy envious of the VIP pass holders! Haha, but I read somewhere on THE FB page that Ungu was soooo tired that there were starting to rebel. Can't imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....I wished we got to THAT place on time! I can't believe they came out and shook hands with some of the fans who did not have the VIP pass. When we reached there, they were going off already. ONCY, isap rokok sorang siak. BENCI. Nolah, SUKA. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/unfair4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasha was wearing a yellow tshirt. They were taking a group photo with their fans. I SEDIH you know Pasha, why you do this to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/unfair3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/unfair.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/unfair2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/test-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my absolute unfairness pictures are not in order,so tired lah post so many pictures! See lah, they got to take picture with him you know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/aftershow.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/suka.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4272165231669345885?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4272165231669345885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4272165231669345885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4272165231669345885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4272165231669345885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/04/luar-biasa.html' title='LUAR BIASA !'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7390485291513424880</id><published>2010-04-13T08:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:20:55.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a bad day - 2010 edition</title><content type='html'>today i feel lousy. first i quarreled with my sup. usually i never answer her back or disagree because i find it pointless to argue with her, and she is a person who always thinks she is right and if u argue with her its never ending! and if she starts picking on you,every working day will be sucky. but today, akak kene duromine effect, so wire ada lari sikit. i told her that she never listen everytime,everytime thinks that she's right. cb btol. shout3 la...like 2 mad women just now. first time....3 years of pented up anger!!! then after that i bingit with my bf cos he is sooo insensitive can?!!! org da bad day lag kasi aku no mood. i was telling him that i'm just waiting for him...and told him i'm ready so he told my colleague...he specifically asked 'when do u know u are ready for marriage?' kirekn mcm nk kene kan aku la gitu...nk ckp aku not ready lah. still say aku ni baju dah mandi tk nk angkat!! klah aku not ready lah. kau nk tgk aku punye not ready mcm mana....k nanti aku tnjukkn kau k. taik btol....the previous post,i take alllllllll back,except for the deemo part. aku pn tnk kawin ngn indon lah! lelaki indon kawin pakai kain, mcm makcik2 je!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7390485291513424880?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7390485291513424880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7390485291513424880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7390485291513424880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7390485291513424880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-bad-day-2010-edition.html' title='i had a bad day - 2010 edition'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1344949646182662617</id><published>2010-04-10T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:47:44.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something nice</title><content type='html'>This was when we went to East Coast. I was feeling fat on that day so that was why we had to do some exercise. The initial plan was to go jogging but biasalah Yan and Zaf malas dowant to go jogging. I was so tired and the end of it because it has been awhile since I last roller bladed! After that we went to lagoon for drinks. Nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ec1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ec2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though my perut berlipat i still post this pic cos it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ec3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ec2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ec4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf holding the $10 000 drink. Ciggs + water + peanut sauce and dunno what else lah. He said that if someone came over and dare him to drink that for 10k, he would. LIKE REAL ONLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1344949646182662617?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1344949646182662617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1344949646182662617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1344949646182662617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1344949646182662617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-nice.html' title='Something nice'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4695487305869933946</id><published>2010-04-10T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:37:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning, rain is (absent)</title><content type='html'>I am ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/IMG_0787.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but look at my nails as I am typing. They're &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BLUE.&lt;/span&gt; I know right! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BLUE.&lt;/span&gt; It's nice, cause it's bright and I don't know why I like blue nowadays. Everything I eye is blue. I bought a lot of bright and colourful nail polishes from The Face Shop. Blame it on Youtube. They have all the nice tutorials on nail art and they use such lovely colours, so I had to buy them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just escaped a VERY tough Q&amp;amp;A session with my previous 8 year old student. She asked me what was the meaning of 'in a relationship' means. Then I told her it means that THAT someone is your special friend. GOSH! That's appropriate right?!!! Then she proceeded to ask me if I was going out to watch a movie with Don Jan Dmarco (Yan's fb name). It was so awkward!! I don't know what to answer, thank god she typed 'Bye bye' before I had to answer another set of questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friends and I went KITE FLYING. AT NIGHT. WHEN THERE WAS NO WIND. So pandai. Of course, me and Ct did not run like mad, only our partners did. Anyway, the highlight of the day (for me) wasnt the kite flying, it was DEEMO of course. She can TALK. Well not really talk. But she said 'ATOK'. SO CLEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Aunty Cikgu is so proud of you even though you cannot say 'aunty' yet. ATOK and AUNTY sounds almost the same so I know you can do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You can watch the video of her dancing featuring her mummy's googles here - &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/video/video.php?v=408655014972&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learns something new everytime I see her. She knows how to clap and nod and shake her head and stand. AND I  heard her saying 'nak' when she was nodding her head yesterday. (thats because we all say 'nak,nak,nak' and nod our head to make her NOD HER HEAD) Gettit? Understand tak? Cute you know!!! AND AND AND, yesterday I said 'grass' and she ALMOST said it but you can't really hear it. Hahahaha...so cleverrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/IMG_9411.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE,LOVE,LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much has been happening in my life right now. Every weekday it's the same old routine - come home from work  - eat - log in to fb - bejeweled night with yan while listening to KC and chipmunk - sleep. Haha. I'm not complaining as long as I have the one I love beside me. The one who can't wait to see me everyday, even if it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't blog often I might as well use this opportunity to tell everyone how much I love my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 8 years, I finally decided that he's THE ONE. Yes, that long. I have been with him since I was 14 turning 15. How do I know if he's the one? I don't see anyone else but him. I can't even think of being with anyone but him and many2 more. I want to do things like cooking and cleaning and other house wifey things because of him. Not that he minds. He doesn't mind if I don't know how to cook or clean. REALLY. AND because he told me he didn't mind, the more I want to learn how to do those stuff. If it was the other way round, for example, if he asks me to learn how to cook I WILL NEVER LEARN IT cos I hate guys who thinks that their wife HAS to know how to cook and clean up after their SHIT. I will NEVER tolerate with that kind of thinking. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, where were we? Oh, the part about how much I love my bf right? Haha. I love it that I can dig my nose in front of him and then show my booger to him. Hahaha, that is weird, I know but come on, we live in the real world, and we ALL HAVE TO DIG OUR NOSE RIGHT?! When you get married, do you really want to go to the toilet everytime you want to dig your nose. Every morning I will ask him to tumbok/inject/massage my body and he still does it even if he complains alot. Haha. I love you even though you called me a 'dictator'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "Bride Wars" the other night and I LOVED that part where Emma jogged all the way to her bf's office to ask about the ring...and his bf said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have never met a more obnoxious...complicated, overbearing gorgeous, smart, sexy woman in my life.And if you had just waited until tonight- then you wouldn't be the woman I fell in love with...because she doesn't know how to wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course Yan didnt say anything close to that! Haha, but I can't help but go "awwwwwww" eveytime I see that part of the movie. It's so sweet because all guys should be like that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being the crook/bad guy when I'm with you! You see everytime we go shopping, and we're looking at the things...and the irritating salesperson comes and ask 'yes, can i help you?' and then they will ask whether you want to buy things and Yan always looks over at me and asks "kau nk beli tk?" and then I AM FORCED to say "No" ...and the salesperson would probably think, dekni da tgk2 tknk beli buat susah aku je...Yan is very pandai, he slalu dowant to say No to people. Semua yes,yes,yes. Aku lah kene jadi sasaran kene jadi the bad guy. Everywhere he goes, people smile at him, bile tgk muka aku je orang sume tak layan. Kwang3..pasal my face like a stuck up bitch. What to do.....hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/IMG_9464.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you love me even though I'm a dictator.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the perfect man. But you're perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4695487305869933946?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4695487305869933946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4695487305869933946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4695487305869933946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4695487305869933946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-morning-rain-is-absent.html' title='Sunday morning, rain is (absent)'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5787359187990797110</id><published>2010-03-01T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T02:13:04.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final verdict</title><content type='html'>finally the officer came just now. kelam kabut finish up all the lesson plan!!! so we'll just wait til tomorrow to see where we screwed up!!! confirm ade je something, prangai dektu memang mcm gitu,yang tak ada di ada adakn! menyampah aku! so now tk la se stress sangat! i reallly prayyyy that she gets 2 years...if not she will die2 find fault with all of us! YESTERDAY I WENT SHOPPING AGAIN!! BOUGHT CHEAP STUFF LA KAN,NANT KENE LABEL MATERIALISTIC PULAK SUSAH....I BOUGHT YAN A BACKPACK FROM FRESHBOX,IT'S NICE...NAK SANGAT BACKPACK KN! SAY THANK U TO MUNI ! NANTI DA ADA BACKPACK MATI2 PAKAI BACKPACK BURUK TU JUGAK! THEN AKU BELIKAN SUA PANJANG,DIE NANTI PAKAI SUA PENDEK JUGAK! NAK TUNJOK KAN ORG BULU PETAK DIE! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5787359187990797110?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5787359187990797110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5787359187990797110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5787359187990797110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5787359187990797110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/03/final-verdict.html' title='final verdict'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1495558714514733664</id><published>2010-02-27T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:48:40.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bikin gua panas</title><content type='html'>pagi2 bangun sudah smangat nk mkn breakfast because my mother finally cooked something i wanted to eat! YAN IS ALWAYS PISSED OFF AT ME WHEN I READ LIVE UPDATES FROM FB ALL THE TIME, MEMANG PADAN MUKA AKU.DA BACA KAN DA BORING SENDIRIK. HAHAHAHA. KLA I WANT TO EAT WHATEVER I CAN EAT THEN I WANT TO GO SHOPPING LAGI SMPAI DUIT HABES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1495558714514733664?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1495558714514733664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1495558714514733664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1495558714514733664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1495558714514733664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/02/bikin-gua-panas.html' title='bikin gua panas'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1066815315376192250</id><published>2010-02-27T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:26:18.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That smile</title><content type='html'>Dear John,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally know the reason behind your smile when you were outside the cafe! You're thinking, "Great your husband finally died and now you're single again!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Of course I love "Dear John". Must buy the DVD to add to my collection. In must return me "The Notebook" back ah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to Sephora!! I bought the Urban Decay eyeshadow primer and Elizabeth Arden face powder foundation. I read on Sarah Chaudry that it's good, so I'm giving it a try. I wanted to buy the dome brush and mascara but I KNOW that the price would be nearing to 200 so better buy separately so tak sakit hati sangat lah. I WANT A FACE PRIMER. WANT,WANT,WANT. MUST BUY.MUST BUY.MUST BUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I would try to take note of my own expenses. Just today, we spent almost 200. $50 - food, $10 - ciggs, $90 - items from Sephora, $30 - movies &amp;amp; snacks. I always get pissed off at Yan because I always think that he spends my money for his things, but actually I am the one who spends like nobody's business! All the items that I'm going to buy are justifiable, like shoes, 3 of my footwears pecah, because dah lama tak pakai that's why die merajuk. Then mascara I need to buy cos mine finished, and the one I have is not waterproof, kesian kan bile hujan aku jadi hantu. Then the face primer is a must because if you don't use a primer you have to touch up many times, then when you touch up many times, your powder finish faster, then you must waste money buy new one. BETOL TAK? YES or NO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I am going to hunt for the perfect sandals. I saw one @ Steve Madden but I must look around somemore, takot not worth it you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1066815315376192250?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1066815315376192250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1066815315376192250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1066815315376192250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1066815315376192250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-smile.html' title='That smile'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4739023642164283634</id><published>2010-02-24T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:24:26.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tata Tatar</title><content type='html'>Hari ini, terasa macam nak blog dalam bahasa melayu. Alamak, cannot lah....must mix2 abit. Anyway, hari ini the urge to ink my skin datang balik. Macam nak buat bow (as in ribbon bow, not bow and arrow nye bow) with polka dots on it. Cute gitu kaaaaannnn~ Menyampah. Dowant to put pictures la, nanti takut org nak ikut2 pulak. Kakakakaka, jahat eh. Tkpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni, I pergi cuci gigi. So taik gigi yang almost 6 months old dah pun hilang. Alhamdulillah amin. Tak sabar nye nak gaji, tak sabar nak pergi Sephora borong sumer bende. Macam real je borong, pergi Sephora buy like 2 or 3 things dah cost almost 100 ke da jejak pn 100+. Tkpe, janji pergi cuci mata, then buy 2 or 3 stuff da puas. Actually tak lah, tap tkpe..next month ada mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sabar nak reach 2 June. Kan birthday yours truly, bole pergi holiday! Insyallah, takmo plan semangat dah tu tak jadi, hampa hati. Once Zaff is back, can plan everything. Wohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, till then. Blog entry sungguh tak masuk otak. Tapi takpe, u all baca jugak kan. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4739023642164283634?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4739023642164283634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4739023642164283634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4739023642164283634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4739023642164283634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/02/tata-tatar.html' title='tata Tatar'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6041865283031254347</id><published>2010-02-16T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:57:02.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend + CNY</title><content type='html'>CNYs are so disappointing for us non chinese. Almost all the shops are closed by 5pm on the eve of CNY. I pity the tourists who happen to visit during these periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centre is closed tomorrow so NO WORK FOR ME. Wohoooo. So only 2 days of work this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid Home @ Boat Quay a visit on the eve on CNY. It was BORING. We didn't know where to go, I refused on going to Delmar because it's far. So we asked Mamat where we could go to, and since he was there, he invited us. We went in FOC. Feeewitt Mamat jamin seh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked so out of place, most of them are wearing those tie dyed t shirt with Zohan's faded denim shorts! YES, even the guys. It was their Psychedelic Night that Saturday, I totally don't know what's going on. It looked as if everyone was used to everything that was going on there, so nampak nye kiter berempat macam rusa masuk kampung. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/homeclub.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to the zoo. Mak datuk, the zoo was packed! I guess that's because it is one of the few recreational places opened! We even saw chinese people wearing cheongsam there. Visit relatives ke..? Hehe, kidding. Of all the many pictures Yan took, these are the few pictures that made the cut. Others were mainly pictures of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! It was Deemo's first visit to the zoo. She wasn't even looking at the animals, she prefered to look at the surroundings - like the trees, leaves and HER FAN. And maybe Yam - when she wore her tiger mask. Siti had to force her to look at them animals. She only paid attention to the two crazy ponies and the goats. Well, I'm not sure about the ponies la, but according to Siti, Deemo looked at the goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/zoo2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/zoo1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to wake up early tomorrow so that we can go to the beach. I feel like lazing around with a book and maybe go tanning walaupun akak sudah gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourselves to go to work people. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6041865283031254347?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6041865283031254347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6041865283031254347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6041865283031254347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6041865283031254347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-cny.html' title='Weekend + CNY'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1947263322437347433</id><published>2010-02-11T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:51:46.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cats.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally. A picture. Wohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with that jacket. I almost passed on buying it because of the price. I hate to spend more than $70 on clothings. I allow myself to spend more on jeans but not on tops/outerwear. One should only splurge on bags and shoes. It has been a while since I went shoe shopping. Maybe next month. I am so shocked at my account balance that I have since promised myself to take the bus everyday after work. I succeeded in taking the bus twice this week. Can I get a woot-woot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is an "UPDATES" entry. So far the proudest thing that I did this year was to throw that surprise party for Yan's birthday and cleaning up the mess afterwards! Of course I had help from my bff - CT. It was her idea to do the surprise @ home. I can't believe Yan actually waited for me at work when I was actually at home! He waited for nearly an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yandeemo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/yandeemo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seen in FB. Haha. I will try to post pictures that are not in FB. Josh made me snort the tobacco. It felt super cold. I went into a sneezing frenzy after that. I will NEVER torture my nose like that ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snort.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/snort.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY. Yet another year where almost all the shops in Singapore are closed. I can't decide whether I love this long PH that we get or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pay is still not enough for me. I want more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abrupt end of post-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1947263322437347433?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1947263322437347433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1947263322437347433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1947263322437347433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1947263322437347433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3212168543701960257</id><published>2010-02-10T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:49:31.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHENEVER I GET PISSED OFF FOR A FEW DAYS IN A ROW, OR GET PISSED OFF FOR MOST OF THE DAYS IN THE MONTH I GET BLAMED FOR BEING A CHEATER. I WANT TO BEST, WHETHER I DESERVE IT OR NOT. WE CAN ALL DREAM, SO MIGHT AS WELL DREAM BIG RIGHT? I AM HAPPY, BUT RIGHT NOW THERE'S NO FIRE WORKS. I WANT FIRE WORKS, SO GET ME SOME. I WANT TO BE LOVED EVEN WHEN I DON'T DESERVE IT. ESPECIALLY WHEN I DON'T DESERVE IT. DULU NK AKU BALEK ....WAHHH PANDAI. SKARANG APE DA JADI...DAH CONFIDENT PE, KONON DA SEAL THE DEAL LAH TU. I'M GOING TO MAKE THINGS SO DIFFICULT, YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE IT. TELL EVERYONE, THE BITCH IS BACK. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3212168543701960257?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3212168543701960257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3212168543701960257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3212168543701960257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3212168543701960257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/02/whenever-i-get-pissed-off-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-2365475582978855527</id><published>2010-02-03T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:57:15.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot what it is like to fall really sick. dah lama tk demam....i feel restless, i sit salah, stand salah...everything i do i will feel nauseas. the doctor wanted to send me to a and e but i didn't want. i was vomitting the whole night and my body is very2 weak right now. HUNGRY, BUT DUNNO WHAT TO EAT. ANYWAY MY LAPTOP WAS SENT FOR REPAIR...SO NO GOSSIP GIRLS, NO ED WESTWICK. HE'S ACCENT IS SO SEXY. SO SAD THAT I'M SICK, THAT MEANS I CAN'T GO TO THE BURBERRY SALE AS PLANNED. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-2365475582978855527?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/2365475582978855527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=2365475582978855527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2365475582978855527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2365475582978855527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-forgot-what-it-is-like-to-fall-really.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3351741060189965579</id><published>2010-01-26T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:27:20.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually waiting for my Gossip Girl video to load so while waiting I might as well blog right?&lt;br /&gt;I thought NO ONE was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am active in FB btw. Sometimes I have the strong urge to blog, and I compose them in my head but as soon as I get back, I start to feel tired and sooooo uninspired to blog. I am starting to feel like a walrus once again. SO EFFING FAT. I ate the last capsule this morning. Urgghhh...I'm starting to sweat abit - WHAT IF I CAN'T get it anymore? I noticed that the only time I REALLY blog is when I took duromine. It keeps my mind running you know. Gets me thinking alot. Today I told my supervisor that I was thinking of taking up the position as Assistant Supervisor. I am super scared about it. She is crazy. She gives alot of work and stress! I don't know if I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I am hoping that she teaches me slowly before making anything official. IF Persis can do it, so can I ! I'm young right? This is the time where people work their asses off am I right? What is the worse that can happen? YIKES! Right now, I am psyching myself up. I think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking differently now, and god-only-knows I AM TERRIFIED of the change in my thinking. I think that, that someone might just be......... SO that's why I want to work hard and climb that ladder so that I get more money and can finally SAVE IT FOR SOMETHING important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3351741060189965579?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3351741060189965579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3351741060189965579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3351741060189965579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3351741060189965579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4591345925774124492</id><published>2010-01-04T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:09:07.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping with a troubled mind</title><content type='html'>first day of school was alright for me. i have only 2 new girls in class, the rest are the old batch of children. still taking the same classES minus playgroup.AS I EXPECTED, SHE ASKED IF I WANTED MY BONUS OR INCREMENT. I SWEAR I HATE HER SO MUCH. SHE SAID THAT SHE HAS NEVER GIVEN ANYONE THAT AMOUNT OF INCREMENT, YEAH RIGHT... I OPTED FOR THE INCREMENT AJE.SUCKS TO WORK AT A PRIVATE CTR. DAMN IT. BILER GAJI AKU NAK ADA 2 KAT DEPAN....? PELAN2 KAYUH SAK.                                                          LAST YEAR, I DID NOT MAKE ANY NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS, THIS YEAR I WANT TO TREAT MY LOVED ONES (MY MUM AND YAN) BETTER BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN TOLERATING MY SHITEOUS BEHAVIOUR FOR YEARS, AND STILL LOVE ME FOR BEING ME. ANOTHER THING THAT I WANT TO DO IS TO BRING MY MUM OUT MORE OFTEN - HOLIDAYS, SHOPPING, DINNER, ETC...LAST BUT NOT LEAST, I WANT TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF MYSELF (BODY,MIND,SOUL). LIN AND I ARE PLANNING TO JOIN YOGA THIS YEAR...HOPE THAT HAPPENS. RIGHT NOW, MY HAIR AND SKIN IS IN TERRIBLE CONDITION. I DON'T EVEN SHAVE MY LEGS ANYMORE...! i SHOULD REALLY INVEST IN A GOOD SKIN REGIME. I NEED TO TOUCH UP MY ROOTS AND CUT AWAY ALL THE SPLIT ENDS. EEEEEK! TERUK LA MY HAIR! OHHHH..AND THIS YEAR, I WANT TO WORK HARDER THAN BEFORE, MAYBE TAKE ON SOME SUPERVISORY ROLES. I AM ACTUALLY SO SCARED TO TAKE ON EXTRA  RESPONSIBILITIES...BUT IF NOT NOW THEN WHEN RIGHT?! WHEN YAN GETS A PART TIME JOB, HE WONT HAVE TIME FOR ME, THEN I CAN WORK HARD. LIN WILL BE GETTING MARRIED ON THE 10.10.10...SHE WILL RESIGN IN SEPT. SO SAD. DONT KNOW IF I STILL HAVE THE HEART TO WORK THERE.                                                  I WAS PISSED OF ABOUT SOMETHING THE OTHER DAY, BUT NOW I JUST THINK ITS BETTER TO JUST BRUSH THAT FEELING AWAY.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4591345925774124492?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4591345925774124492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4591345925774124492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4591345925774124492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4591345925774124492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleeping-with-troubled-mind.html' title='sleeping with a troubled mind'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-8538471084644698568</id><published>2009-12-25T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:30:14.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snappy</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very gloomy right now. It looks like it's about to rain outside, my house is very dark right now. Well, I kinda like it. Suits my mood. I don't know why I am such an unhappy person. Right now, I cannot pin point as to what is making me feel unhappy. Maybe it's because of my period. I had the worst cramp as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to blog about my disastrous holiday in Jakarta and Bandung. We were supposed to go to London, I know...but somehow I WAS TOLD that more people wanted to follow so we could not get 6 tickets for the same date, so we had to refund everything. I cried and quarrelled with Yan for 2 days straight. So DAMN DISAPPOINTED, nasib blom beli winter coat. We did not REALLY go anywhere in Bandung, which was another disappointment. I wanted to go to Ci-walk so badly but hey, there will be a next time. (insyallah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew to Jakarta with Qatar. I was glad that I could watch movies throughout the journey because it distracted me from the take off and landing period. I hate it when my ears feel 'stuck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/bandung%20jakarta%2009/inplaneathouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/bandung%20jakarta%2009/outhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a car to Bandung. It took us about 2 hours plus to get to Yan's aunty's (Tante Betty) house. The drive there was scary because the drivers there are very crazy. The picture on the left is where we stayed. Just across Tante Betty's house is her daughter's house (picture on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/bandung%20jakarta%2009/house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have an indoor pond. How nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the 2nd day, we went up to Taman Wisata Alam - Gunung Tangkuban Parahu. It was very cold there. Nothing much there, they sell sweaters, crafts and some cheap toys. There were a few men selling hats and keychains, and they kept on following us where ever we went. NEVER say you'll buy their stuff later cos they WILL keep on following you. Just say you're not interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loved looking at the volcano, so it was worth the long drive. (approx. 1 hour plus) The man there told us that it is an inactive one. Plus, Yan's papa TALKED TO ME you know. That is MAJOR. He rarely talks to me, and I am scared shit of him. Hahahaha. Mr Bernard talked to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/bandung%20jakarta%2009/up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/bandung%20jakarta%2009/up2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, I am now very tired. Will update when I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I will be in Bangkok on the 3oth Dec to 2 Jan. I hope it will be worth it. The tickets during peak period are expensive even for budget airline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-8538471084644698568?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/8538471084644698568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=8538471084644698568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8538471084644698568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8538471084644698568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/12/snappy.html' title='Snappy'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-2065925821115937966</id><published>2009-12-25T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:33:49.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so keen</title><content type='html'>blogging doesn't interest me anymore. my blog entries are getting lesser every year. if u compare my old blog with my current one...u would notice that i dont do birthday wishes and the usual selamat hari raya, merry xmas, happy cny...blah3 stuff anymore.IT'S SO COMMON, AND EVERYONE IS DOING THAT. I AM CURRENTLY BLOGGING VIA MY E72, AND NOW I DONT KNOW WHY EVERYTHING IS IN CAPS. LET'S TRY AGAIN...OK SCREW IT, CANT FIGURE OUT WHY...AND I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO MOVE ON TO A NEW PARAGRAPH,SO EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE IN ONE PARAGRAPH. ANYWAY, AS YOU KNOW, I ATTENDED ZOUKOUT 09 WITH THE USUALS, I AM OKAY WITH DANCE MUSIC, CAN'T SAY IT WAS THE BEST PARTY THOUGH. THE LASER LIGHTS WERE UBER COOL, LOVES IT. WE CAME IN QUITE EARLY TO AVOID THE LONG QUEUE. I GOT TIRED REALLY EARLY...IS IT BECAUSE IM AGING? HAHA, I SOUND LIKE AN OLD PERSON. ANYWAY, I WON'T BE BLOGGING AS OFTEN BUT I WILL UPDATE MY FB REGULARLY. I DONT TWITTER BECAUSE I FIND IT POINTLESS to have fb and twitter. see suddenly the caps are all gone. ok back to the topic on twitter, why would you want to have twitter when u have fb? u can just update the status there ON FB WHAT...WHY YOU WANT TO DO IT ON BOTH. anyway people are just signing up because everyone is doing it. so nvm about that lah. this blog won't be filled with many pictures as from now, it will just be a place for me to rant nonsense, just like this. entries filled with words, words and more words. i feel like i have left that part of life in which you care about street trends, DOING THINGS THAT MANY ARE DOING and using words and phrases that are 'in' . i finally watched 'bohsia' and i finally got to hear how they say their 'doh's and 'wey's. lol. after seeing so many of those words in blogs and tagboards. hahahaha...and you know, me and yan had to google photos of life spirit bags to see what it looked like because we did not have a clue as to what the people in anti  minah kening were talking about. and when we finally knew how it looks like, we take every opportunity to spot the bag if we see someone wearing it. we don't kutok la ...we only say 'eh bag tu ah' hahaha. i guess this kind of thing will happen once you're a little older. lin is 26 and she is worse than me, she doesnt even listen to new songs anymore and she has to depend on me to tell her what's in and what's not. SO HERE'S TO GROWING OLDER AND EMBRACING IT. YEAH RIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-2065925821115937966?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/2065925821115937966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=2065925821115937966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2065925821115937966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2065925821115937966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-so-keen.html' title='not so keen'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3187637714872098201</id><published>2009-12-10T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:55:55.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar by Soon Lee</title><content type='html'>I finally headed to town last weekend and came across this shop at Cineleisure. What attracted me to it was its deco (as usual) Me likes pretty shops. Anyway, the shop was awesome because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sell footwear and clothes and other stuff like bags and books. All their clothes there can be matched with their sneakers. They sell pretty, pretty clothes....serious! By pretty I don't mean like glitzy dresses and stuff, more like smart-casual. I'm not doing them any justice with my lack of descriptions but I'll definitely head there back. I love their shirts and shoes. They sell TOMS but too bad it's made out of pig lining. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pig lining, Yan's mum's friend gave me a Gucci bag and we saw the trademark 3 dots on the leather. Gross. Ewwww.....terpegang LAGI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update after ZOUKOUT. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3187637714872098201?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3187637714872098201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3187637714872098201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3187637714872098201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3187637714872098201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/12/rockstar-by-soon-lee.html' title='Rockstar by Soon Lee'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3695656603796002745</id><published>2009-11-30T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:04:38.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby are you down, down, down, down, down?</title><content type='html'>I am feeling VERY2 down. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. I know it makes me feel sucky, restless, depressed, anxious, worried over little things etc... but I still take it. Well, I NEEDED the energy! It was Monday and after 3 days of resting at home, my ass felt heavy, so cannot wake up. Tomorrow I have to be PUNCTUAL because I KNOW she's going to be early. Now I can't sleep, I would prolly jerk up from my sleep if I slept now. So might as well make myself SUPER tired before I sleep. God, I hate this. Can't wait for the down time to be OVER. WORST, tomorrow I have PTC with 5 parents. My heart is pumping so hard, feels like it's coming out from my chest. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the things I do to maintain my weight. I know, it's my own bloody fault that I cannot discipline myself to eat healthy food. I hate all you skinny people. No scratch that. I hate skinny people who hate on people who are on the heavier side. If someone said I was getting fatter or chubbier I'll be so depressed and I'll be grumpy the whole day. YOU GUYS SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must stop being too dependent on it. The slimming pill lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3695656603796002745?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3695656603796002745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3695656603796002745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3695656603796002745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3695656603796002745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-are-you-down-down-down-down-down.html' title='baby are you down, down, down, down, down?'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4094470421618976963</id><published>2009-11-28T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:25:38.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Robsessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SxHoJA3pJbI/AAAAAAAAASc/YoiqdKE6OpE/s1600/normal_TLEWCoverDecember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409359868998526386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SxHoJA3pJbI/AAAAAAAAASc/YoiqdKE6OpE/s400/normal_TLEWCoverDecember.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, OMG. Jacob is super super HOT in the movie. His pearlie whites are so perfect. See, I don't like Rob Pattinson (but I'll still see his new movie - Remember Me) but I am IN LOVE with his character Edward Cullen.  I LIKE TAYLOR LAUTNER and JACOB! Jacob is warm and sunny and has a good sense of humour but he's not as romantic as Edward but OH GOSHHHHH. Super hot. Someone whistled when he took off his shirt during the movie. I actually hate guys with muscular/beefy body but I'll make an exception for Taylor. Why must he be 17? Well it's ok cos he's dating Taylor Swift who is older than him. So that means he IS INTO the cougar stuff. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was AWESOME because of Jacob. I still prefer the book, and I hate that they changed a few stuff here and there. I think people who did not read the book will find in boring and draggy. I love the books,  I love the first movie, love the characters, love everything about The Twilight Saga. So I give this movie an A- because I'm biased. Bring on Eclispe baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4094470421618976963?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4094470421618976963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4094470421618976963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4094470421618976963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4094470421618976963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/screw-robsessed.html' title='Screw Robsessed!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SxHoJA3pJbI/AAAAAAAAASc/YoiqdKE6OpE/s72-c/normal_TLEWCoverDecember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7363227339596552594</id><published>2009-11-26T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:06:14.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant WAIT</title><content type='html'>Can't wait to catch NEW MOON later @ 9:30 pm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZoukOut tickets = BOUGHT. What to wear? What to wear??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7363227339596552594?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7363227339596552594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7363227339596552594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7363227339596552594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7363227339596552594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-wait.html' title='Cant WAIT'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3545766339848963725</id><published>2009-11-24T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:24:43.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so hooked on Pet's Society and Restaurant City. I am actually waiting to beat someone's high score @ Restaurant City, just a few thousand then I'll be ranking #6. Wait, I just checked, YEY I beat his score. Wohooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am supposed to fill up of the progress reports. So lazy. Have been procrastinating since 6:00pm. Shit, another half an hour more "Daddy stay at home" is going to start! Better do now. You should watch the drama - Channel 8, 9:00pm. Mad funny. ZhengKang is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3545766339848963725?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3545766339848963725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3545766339848963725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3545766339848963725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3545766339848963725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-hooked-on-pets-society-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5986095388119987477</id><published>2009-11-23T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:51:13.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too cute to resist</title><content type='html'>Can't resist this cute pictures of Deemo aka cheeseburger. She's such a natural, she immediately knew how to hold the burger. She's at the stage where she wants to put everything in her mouth. I did not see her for 2 weeks and suddenly she knows how to grab things already! So fast! And you can see that she is already starting to show her degil side...so cute lah Deemo. She lost some weight but still super cute, I feel like biting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she did not cry when she came over last Saturday. Well that's because I did not disturb her or pretend to scold her. She smiled and laughed alot, I like. I should be nice to her more often, so that she can reward me with her smiles. Awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/tookiut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/part2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/cheeseburger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favourite photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5986095388119987477?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5986095388119987477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5986095388119987477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5986095388119987477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5986095388119987477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-cute-to-resist.html' title='too cute to resist'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4721030671443046163</id><published>2009-11-20T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:28:28.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How come everytime you come around ...my LONDON, LONDON bridge wanna go down...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Swd1r6ABjII/AAAAAAAAASU/xGxi4JLnIY8/s1600/2334039881_725e6bf364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406419274845752450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Swd1r6ABjII/AAAAAAAAASU/xGxi4JLnIY8/s400/2334039881_725e6bf364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am crazy excited !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to LONDON (insyallah kalau panjang umur).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tickets have been paid for, all thanks to Yan's mum. This time, my mother/his mother and sister, Kak Mag will be following too so I'm not going to cry like mad. We'll be leaving on the 18th December - 24th December. I am SO going on leave, even if it's UNPAID LEAVE. I have a feeling that I have to take unpaid leave because my colleague has already applied for LEAVE before me. Anyway I don't leave my responsibilities just like that, I'm leaving after I see ALL the parents for PTC what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, a friend told me that it is depressing to be in London in December because it rains almost everyday and the sun sets at 3:30pm. I double checked and yes, the sun sets at around 4:00pm. Their shops close at 7:00-8:00pm. I read somewhere that shops in Australia closes at 5:00pm? Lucky them right? Don't have to work like slaves unlike us - Singaporeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janji dapat pijak London sudah k. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dd's going to Perth next year to study for 6 months. We're all planning to visit her once she finishes her course. She is so brave to go there all by herself. I wish I was like her. I hate being alone. I think I'll die if I'm alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm kinda 50-50 on going to Zoukout. I am such a party pooper. I doubt I can hold my liqour because it has been quite sometime since I REALLY drink alot and I ALWAYS get tired easily. There will be MANY people there and waiting for transport will be a nightmare. But if CT wants to go, then I'll go cos I am such a good friend and I'm also a bit excited about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait for the new year to start. Wonder how much my increment will be this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4721030671443046163?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4721030671443046163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4721030671443046163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4721030671443046163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4721030671443046163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-come-everytime-you-come-around-my.html' title='How come everytime you come around ...my LONDON, LONDON bridge wanna go down...?'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Swd1r6ABjII/AAAAAAAAASU/xGxi4JLnIY8/s72-c/2334039881_725e6bf364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3889609826930833039</id><published>2009-11-15T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:47:23.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/new-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got what I wanted - to fall sick. My throat hurts like HELL. Last night I woke up at 4 am in the morning because my body ached like hell. I can stand the normal fever minus the  body ache, but with body ache ...GONE CASE la! My head hurts and I am pretty confident that I can get 2 days MC tomorrow. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3889609826930833039?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3889609826930833039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3889609826930833039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3889609826930833039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3889609826930833039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-finally-got-what-i-wanted-to-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1481710086520696856</id><published>2009-11-12T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:35:59.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>? hor ?</title><content type='html'>I don't get people who get excited over movies like 2012, war of the world and other depressing movies about the world ending because of natural disasters and aliens. I usually try to stay away from movies like these because it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Thinking of kiamat scares the shit out of me and watching movies like that reminds me of how little time we have left to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I last prayed. We are all too busy chasing after "harta dunia" but what about akhirat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1481710086520696856?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1481710086520696856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1481710086520696856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1481710086520696856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1481710086520696856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/hor.html' title='? hor ?'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4256819885627576446</id><published>2009-11-10T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:36:00.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up, when 2009 ends</title><content type='html'>My life has been boring lately. Boring in a good sort of way. Since Ct gave birth everything has been on the low side. No more late nights and drinking sessions anymore. We still hang out/go out ...harmless stuff. Very G-rated stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sidekick is back so yey!! Not officially back but we're still glad he's back. Can't wait for this year to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/deems.jpg" /&gt; Here's Deemo. Ok we changed her nickname from "Cheeseburger" to "Deemo" cos it sounds cuter. It's a combination of Deena(her name) and Sumo (Dd's relatives kept calling her sumo because she's so KUUUUSMANGAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/bdaesuit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice ketaks right... dalam ketak ada ketak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why she keeps on crying when I carry her! I know I like to pretend to scold her, bite her and pinch her but she's not suppose to take it seriously what... and then sometimes she really main kan perasaan aku, she's happy with me for a few minutes, smile2, laugh2 then suddenly she starts crying! Tak ke kejam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/tears.jpg" /&gt; See her tears right there? She was just recovering from her drama mama cries when I carried her. She stopped because her Aunty Dd wanted to carry her. So unfair. Nanti kau. Marah ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Work has been hectic this 2 days. It's gonna be like that till 20th November. Makes it even harder to wake up early in the morning. I'm like a tyrant in class at times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/hiatus.jpg" /&gt; Waiting and waiting for 15 November to come. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4256819885627576446?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4256819885627576446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4256819885627576446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4256819885627576446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4256819885627576446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-me-up-when-2009-ends.html' title='wake me up, when 2009 ends'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-840693066515984511</id><published>2009-10-31T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:48:16.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky Saturday and Sunday</title><content type='html'>Well, after so long...I'm back with an entry about my unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I get it. I'm always the one known for being grumpy, always in a foul mood, petty, unfriendly, stuck up, spoilt, mean, yadaa, yadaa, yadaa (insert all other negative traits yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it beats being all nice and friendly and have others step on your head and take advantage of your kindness. Mr Popular thinks that he's so GREAT.  Everybody LOVES _________. I fucking hate you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-840693066515984511?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/840693066515984511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=840693066515984511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/840693066515984511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/840693066515984511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/10/sucky-saturday-and-sunday.html' title='Sucky Saturday and Sunday'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3886713780739224671</id><published>2009-10-15T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:34:55.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SAD, UBER SAD</title><content type='html'>Such sad, sad news! I pray the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in no mood to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3886713780739224671?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3886713780739224671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3886713780739224671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3886713780739224671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3886713780739224671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-sad-uber-sad.html' title='SO SAD, UBER SAD'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1079372479249594662</id><published>2009-10-12T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T04:03:56.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/StMKZ0JGIyI/AAAAAAAAASM/pyUtb9UgYdw/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-motoshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391664617502417698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/StMKZ0JGIyI/AAAAAAAAASM/pyUtb9UgYdw/s400/taylor-lautner-motoshoot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/StMKZf7os8I/AAAAAAAAASE/IyVk_usV93w/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-1089-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391664612077253570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/StMKZf7os8I/AAAAAAAAASE/IyVk_usV93w/s400/taylor-lautner-1089-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been watching the mashed up New Moon trailer again and again just to watch the scene where Taylor Lautner had to climb into Bella's window. Ist UBER cool ! (just watched Bruno, vell ist UBER funny!)  Definately on team tay-tay (for New Moon and Eclispe). I feel for Jacob when I read New Moon and Eclispe, and I hate Bella cos she's so mean and she's using Jacob (my hot-hot Jacob). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm gonna ruin the surprise for all of you who have not read the book. At last, Bella chose to be with Edward, and they finally have sex and they have a baby called Renesmee, who also has special abilities. Muahahahaha. So now you know. Sucks to be Jacob huh. In the end, you'd still love Edward because he's Edward. Sparkly, sweet and rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1079372479249594662?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1079372479249594662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1079372479249594662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1079372479249594662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1079372479249594662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-jacob.html' title='Team Jacob'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/StMKZ0JGIyI/AAAAAAAAASM/pyUtb9UgYdw/s72-c/taylor-lautner-motoshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3693508175024638949</id><published>2009-10-05T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:49:56.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're MINE, I'm YOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=swens.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/swens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my galpals: See picture 2? Guess who? Hint: The one who's afraid of YAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SOOOO long. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went out with Wawa. Was quite pissed off with her before, but now she's less irritating. Lol. Member da pandai sikit, da tak "1 hour later", maybe "45 minutes later" je. We searched for clothes @ Haji Lane and bought something from "Blogshops". The shops there are so stylish, their decor is different from your shopping mall retailers. Very inspiring, wished I could live in a shophouse. I feel like want to redecorate my whole room again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is old news. I am an aunty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kathy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/kathy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess ape nama ANAK SEDARA GUE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terperanjat akak tengok dekat FB you! Nama dier ... jeng jeng jeng = Khadijah!&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Fyd, mana nak dapat lagi budak zaman 2000 nama Khadijah, nama wanita Muslimah hor....don't play2. Haha. Kla, so bad of me la. Doesn't matter, nama glamour dier Kathy. Hehehe. All the children's name are so complicated this days, tkde yang nama Mariam. Sume fancy pancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss cheeseburger. The other day hari raya, she cried everytime I carried her. Kurang asam nye budak. So lucky she didn't come to my house...if not... aku cubit dier like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pinch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/pinch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awas ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3693508175024638949?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3693508175024638949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3693508175024638949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3693508175024638949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3693508175024638949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-mine-im-yours.html' title='you&apos;re MINE, I&apos;m YOURS'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1429946626611420555</id><published>2009-09-27T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:51:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read all about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=girls-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/girls-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=all.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/all.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=full.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only pictures that I am going to post here. The rest will be on FB, there's 234 pictures in total! Some of us did not plan on wearing black, it was pure coincidence! Anyway, we decided to do the whole visiting thing...oh god...I had a headache because of the hot weather. I swear I'm not gonna make another baju kurung like that anymore, it's so hot, itchy and irritating! Hate walking in heels cos it's painful...thank god it's a once a year kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID YOU KNOW?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly was a victim of a pickpocket last Friday!!!! Yes, for real. I was with my colleague and my boss at Toa Payoh, we were looking for our concert costumes. We were walking as a group the whole time, and nobody realised anything. We stopped at a shop to look for more clothes, then suddenly the shop owner was opening up a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confidently said "Eh your wallet nice ah, like mine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her taking out an IC, and it WAS ACTUALLY MINE! She said someone left my wallet outside amongst all the folded clothes. I almost cried! Thank god the pickpocket left my wallet!! AND thank god there was only $10+ in my wallet. AND thank god I did not put the $100 that Yan just gave me! (I have this habit of keeping my money in my pocket even though I have a wallet, and Yan always nag and nag. See, lucky I didn't keep it in my wallet that time!) The pickpocket was a female 30-40 years old and she was not a chinese. That was what the china man working at the shop told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan always warned me about pickpockets but as usual I am very YAYA. I thought I'll always "feel" if someone were to pickpocket me. I always NEVER zip my bag, because I find in a hassle to unzip and take out whatever I want from my bag. I heaved the biggest sigh of relief when I held my wallet. I used my hard money to buy that wallet you know, expensive. Even if my wallet was Billabong, it will still cause a heart ache. So I FINALLY LEARNED MY LESSON. Zip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is still a mystery =&lt;strong&gt; THE CASE OF THE LOST MAKE UP BAG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find my make up bag which has my M.A.C foundation, my soft Body Shop blusher brush, Estee Lauder blusher and lip palette, Estee Lauder powder brush, Estee Lauder perfume! Alamak, heart pain. I remembered tranfering it to another bag before going to work. Then after that it's gone. I tried looking for it @ work, still can't find. SO DAMN WEIRD. So sad la..I am so careless and forgetful. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sad-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/sad-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boooohoooohoooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I might go to someplace nice early December.Will tell once the tickets are booked.*jumps around* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1429946626611420555?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1429946626611420555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1429946626611420555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1429946626611420555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1429946626611420555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/read-all-about-it.html' title='Read all about it'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3765649730793524037</id><published>2009-09-21T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:56:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad boys (YUMMY!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SrdaolvhDOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_TTNoxuHMkQ/s1600-h/05.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383871532917394658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SrdaolvhDOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_TTNoxuHMkQ/s400/05.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The movie did not disappoint me. Crow Zero 2 was super GEREK. Lots of fight, fight, fight! Good looking guys with great hair. The actors really look like anime characters. Everything about the movie is cool, the guys in uniform, the fight scenes, Genji...(melts) Go watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3765649730793524037?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3765649730793524037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3765649730793524037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3765649730793524037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3765649730793524037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-boys-yummy.html' title='Bad boys (YUMMY!)'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SrdaolvhDOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_TTNoxuHMkQ/s72-c/05.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7690373205036310809</id><published>2009-09-19T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:33:12.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>As usual, today is the day I dislike the most. It's super lame cos I am super bored. I have to sit and wait for guests to arrive. Now I'm hungry! My mum is too tired to cook, and she said that the neighbours usually give all the food, so why cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Yan to come back. Then we can go out and catch a movie or something. Hari Raya sucks and I hate serving drinks and chat about things I don't like. I hate to go visiting because I hate drinking soft drinks and eating kuih. I'll only look for potato chips at people's house. Hari Raya is so pointless for me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going back to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slamat Hari Raya to those yang semangat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7690373205036310809?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7690373205036310809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7690373205036310809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7690373205036310809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7690373205036310809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/slamat-hari-raya.html' title='Slamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3310769825756417660</id><published>2009-09-18T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:40:49.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day to go</title><content type='html'>According to the "Fortune Teller Genius" @ FB, my baju kurung is not big. His answer was, "It's difficult. The answer is NO." But I still think it looks big, and I hate it. Such a waste because the kain is very nice, I bought it at Arab Street. Girls, next time buy your kain @ Arab Street, they sell much nicer ones than the one they have in Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up for sahur today. My mum woke me up nicely and said "Bangunlah mira, ni last mama off day, ntah next year dpt sahur same2 ke tak..." Upon hearing that, I FORCED myself to wake up! So sad, till now I'm still feeling down. I wish my mum would piss me off, so that I can be angry at her instead of feeling sad like this. I miss my late dad, and I hate the thought of being all alone without my mum! I thought about it @ work too. I will be soooo miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep missing my dad alot this year. I don't know why...usually I hardly think of him. I can't imagine what my brothers are going through, they just lost their mum last year. It is the saddest feeling in the whole world, when you lose a parent. Love and appreciate your parents while they're still with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3310769825756417660?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3310769825756417660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3310769825756417660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3310769825756417660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3310769825756417660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-more-day-to-go.html' title='1 more day to go'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-2197379872223278943</id><published>2009-09-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:13:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing GREEN</title><content type='html'>I made a boo-boo today. I totally forgot that I had a green bra on until my 5 year old student pointed out! I was dancing to Miley Cyrus's Hoedown Throwdown and I heard something like "eee you see that green thing" while pointing at my _________. She was telling another boy and I immediately told her that she was not allowed to tell boys because it is a girl's thing. LOL. And then 1 smart alex said "That green thing is a bra, it's for girls". I swear I wanted to put my face in a paper bag after that comment. (even if it came from a 4 year old boy) Gosh, I didn't know that my top was that thin. The best thing was, I did receiving in the morning! What will the parents think of me?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. I puasa-ed for 2 days, and I'm going to continue till the very end. After an incident at work, I promised to god that I will fast till the end if I didn't get any complain. So, dah niat cannot break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-2197379872223278943?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/2197379872223278943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=2197379872223278943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2197379872223278943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2197379872223278943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/seeing-green.html' title='seeing GREEN'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6826238704693138056</id><published>2009-09-14T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:29:17.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Martha Stewart</title><content type='html'>I will never ever cook for anybody else. You know I can't cook, suroh jugak buat ape. I am bad at cooking, and am terrified of the fire, the oil that splatters when you fry something, and everything else that is in the kitchen! My fried rice was a failure. Go find someone who knows how to cook ah pantat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I don't know how to cook and sew. Don't know how to clean the house, only know how to sit around and order people. That's what you think right? Ya you bet your ass you're right! So? I like to sit around my pasal ah! Some woman are not born a homemaker and some don't even want to try. You want to nag and nag until the cows come home you nag ah until you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no I'm not blogging about my mother -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6826238704693138056?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6826238704693138056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6826238704693138056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6826238704693138056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6826238704693138056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-martha-stewart.html' title='No Martha Stewart'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5587075835736028437</id><published>2009-09-11T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T04:47:53.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of all the days...</title><content type='html'>On weekdays, I always wish I would fall ill so that I can get MC. I know I can still 'keng' but I can't. Most of my friends are pros at faking an illness when they go see a doctor. But I am super bad at it! I will get super kanchiong when it's almost my turn, and I keep asking Yan what I should be telling the doctor! My face will give away everything...so that's why I hate lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, on my favourite day, aku bole sakit pulak ni !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sqo3lTjDVoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FxAd7U7l0Og/s1600-h/n1240702372_30185603_6914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380173818889459330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sqo3lTjDVoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FxAd7U7l0Og/s400/n1240702372_30185603_6914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, we miss our sidekick alot! Yan dreamt of him the other day. Hari Raya is coming and it's sad that he's away. Can't wait to show him and tell him everything when the time comes! But shucks, he'll be so much thinner , nanti aku dengan Yan gemuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5587075835736028437?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5587075835736028437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5587075835736028437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5587075835736028437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5587075835736028437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-all-days.html' title='of all the days...'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sqo3lTjDVoI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FxAd7U7l0Og/s72-c/n1240702372_30185603_6914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5277353076610656838</id><published>2009-09-05T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:40:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello? can you see me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SqNHLUhkjXI/AAAAAAAAARs/tNlIyEq6yz4/s1600-h/IMG_6638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378220639824153970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SqNHLUhkjXI/AAAAAAAAARs/tNlIyEq6yz4/s400/IMG_6638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me right there. Beside my long term boyfriend. Can you see me? I can see me. Usually I don't care but today I care because I'm not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go out with Yan, sometimes we bump into people we know. READ: PEOPLE WE KNOW. But most of the time, these people would rather say hello and shake Yan's hand and choose to ignore me. It's amazing I tell you. It's like they haven't even met me in their entire life. This usually happens to my ex school mates. They come over and say hello to Yan and then they ignore me. Hello? Aku pokok kape. (Hello, am I a tree?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know, Everybody LOVES YAN. Everybody just seems to ignore me. Do I smell bad? Or do I look like a scary monster or something? Even online, people like him better. Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me? Do I look unfriendly ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so UNLIKED today. EVERYBODY HATES ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5277353076610656838?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5277353076610656838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5277353076610656838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5277353076610656838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5277353076610656838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-can-you-see-me.html' title='hello? can you see me?'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SqNHLUhkjXI/AAAAAAAAARs/tNlIyEq6yz4/s72-c/IMG_6638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-731510766078438714</id><published>2009-09-05T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:26:52.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where oh where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/badgoodugly.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/punk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/complete.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/sad.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/trial.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to make lovely blogskins. But now it seems like I've lost my creativity. And I don't know how to play around with the codes anymore. I forgot everything. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm missing my Janidoodle. I miss him everyday. Member da jadi budak La Salle. It's Saturday and he's not here cos he has to help his mum. I know, I know...to get money, takda duit nanti aku memekak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-731510766078438714?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/731510766078438714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=731510766078438714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/731510766078438714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/731510766078438714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-oh-where.html' title='where oh where?'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-584815919466554561</id><published>2009-09-03T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:22:23.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all hail guitar hero</title><content type='html'>here's a quick one because my laptop is going to die soon. Guitair Hero world tour is great. I played until my fingers are sore. It's difficult but you'll get the hang out of it soon. The drums are difficult, but Yan is good at it. Since I am on MC, I'm gonna continue playing it! taa taa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-584815919466554561?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/584815919466554561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=584815919466554561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/584815919466554561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/584815919466554561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-hail-guitar-hero.html' title='all hail guitar hero'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1944258495833948004</id><published>2009-09-02T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:57:56.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sp5cqDlACjI/AAAAAAAAARk/qP3SBwBdNPs/s1600-h/CrowsZero2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376836882711710258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sp5cqDlACjI/AAAAAAAAARk/qP3SBwBdNPs/s400/CrowsZero2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ah!! So happy, so happy!! Crow zero 2 will be showing on the 17 September! Can't wait, can't wait!! This movie is about gangsters bashing up other gangsters. They get hit alot of times but they still survive. Biasala...movie what. But I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to play Guitar Hero when I come back from work tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1944258495833948004?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1944258495833948004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1944258495833948004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1944258495833948004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1944258495833948004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/hooray.html' title='hooray!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sp5cqDlACjI/AAAAAAAAARk/qP3SBwBdNPs/s72-c/CrowsZero2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6010223903201920066</id><published>2009-09-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:25:15.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Safari</title><content type='html'>Night Safari was okay-okay aje. We did very little walking! The tram ride made me sleepy and we missed the Creatures of the Night show!! That was because, we wanted to look at the howling wolves and the otters. We were so famished after the very short walk, so we ate at Bongo Burgers. Dah makan, as usual, we were soooo full and decided NOT to continue walking. Lucky admission was free...we only had to pay for the tram ride, which was 10 bux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ns1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ns2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ns3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/ns4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/cheese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's sooooooo tembam and fat. Aunty Cikgu lovessss to disturb her alot!! She has grown so much within a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/cheesey.jpg" /&gt; She cried when I pinched her cheeks and bite her legs. I didn't bite too hard lah...she very the drama mama. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/md2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/mf1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very bad right. Kidding only lah. I know, it's rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/IMG_0444.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her face. Very stressed when she must follow me. But not only me lah...she also made her stressed face when she was with Wawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry. Gonna help my mum with the kuih raya before she screams! And I finally get to go shopping today! Yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6010223903201920066?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6010223903201920066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6010223903201920066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6010223903201920066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6010223903201920066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/night-safari.html' title='Night Safari'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7948789602878043872</id><published>2009-09-01T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:13:11.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/kok.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini teacher's day celebration = Sore throat.I received a lot of presents from the children, so touched. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/cikgusotz/loves.jpg" border="0"alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar susah datang. Must develop and frame it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be paying Night Safari a visit today! I have never been to Night Safari in my whole 22 years, so I'm excited. The best thing is ....JENG JENG JENG. Admissions for teachers are FREE from the 31st August to 6 September. So teachers, get your behind down to the zoo, Jurong bird park and night safari now(but please bring proof). 3 cheers for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I am so late. I haven't showered yet. Lin's downstairs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7948789602878043872?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7948789602878043872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7948789602878043872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7948789602878043872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7948789602878043872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/09/perks.html' title='Perks'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6946001770002533672</id><published>2009-08-28T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:24:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy teacher's day to all teachers.</title><content type='html'>A bit too early, but wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an Anna Sui lipstick and nail polish from one of my student's mum. She's so nice~~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait for Teacher's Day! 2 days school closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days where I feel like I'm not doing enough for them and that I'm a bad teacher and feel like quitting. But, I'm trying my best to give them the best! I love everything about my job. Yeah, I get bruises from bumping my knee on those child size table and I get hit by angry little children, but nothing can compare to that feeling you get when they suddenly know how to read and write. I used to get so worried about teaching PG, but now I have the most fun when teaching them! It's so nice to hear them speak and watch them grow. I have this girl who can't stop crying at the sight of me, but now she's ok and she's hugging and kissing me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad that preschool teachers are looked upon as nannies. Sorry hor, we are not. We have to learn so much and do so many difficult assignments to be a preschool teacher, you think it's easy. Try teaching ABC and 123 to a class of 10 children who are below 7...then you'll know how it feels like. 10 is very little, but very difficult to handle, I salute all the kindergarten teachers who have to teach 25 and more. Right now, I'm taking 3 classes, its a bittttt easier by the year. Knowing ABC and 123 is not enough to teach these children, you need to know how to sing and dance, tell stories, cheer them up when they're crying, resolve conflicts between children who thinks everything is "NOT FAIR"...and many2 more. There are no days that are alike, that's why I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love each and every single one of them little rascals, the snotty ones, the tak mandi pagi ones, the most pain in the butt ones, the slow ones...Yes...Teacher Munirah loves you very very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6946001770002533672?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6946001770002533672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6946001770002533672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6946001770002533672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6946001770002533672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-got-anna-sui-lipstick-and-nail.html' title='Happy teacher&apos;s day to all teachers.'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3472420764311194970</id><published>2009-08-26T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:39:18.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm...</title><content type='html'>So, we already tested the camera. So tough to use. Tula...ya-ya papaya lagi! But it's ok, if you don't know you can still learn. I have a friend who bought that camera 7 months ago, and she still doesn't know how to use it. Lol. I can understand her, we preschool educators always have no time. Haha, especially when we're taking up a course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist today, and he said that I have to remove my wisdom tooth because it's slanted. I am super scared because I have heard alot of horror stories about extracting the darn tooth. I guess I'll wait till the year end concert ENDS. Another year, another concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3472420764311194970?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3472420764311194970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3472420764311194970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3472420764311194970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3472420764311194970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/umm.html' title='umm...'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5141181513740630317</id><published>2009-08-25T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:32:28.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaarrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Guess what was waiting for me when I got back???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpO7kLqtcLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fooPZA_0jFs/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373845010664747186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpO7kLqtcLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fooPZA_0jFs/s400/DSC00128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dah kenyang dah. Tak payah buka puasa. YEY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course Yan bought it for me. Not for me. For us. *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me what happened when he was buying the camera. There were 3 office girls who were nearby. One of them said "mcm btol aje nak beli camera, ntah2 bayar installment" Macam kurang ajar. TYPICAL STEREOTYPE. Doesn't mean my bf looks like a typical mat, he cannot afford. Nasib baik mak dier puasa. If I was there, awas. Ceh2....like real. But seriously, so bloody rude. That aside. I can't wait to snap,snap away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my name came out in The Newpaper. Must cut the small section and frame it. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5141181513740630317?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5141181513740630317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5141181513740630317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5141181513740630317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5141181513740630317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaarrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='aaaaarrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! (part 2)'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpO7kLqtcLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fooPZA_0jFs/s72-c/DSC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1037657917836928321</id><published>2009-08-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:55:48.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just won something! I repeat! I just won something!&lt;br /&gt;The newpaper just called me. I just won a soccer ball signed by RYAN GIGGS. There's only like 10 to be given out. So yeah. SUPER STOKED. I repeat! SUPER STOKED.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I didn't call to sign up for the contest. Yan did. He secretly called. He knows I don't like him joining all this contest. Well, that's me, because I'm such a pessimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I survived without drinking or eating anything at work. Yeahhhhh! So happy. I was countdown-ing the time with my BASC kid. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was bloghopping just now. Then I stumbled across a girl's blog. She had this "Chat" thing on her blog page, ala ala FB chat thing. Suddenly the thing popped up and someone said "Caught you!" Teperanjat sekajap. I thought it was an automatic message. Turns out no. It was actually the owner. Hmmm, so I made a new friend. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I finally have a jamban (toilet bowl) for my pet in Pets Society. My brother gave me as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy today. Alls good in the month of ramadan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1037657917836928321?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1037657917836928321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1037657917836928321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1037657917836928321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1037657917836928321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/arggggggggghhhhhhhhh.html' title='ARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7394889474007284841</id><published>2009-08-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:20:58.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures of LINIRA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082846410172722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGYYkF6TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pAtODkijZO0/s400/IMG_8331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEJUQapinI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IMzGY6SP8Lo/s1600-h/IMG_8352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373086074038487666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEJUQapinI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IMzGY6SP8Lo/s400/IMG_8352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEJT8cq4VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Waku5Z9S7mI/s1600-h/IMG_8364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373086068678254930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEJT8cq4VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Waku5Z9S7mI/s400/IMG_8364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEJTQmWJoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/uCZYVQudWvQ/s1600-h/IMG_8356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373086056907679362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEJTQmWJoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/uCZYVQudWvQ/s400/IMG_8356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHVC6FWkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mghpVW1aC4k/s1600-h/IMG_8340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083888568851010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHVC6FWkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mghpVW1aC4k/s400/IMG_8340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHUsFpkrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4OpVcxwtayk/s1600-h/IMG_8339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083882443346610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHUsFpkrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4OpVcxwtayk/s400/IMG_8339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did like 6 different poses. That's because Yan kept on insisting that the lighting was not good la, this and that lah! Lin was so semangat. The police had to look through all our pictures before we left the place because we were actually not allowed to take any pictures of the police post. I was so embarassed when they saw the pictures above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHUHcdPmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oS3rxjHk5VQ/s1600-h/IMG_8349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083872606895714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHUHcdPmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oS3rxjHk5VQ/s400/IMG_8349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanky panky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHTk-7aZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fH-dmvroMCM/s1600-h/IMG_8347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373083863356238226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEHTk-7aZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fH-dmvroMCM/s400/IMG_8347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like the kind of track pants that I had on. I have 4 now, planning to buy more. So comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGaTQ9YUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vPUIRFvxEw4/s1600-h/IMG_8334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082879347482946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGaTQ9YUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vPUIRFvxEw4/s400/IMG_8334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGZwm360I/AAAAAAAAAPs/5V6BHQ3hANo/s1600-h/IMG_8343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082870044158786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGZwm360I/AAAAAAAAAPs/5V6BHQ3hANo/s400/IMG_8343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGZoDu4qI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iuu_4siwE1E/s1600-h/IMG_8353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082867749282466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGZoDu4qI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iuu_4siwE1E/s400/IMG_8353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGY7N9pvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Vk9OQ-y-zAI/s1600-h/IMG_8360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082855712597746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGY7N9pvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Vk9OQ-y-zAI/s400/IMG_8360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7394889474007284841?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7394889474007284841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7394889474007284841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7394889474007284841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7394889474007284841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-of-linira.html' title='The adventures of LINIRA!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpEGYYkF6TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pAtODkijZO0/s72-c/IMG_8331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-673553582722280639</id><published>2009-08-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:18:37.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapar bangettttt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpDyXk1G00I/AAAAAAAAAO8/9qyOoJtK5nM/s1600-h/IMG_7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373060842290336578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpDyXk1G00I/AAAAAAAAAO8/9qyOoJtK5nM/s400/IMG_7214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am here, to kill time. By the time I finish blogging, it will be about 4 plus. Which means I have to wait for about 3 hours plus. I feel like fainting. Serious, tak bohong. Anyway, after this I'm going to play Sims 3. I almost forgot Yan bought me that game. I haven't even started playing Blade X yet. Blom ada momentum org kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpD3JWklhAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MbfXsoXcInw/s1600-h/IMG_8294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373066095502918658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpD3JWklhAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MbfXsoXcInw/s400/IMG_8294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did not resize the picture, just uploaded it through blogger. A bit blurry also, but not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpD2p7gDnRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DSmwSlCSMj8/s1600-h/deenasocute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373065555660217618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpD2p7gDnRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DSmwSlCSMj8/s400/deenasocute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See,see...not clear right the picture. I used photoscape. Kental la. But I like the frames. So nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alamak, so cute la this cheeseburger. Fyd just  mms-ed me Deena's picture. Super tembam now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-673553582722280639?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/673553582722280639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=673553582722280639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/673553582722280639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/673553582722280639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/lapar-bangettttt.html' title='Lapar bangettttt.'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SpDyXk1G00I/AAAAAAAAAO8/9qyOoJtK5nM/s72-c/IMG_7214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5929027521912313433</id><published>2009-08-22T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:32:29.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salam ramadan and glory-glory man utd</title><content type='html'>1 day down, 20 plus more days to go. Women kn get holidays from puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, day 1 was quite bad. I was so hungry @ 2pm. Then by 6 plus I was getting this Grade A headache, on the forehead and eyes! I felt like vomitting...and all I could do was lie down. I didn't go out today because I know if I went out, then I would break my fast. Ya...because Yan ni syaitan besar. I haven't been fasting properly since...ughhh a longggg time. Maybe since secondary school. Which is bad. I know, I'm not proud of it. So this year, I want to try my best. The last two years were the worst, I did not fast for even a day. Tsk3. Well, that's because Lin kept on drinking her Milo in front of me! But this year, we both want to try our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL challenge will be on Monday - work day. I can manage without drinking water. (I don't know why either) I don't drink alot of water, that's why my lips are always chapped and dry! I keep telling the kids to drink water, but their teacher also never drink water! Haha. I hope I can stand the hunger and still be my cheerful self at work. When you're hungry, even the children's lunch will look delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for Day 2 and the rest of the days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5929027521912313433?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5929027521912313433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5929027521912313433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5929027521912313433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5929027521912313433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/salam-ramadan-and-glory-glory-man-utd.html' title='salam ramadan and glory-glory man utd'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-8667157541724162488</id><published>2009-08-20T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T04:38:58.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling very very down.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pin point as to why, but I just feel mcm sad for nothing, unsatisfied with the things I have, even though I already have alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is that I'm hungry, and I dont know what to eat. You know that feeling? Like you are hungry but no matter what you eat, you don't feel satisfied...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ntah2 danak mampus tak aku ni! Ish, selisih, touchwood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know la. I hate this sucky feeling. Wish it will end soon. Cannot be PMS because I just had my .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-8667157541724162488?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/8667157541724162488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=8667157541724162488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8667157541724162488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8667157541724162488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-feeling-very-very-down.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7243421467216586484</id><published>2009-08-18T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:53:37.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOST THE FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was this close in trying to control my craving for MCDONALDS.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, how to maintain my weight like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fillet o fish coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7243421467216586484?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7243421467216586484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7243421467216586484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7243421467216586484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7243421467216586484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lost-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3641996690306241094</id><published>2009-08-17T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:00:55.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and when you go go go go....i know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Solhq5mAeeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zNwhCdz2FQg/s1600-h/IMG_8333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370931420258662882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Solhq5mAeeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zNwhCdz2FQg/s400/IMG_8333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was super bored last weekend! This weekend was okay because we went to JB on Saturday and Lin took us for a spin last night. After so many years, she drove again last night! Haha. So cool kn drive a Mercedes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have pictures but I feel so unmotivated to post because of my blogskin. Very the mendak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Solfloa55NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9fLIQShwnDE/s1600-h/IMG_8354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370929130726089938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Solfloa55NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9fLIQShwnDE/s400/IMG_8354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite picture. Because I'm on air! Wahhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SolflK8tArI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_nJKMp4zySs/s1600-h/IMG_8287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370929122814788274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SolflK8tArI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_nJKMp4zySs/s400/IMG_8287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheeseburger - da upsize sikit. Getting chubbier! We all can't wait for you to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so addicted to FB. You know what people? You should all play Restaurant City. Gerek la serious. Join la so I can get free ingredients when I visit your shop. Everyday I'll be busy with Pets' Society, Restaurant City, Fashion Wars, Sorority ape ntah...wah...and many more lah. I'm so glad someone thought of creating FB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3641996690306241094?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3641996690306241094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3641996690306241094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3641996690306241094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3641996690306241094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-when-you-go-go-go-goi-know.html' title='and when you go go go go....i know....'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Solhq5mAeeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zNwhCdz2FQg/s72-c/IMG_8333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-72984491842312466</id><published>2009-08-12T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:54:50.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hating it with passion</title><content type='html'>I noticed that quite a few readers ended up on my blog by googling "all about minahreps", "minahreps" "about minahrep blogs" etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Nice. Good. I can't help but go to Anti Minah &amp;amp; kening 2.0 everyday. That stupid fanpage. It only angers me more. I don't know why I bother. Ok, I know why I bother. It's because almost 70% things that are mentioned there are stupid and written unfairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost ALL their "fans" are basically below 20. Prolly don't mix with anyone except their secondary school friends and were bullied by mats/minahs. Even the ones that are above 20 years old are giving stupid opinions. They go on and on about minahs who talk out loud in public. SO SILLY BILLY. Oh, so when you're out and feeling excited, you die2 suppress your excitement and whisper to each other. DIE2 must speak softly kape?! So bodo. When you hear the GOSSIP of the CENTURY pon...you hush2...speak in your boring normal tone voice. When you hear a superb GOOD joke, you also laugh coyly or giggle softly like you're in the library. Pleassse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not hate that page? People post this kind of comments there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is sumtin tat i notice...there r ppl who hate tis profile....so what r the possible tings tat may hv cause em to b tat way 1.either they been mind control since birth 2.they r the "MAT N MINAH" dat we dont get along 3.they dono wat ...is mats/minah 4.they gt no1 esle bt hey,let face it...dont hate for some who hate tis profile...evn i cnt deny on tis.im sure we hv 1 or 2 classmate/workmate/etc who r mats n minahs.we evn get along so fine...i hv mine too..some r jus nt wat we tink they r.it jus em mixing wif wrg clad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. You say minahs and mats speak/write as if they are dumb. Ohhh look right at this NON-MAT. Sounds not so clever too right? Of course I am. I don't care too much about spelling errors because I have alot of typos. That's because this is not a composition or essay which will later be sent out for marking. It's a blog for goodness sake. So anybody can type anyway they want. Ok, back to this NON MAT. I cannot even understand what he is trying to put across. If you mix with mats and minahs, you are mixing with the wrong clan. So, does that mean that if you mix with your so called "normal" friends, who still smoke/drink/club/speak vulgarities/hang out till late night...you ARE MIXING WITH THE RIGHT CLAN? Hmmmm....something to ponder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talk about minahs having no money to buy their own cigs. Jangan cakap minah, aku sendirik nak beli rokok pon sayang. Cigs in Spore are so expensive and they don't even sell the small ones anymore. The ones who comment on the fanpage pon, ntah ntah tak dapat pegang rokok kotak kecik. Takpe, can buy at M'sia ok. Weren't you young once? I'm sure most of us who started smoking didn't start at 18 cun-cun right? Some started at 13 or younger pon ada. Did you have the money to buy then? Of course you share with your friends then buy right? Bodo-bodo. Comment without thinking. Some 18 and above also got problem buying cigs. Too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bodo. Their comments basically circle around " i hate their style, the way they walk, their hair colour, their tattoos, their kening, their topi". Nothing else. Dengar2 mats and minahs cannot wear Vans, Coach, Ripcurl sumer. "Normal" people don't like. As if you own the brand la kan. Hahahaha. POWER AH ALL YOU PEOPLE. Wohoooooooooooooo. What about malay skinheads? Melayu nak step emo? Black hair, step cover one eye, tu cool lah. Then you pierce here and there on your pipi, kirekan COOL lah tu. Not ugly lah. Kalau Mat and Minah je ugly. My kids would say this to you "Say people, say yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you people should do? MIX AROUND abit more. Learn more. Don't be cooped up in your own KUNOH shell. Even my mum is more understanding now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTI STEREOTYPES and DISCRIMINATION - now this is something you should join. Not that stupid fanpage that kutoks our own race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-72984491842312466?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/72984491842312466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=72984491842312466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/72984491842312466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/72984491842312466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/hating-it-with-passion.html' title='hating it with passion'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-2011664272285628274</id><published>2009-08-08T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:01:12.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sn3Ku-WR6LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GUMbaFL8Vq4/s1600-h/IMG_6459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367669239254739122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sn3Ku-WR6LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GUMbaFL8Vq4/s400/IMG_6459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i wish you'd wake up and layan me. SO BORED!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-2011664272285628274?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/2011664272285628274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=2011664272285628274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2011664272285628274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2011664272285628274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-youd-wake-up-and-layan-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sn3Ku-WR6LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GUMbaFL8Vq4/s72-c/IMG_6459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3489385251920318497</id><published>2009-08-08T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:08:38.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making the best of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sn2tMW6fxfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9tgWPm6JKXo/s1600-h/IMG_8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367636758716466674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sn2tMW6fxfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9tgWPm6JKXo/s400/IMG_8278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now, it's past midnight. I am happy that I am not asleep yet. This weekend I get 3 days off leh, of course lah cannot waste2! Yan is already sleeping, poor him, he has diarrhea. Or maybe it's H1N1? Haha. Dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up in the morning and told Yan to shower quickly because I thought I had to work! Damn sucky , it's always like that. Every Saturday, I get all panic thinking I have to work. Then on working days, I will think that it's Saturday and when I look at the clock - I'M LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my girlfriends. Time has changed everything. It's like that I guess. We're all adults now. Gosh, I hate that. Now I understand why Peter Pan doesn't want to grow up. I don't either (sometimes). Fyd has her own kid now and a family. Wawa is in the moving-in-with-the-boyfriend phase and she's got her never ending problems with her guy. I am not as close to her as I used to be. That kind of saddens me. Dd is busy working and she's much more private than all of us. She likes to keep things to herself mostly and we understand that. I don't force her to tell me everything. I was busy with school and work the last time so we hardly meet up anymore. We are pretty much settled down, I would say. Let's hope we can meet up soon. ALL OF US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3489385251920318497?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3489385251920318497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3489385251920318497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3489385251920318497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3489385251920318497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/making-best-of-it.html' title='making the best of it'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sn2tMW6fxfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9tgWPm6JKXo/s72-c/IMG_8278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3030439350587939774</id><published>2009-08-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:29:27.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnxRwoKkELI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uoIwF5MM5-s/s1600-h/IMG_8262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367254751776084146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnxRwoKkELI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uoIwF5MM5-s/s400/IMG_8262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family I've grown to love. I don't want to call them my future in laws yet because it's scary. I really believe that shit :ckp2..nanti tak jadi. Planning beforehand is badluck. That's why we refrain from planning about our marriage or what. Anyway, I hope everything works out. Give us another 3 more years. After 10 years together, if we're still scared and not ready then I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**You see the picture - Like motherfucking shit right the quality. I think it's because of the uploader in blogger. I dont know la. the quality super sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnxQ26w1f1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zYQ3nluYXF4/s1600-h/IMG_8241+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367253760336035666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnxQ26w1f1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zYQ3nluYXF4/s400/IMG_8241+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnxJ4eU__UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UDNYzHY3qH0/s1600-h/5380_106973762935_685622935_2078955_962618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367246090481433922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnxJ4eU__UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UDNYzHY3qH0/s400/5380_106973762935_685622935_2078955_962618_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little A bulat turned 1 ! He hates me I think. He doesn't want to be carried by me and he beat-ed me! Kurang asam punya budak. Siap kau nanti aku pinch kau senyap2. He liked all the men and boys that carried him, but he refused to let any woman carry him! I don't know what's up with that monkey! But he's super cute and he lost alot of weight. No more ketaks on his hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, EVREN (yan's nephew) aka menteri besar SIMS Drive is H1N1 positive. But thank god it's nothing serious, he's quarantined for 5 days. Sometimes, I wish I was infected. Then I can be quarantined at home and everyone can fuss over me. When am I going to get sick anyway?! It's been so long. Maybe I should eat 5 bars of Snickers! Then I'll get sick. Yes, I just might. I'm so tired all the time now, all I want to do is sleep. My eyes start to weigh tonnes when it's not even 10pm. Right now, I' m forcing myself not to fall asleep. I haven't had my shower! After work I roller bladed and I am super sticky like a sticker girl. Right Yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND......I hope we get to see Zaf in a few more months! Me and Yan are so bored to death. Fyd's got a family now and we can only count on Lin and Iqbal, but we're not that tight, you know. So we can't wait la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3030439350587939774?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3030439350587939774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3030439350587939774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3030439350587939774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3030439350587939774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnxRwoKkELI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uoIwF5MM5-s/s72-c/IMG_8262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5906028484090780218</id><published>2009-08-03T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:06:49.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the anti minah shit</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why girls get so upset when people call them a "MINAH". I seriously don't mind at all. It's just a term, we are malay girls, so we are minahs. Yan's father used to say, (in his pekat indonesian accent) - "kalau cina kan di panggil Ah Seng, kalau india kn di panggil ....&lt;something2,&gt;, kalau melayu kan di panggil Mat. It's something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that group in FB - The anti minah &amp;amp; kening 2.0 or whatever shit it's called. No doubt, the pictures of the girls there are funny, and some are horrendous. Posing with the bra and all. (Yan was asking me - what's the difference between posing with a bikini and posing with your bra?) I don't know. It's kind of the same actually, it's just that I don't know...it's very lucah to pose with your bra and post it on FB or anywhere. You should really take a look at their FANS. Some of them have ugly kenings(eyebrow) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, there's this girl who blogs alot about minahs is only 16. She's born in '93! Well, younger doesn't mean you're stupid, but you've still got a long wayyyy ahead. It's not that you're stupid, well maybe you're a tiny tad not-so-wise. You know what I mean? What's the obsession she has about minah, I don't get it. She dedicated a lot of entries to the minahs that she hate. Well, when you're 16, you're always angry, always act on impulse, like me. Even at 19 I was like that. And sometimes now, I still act on impulse. I have my days. I don't deny that she has got the guts to speak her mind, although I don't get her. All that angsty entries. I bet she googles herself. Lol. She posted a video of this girl who sang Kantoi (yes, very irritating and hard to look, malu siol), she labeled that girl "minahrep" OMG, do you even know what a minah rep is? That girl is not even qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why people get so angry when people stare at you. Stare sikit pon tkle. ape je lah. Orang nak tengok2 lah, you wear baju lawa what, that's why people see, bodoh. I know, I get uncomfortable when people stare, but I ignore them most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love minahspeak.livejournal.com. I think the writer is fair in her writing and I think it makes sense for her to post that video on eyebrow plucking. It's the same thing like teaching, if the kids are doing something wrong, you show them what's right, instead of scolding them. AND I SO AGREE on one comment made by someone, she said that there are no anti ahlian or ahbengs, and look at us - Critisising our own race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I used to love mats with tappered pants and that shirt they wear with the crazy print and their long sideburns that they used ALOT of gel on. (back in 2002) It all depends on our own taste, you like coffee, I like tea. You like emo guys, I like mats and minahs too. I like SPARKS too! Haha. You think it's silly that they all shout out their "poems"? You'd be awed if you went to Sparks. Everyone shouting at the same time, shouting the lyrics to "Million Tears". OMG, I LIKE! I NEVER see it at M.O.S/The Arena. What you see nowadays are wannabes or trendy wankers. Especially those in the pictures. WANNABE minahs, but actually, REAL minahreps are not like that. The girls in the pictures try so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will all grow out of that phase one day. If they don't I'm sure you'll see at least a bit of change. Dulu we all pakai makeup Maybelline/Loreal/brand ape lagi brensek!...skarang sume nak step Bobby Brown and M.A.C. Konon nye lagi "ATAS" but actually it's still quite affordable. Dulu beli baju @ ThisFashion, skarang upgrade Mango dan Topshop. Btol tak? Everybody is constantly trying to upgrade themselves, so hey cut them some slack will you? I know some people are very YA-YA sometimes, the way they talk, as if they know the world, they know who is who. Calling people YP when they themselves are YP. I like to say I'm YOUNG. 22 AJE ok. It's so stupid. But, seriously, one day they will see the light! They will laugh at themselves, just like us. Maybe that girl too.(the one who is sooo anti minah) We all have to go through that phase - bad make up, bad clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, so clever to talk. I just dissed Suria and Anugerah participants in my previous previous entry. Shame on me. Haha. So ya, let's just not bother too much if someone calls us Minah the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5906028484090780218?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5906028484090780218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5906028484090780218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5906028484090780218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5906028484090780218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/anti-minah-shit.html' title='the anti minah shit'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6325211510842113120</id><published>2009-08-01T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:28:52.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why cant that be me?</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is unfair. Why does nicole schrezinger have a great voice and a body to die for at the same time? She can sing and she can dance! and I'm short and have blocked pores!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6325211510842113120?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6325211510842113120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6325211510842113120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6325211510842113120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6325211510842113120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-cant-that-be-me.html' title='why cant that be me?'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-8951437243489376782</id><published>2009-08-01T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:23:28.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnRBgP4TIII/AAAAAAAAAN0/SO3EFqESLmw/s1600-h/IMG_7191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364985078379389058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnRBgP4TIII/AAAAAAAAAN0/SO3EFqESLmw/s400/IMG_7191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very hungry. Very, very hungry. I ate @ 11 + am, and now....it's 9:11pm. I was angry, disappointed, frustrated and sad earlier today. We were supposed to go to Sentosa with Lin and Iqbal but somehow the plan had to be cancelled. Well, that's because I turned into a moody and grumpy bitch out of a sudden. You know why? Because it was 3:30pm and I felt that it was too late to go to Sentosa. And of course I think I'm right. Ya what...330 then reach there what time already? So I kicked a fuss, throw a tantrum mcm biasa. Then I locked myself in the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then now me and Yan are fine. Then I'm hungry, then he's so nice to go out and buy me food. I actually dont know what I want to eat. So I asked him to buy me the sambal fish with rice from raffles banquet, which is nice. But then, he smsed and said the food SUDAH HABES. So now, I'm disappointed. He bought me the sambal fish from fish and co. Which is not nice and tastes different. So now I dont want to eat. So sad lah. Angry also. So unthankful right? Dont know what's wrong la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like screaming and rolling on the floor and stamping my feet! Really! So difficult to impress me! I hate it! I hate it when I'm being such a bitch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-8951437243489376782?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/8951437243489376782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=8951437243489376782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8951437243489376782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8951437243489376782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-very-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnRBgP4TIII/AAAAAAAAAN0/SO3EFqESLmw/s72-c/IMG_7191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3239059055475073588</id><published>2009-07-29T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:49:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yipee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnAyZ9bRxWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S9XH3K4impM/s1600-h/ol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363842577765352802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnAyZ9bRxWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S9XH3K4impM/s400/ol.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something was wrong with my "Create Post" page. There were no formatting buttons and I couldnt put up any pictures when everyone else could. Panicked a bit right there! Turns out, I had to change the setting somewhere! (only happens to Singnet users, so stupid) So yey! Sudah BOLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have nothing new to update. Well actually I do. I failed miserably! I still take the cab daily to work. I cannot wake up early anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am now getting lazier and lazier. I sleep at 10pm and I find it even more difficult to wake up in the morning, unlike previously when I had to attend night classes. This is my problem! If I have school, I complain, no school no work, I become lazy and uninspired. I hate that I am not learning anything new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think Photoscape screws up the quality of the pictures that I post. My camera takes nice quality pictures, but somehow, when I resize and edit them, the quality is different. It's grainy and not so sharp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My hair is now what people call the minah colour. After many washes, everyone's hair will turn out that colour. What to do. The other day I went out with my Gucci bag, short skirt and minah hair. I was kind of embarrased because I looked like a minah. People might think that my bag is fake and I'm just the typical minah! I really looked the part! I just need to wear a top that shows my tattoo and VOILA! People who don't know the difference between an original bag and a fake one will immediately lash out. Haha. But whatever, looking like a minah is not bad at all. IF YOU LOOK LIKE A MINAH WANNABE then it's something else. Minah wannabes are sad you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA3ORtPBrI/AAAAAAAAANE/A9HK8w4bSOQ/s1600-h/IMG_8097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363847874609088178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA3ORtPBrI/AAAAAAAAANE/A9HK8w4bSOQ/s400/IMG_8097.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here is my minah hair, in all its glory. I actually bunned my hair before that, and when I removed it, my hair looked curly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6wPwdPhI/AAAAAAAAANk/nF2eGBI8ocY/s1600-h/cburg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363851756736167442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6wPwdPhI/AAAAAAAAANk/nF2eGBI8ocY/s400/cburg.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheeseburger's face looks different. It's funny when she smiles all by herself. And she's bigger right. See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6v6TCRkI/AAAAAAAAANc/ePMORn6PYXU/s1600-h/f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363851750975620674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6v6TCRkI/AAAAAAAAANc/ePMORn6PYXU/s400/f.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6vpIf-QI/AAAAAAAAANU/IkizXONO1SA/s1600-h/facedet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363851746368026882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6vpIf-QI/AAAAAAAAANU/IkizXONO1SA/s400/facedet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6vQC8ROI/AAAAAAAAANM/Alg0TrXzgVg/s1600-h/rbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363851739633829090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnA6vQC8ROI/AAAAAAAAANM/Alg0TrXzgVg/s400/rbday.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every Friday is roller blading day. Or anything that keeps us fit. I actually like running, roller blading and exercising. I used to love sports when I was younger. But now, no stamina lah that's why. So we are trying our best to let go of the week's stress by exercising. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See my work face. So teruk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway yesterday me, Lin and Yan went to Tampines 1 to play GUITAR HERO! Power! Of course I played the "easy" mode. Shhhh, don't tell people. Anyway, me and Yan were so close to buying Rock Band 2 set. We already withdrew the money, but we stopped our tracks because it was the export set and there's no warranty. I am now playing Rock Band unplugged on PSP, it is so FUN because I am actually quite good at it. This time, I play the "hard" mode, not like Yan, play "easy" mode, press 2 button only!! I can't wait to buy Rock Band 2! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, back to the story. Sidetrack pulak. Me, Lin and Yan went to Tampines 1 arcade and played the step-step thing. The one that is always conquered by fellow ah bengs and ah lians. Bloody hell, they are so good at it. I've always wanted to play that thing you know! Finally I got the chance cos no people there. Like monkey sia, jump up and now, until perspire. We were so over confident, we pressed the "crazy mode" i think. All MISSED!!!!!!! hahahaha. But i was pretty good at it. I can be an Ah Lian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, that's long enough. Oh! I refuse to watch any sneak preview from new moon. Nanti no surprise. Jacob you make me want to cheat on Edward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3239059055475073588?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3239059055475073588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3239059055475073588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3239059055475073588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3239059055475073588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/yipee.html' title='yipee!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SnAyZ9bRxWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S9XH3K4impM/s72-c/ol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4996064737769567209</id><published>2009-07-27T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:03:39.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh crap. I thought blogger was OKAY already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4996064737769567209?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4996064737769567209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4996064737769567209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4996064737769567209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4996064737769567209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7628454187705620649</id><published>2009-07-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:20:19.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are u serious?</title><content type='html'>Bloghopping has made me feel like I'm watching suria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's embarassaing to read. Just like watching Suria, sometimes embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;The gag factor is like 9.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the need to put "i drink, i club, i smoke, I enjoy nightlife...yada2.." under your profile.Like wth? Haha. Yeah, so you just started, don't have to tell the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;PUHHHLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Anugerah is very irritating, lagi2 tengok muka FAUZI LAILI, omg,&lt;br /&gt;what's with the hair? Aiyayai. The only person I feel that can sing is the lady who sang that "sanggup kau memilihnya dan tinggal kan diriku..." dunno what song that is lah. Her voice very power.  Chirul lagi satu muka mintak kene sepak, muka irritating, meluat, suara tak sedap. Sajak kau dengan abang kau. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like dissing. K BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7628454187705620649?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7628454187705620649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7628454187705620649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7628454187705620649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7628454187705620649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-u-serious.html' title='are u serious?'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-969374375316632782</id><published>2009-07-19T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:20:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;nobody,nobody but you (*clap3x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the dance moves are so cute.can't seem to download that song. Grrr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting down trying to memorise the song "Tong Hua". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far I only remember "tong hua li dou shi pian ren de....and ni yao xiang xing xiang xing wo men .." that's all. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contemplating to buy a cheongsam for Racial Harmony Day on Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-969374375316632782?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/969374375316632782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=969374375316632782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/969374375316632782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/969374375316632782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5445947284127313873</id><published>2009-07-17T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:04:46.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaking music</title><content type='html'>Can't stop listening to Lagwagon's - Heartbreaking music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5445947284127313873?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5445947284127313873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5445947284127313873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5445947284127313873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5445947284127313873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbreaking-music.html' title='Heartbreaking music'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3265083601722473653</id><published>2009-07-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:43:54.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early tgif</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sl9LMRWEdfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dkq_hRIRc4w/s1600-h/IMG_7743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084755780662770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sl9LMRWEdfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dkq_hRIRc4w/s400/IMG_7743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't been falling sick for so long. I get those "not feeling well" days, but it's been almost a year since I had a fever. I used to fall sick so easily last time and when I was younger. Yan told me that if you fall sick, that means Allah loves you and that HE wants you to slow down for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's my deadline! Reaching the finish line soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I'm on leave tomorrow. Been busy playing PSP's "Rockband - Unplugged". It's such a great game. It would be great to have the real set to play on PS3. I have been busy playing games lately. Can't wait to finish my assignment so I can finish playing "Prototype".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! I finally got my loot! The box from Coastal Scents arrived two days back. I was super curious about the 88 palette and other stuffs because it was super cheap. I even checked out their makeup tutorials from Youtube! I bought the concealor palette and the 88 colour palette. So cheap! Haven't try out their concealor but their eye shadow is good. It beats Body Shop's and Red Earth's because you don't need a lot of work to make the colour come out. I was so worried that it will arrive all broken! Thank god it made it! I didn't want to order from the local blogshops because all of them catered to mass gatherings only. So lame. No time. Planning to buy the Neutral Colour palette next month...I don't know why I need so much make up. I already have it all, the same applies with bags and shoes and clothes. I think I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed miserably at trying to take the bus this week! Still the same...taxi all the way. Sakit hati. Will continue trying next week. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3265083601722473653?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3265083601722473653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3265083601722473653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3265083601722473653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3265083601722473653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/early-tgif.html' title='early tgif'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sl9LMRWEdfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dkq_hRIRc4w/s72-c/IMG_7743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4826201786547895887</id><published>2009-07-12T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:50:25.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backdated photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnfkwPnd5I/AAAAAAAAALM/fqCsr-X06Eg/s1600-h/process.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357559054252603282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnfkwPnd5I/AAAAAAAAALM/fqCsr-X06Eg/s400/process.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making cupcakes for Iqbal's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnflM9a4WI/AAAAAAAAALU/3-Br3In3Ymo/s1600-h/packed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357559061960909154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnflM9a4WI/AAAAAAAAALU/3-Br3In3Ymo/s400/packed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scary looking and difficult-to-decorate cupcakes. I made the one with the flower design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357563848037007602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Slnj7ye4gPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k4cSRuEokxA/s400/facedetect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnflvOnEhI/AAAAAAAAALk/xh0k1746zio/s1600-h/facedetect2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357559071159816722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnflvOnEhI/AAAAAAAAALk/xh0k1746zio/s400/facedetect2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnflT8dbUI/AAAAAAAAALc/yPzcZoWIX0c/s1600-h/facedetect2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for the cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Slnfl7YFy2I/AAAAAAAAALs/Zhn6X5lAPEg/s1600-h/iqbal%27s+bdae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357559074420804450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Slnfl7YFy2I/AAAAAAAAALs/Zhn6X5lAPEg/s400/iqbal%27s+bdae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnctDjHgiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gCCJcUnFPSU/s1600-h/sitinbaby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357555898338738722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnctDjHgiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gCCJcUnFPSU/s400/sitinbaby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A while back, we paid Fyd , her baby and her giant boobs a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that double chin, my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlneQAyGgqI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZlcExc1u2Ro/s1600-h/gila2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357557598403330722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlneQAyGgqI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZlcExc1u2Ro/s400/gila2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kawaii neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlneP4_UzsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fe7IgnMGPIY/s1600-h/gila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357557596311310018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlneP4_UzsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fe7IgnMGPIY/s400/gila.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is actually the stokings that improves blood circulation. Ita gave it to Fyd but aku sibuk, mcm biasa jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357557590040107826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnePhoJ2zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JaYBkWd-SjM/s400/itanme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Ita was in the mood to take crazy funny pictures. The rest were BORING. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnePYjvzzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XOmL1wcDRQA/s1600-h/notourbest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357557587605704498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnePYjvzzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XOmL1wcDRQA/s400/notourbest.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not our best group photo, but this will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnhutOsV_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/PmPDhrRCrn0/s1600-h/IMG_7873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357561424265369586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnhutOsV_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/PmPDhrRCrn0/s400/IMG_7873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnhvEd6rQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/t2Uxs_MfZ4o/s1600-h/IMG_7878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357561430503238914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnhvEd6rQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/t2Uxs_MfZ4o/s400/IMG_7878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnimnA9ewI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lD1Y3R51X9g/s1600-h/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357562384669833986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnimnA9ewI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lD1Y3R51X9g/s400/scared.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnimaMXmhI/AAAAAAAAAME/Jzg9jetjdBQ/s1600-h/IMG_7913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357562381228022290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnimaMXmhI/AAAAAAAAAME/Jzg9jetjdBQ/s400/IMG_7913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My heart almost stopped during the ride. The older I grow, the scarier the rides feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnjdLC0oDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/C4iTYyUNLsk/s1600-h/IMG_7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357563322054254642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnjdLC0oDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/C4iTYyUNLsk/s400/IMG_7891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnjctzXRWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_MJTPAmpB4M/s1600-h/IMG_7889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357563314204788066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnjctzXRWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_MJTPAmpB4M/s400/IMG_7889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnjccK6pWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1KRvoMMCVWY/s1600-h/IMG_7890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357563309471737186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnjccK6pWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1KRvoMMCVWY/s400/IMG_7890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlncQ1rDoWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uZRrqfECypg/s1600-h/IMG_7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4826201786547895887?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4826201786547895887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4826201786547895887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4826201786547895887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4826201786547895887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/backdated-photos.html' title='Backdated photos'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnfkwPnd5I/AAAAAAAAALM/fqCsr-X06Eg/s72-c/process.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-2481396378601532801</id><published>2009-07-12T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T05:46:13.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I promise to take the bus starting from tomorrow onwards (12 July 09). I can't believe that we almost spent $4000 in just a few days. It pains my heart - you know that sick feeling. I feel so bad right now that I wish I could sell all my things back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have been taking the taxi to work and back daily, since last year. Right now, I'm starting to worry because I have zero savings. I must start NOW, I'm already 22!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AND, my JANIDOODLE bought me a GUCCI bag!! (yg tulen, bukan cetak rompak) I almost wanted to jump for joy when the sales assistant gave me the paper bag with the purchased item!!!!!!!!!!!!! Really ! I swear I wanted to skip my way out of the shop, but...ummm must maintain. So now, I promise I don't need anymore bags. Really, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AND my JANIDOODLE bought an LCD TV for my room! I LIKE! So now we can play PS3 on a bigger TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AND my JANIDOODLE paid for the repairman to come and fix my aircon! Hoooray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;AND my JANIDOODLE paid for everything else to make my room nice and the way I want it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So yeah, enough, I'm very irritating like that. Now I don't want anything else. Really, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TADAAAA! My new room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnXQyCNpnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gdiH5aRi36g/s1600-h/IMG_7986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357549915042850418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnXQyCNpnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gdiH5aRi36g/s400/IMG_7986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I doll up myself. My very own makeup station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnVY59x14I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WHdKXkkO2sg/s1600-h/IMG_7985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357547855587432322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnVY59x14I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WHdKXkkO2sg/s400/IMG_7985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnVH_YEgMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Lc1H5hDvGAo/s1600-h/IMG_7982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357547564982108354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnVH_YEgMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Lc1H5hDvGAo/s400/IMG_7982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnU07dVlwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mkOL_rRfhbs/s1600-h/IMG_7983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357547237512943362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnU07dVlwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mkOL_rRfhbs/s400/IMG_7983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's Yan. Already busy playing his PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally threw out all the notes and papers I don't need anymore. 3 cheers for me. But my room is still cramped, what to do. I still have no idea where to store all my bags. My wardrobe is bursting with clothes that I hardly wear, but I still like to buy them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnZ_oDTECI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LA9ZsfTImbw/s1600-h/IMG_7988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357552918840152098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnZ_oDTECI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LA9ZsfTImbw/s400/IMG_7988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnZxGBfmiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qPVDTD5QtZc/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357552669187611170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnZxGBfmiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qPVDTD5QtZc/s400/IMG_7987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to keep all these bags?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-2481396378601532801?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/2481396378601532801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=2481396378601532801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2481396378601532801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2481396378601532801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/07/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SlnXQyCNpnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gdiH5aRi36g/s72-c/IMG_7986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-8802951033004976150</id><published>2009-06-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:36:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminds me of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super HILARIOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He speaks singlish like a local boy. Thumbs up! Kind of like my ang moh kids in class! You see them all blue eyed and blonde haired but when they speak, it's like &lt;strong&gt;"Teacher Munirah, you see this Samuel dowant to share one ah"&lt;/strong&gt; I have a Russian girl who is slowly picking up Singlish, and it's funny, she starts her convos like this, &lt;strong&gt;"You know ah...that time I......" &lt;/strong&gt;I had one Australian boy who loves to use the word &lt;strong&gt;"Walau eh".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know parents get upset when their child speaks Singlish, and as a teacher, I try to correct them as best as I can but when they start playing and talking amongst themselves, they start! I understand the reason behind it, it's because they want to blend in, they want to speak like their friends...and look around, their friends are all speaking Singlish. I feel that it is okay to speak Singlish provided you know that that's not the way to speak or write during oral exams and written exams. Sometimes I slip a few "lah" or "hor" in class, and I just tell them, don't follow because that's bad english. Haha. And all of them would go..."ORRRR HORRR". Lol. Children are fun to be with, &lt;em&gt;when they're not whiney and cranky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-8802951033004976150?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/8802951033004976150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=8802951033004976150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8802951033004976150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8802951033004976150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminds-me-of.html' title='Reminds me of...'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-8705467175955432676</id><published>2009-06-20T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:48:56.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll send all my loving to you....</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day to all the proud papas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years.It has been a long time since I sent a prayer to you. We miss you, Happy Father's Day. It's a good thing that I found my brothers. Abg Mat looks just like you. And I'm still listening to The Beatles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-8705467175955432676?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/8705467175955432676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=8705467175955432676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8705467175955432676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8705467175955432676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-send-all-my-loving-to-you.html' title='I&apos;ll send all my loving to you....'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-9209856880111810165</id><published>2009-06-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:26:51.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What else...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to finish my course soon! 29 June 09. Can't wait. And right now, I'm supposed to be doing my assignment which is due tomorrow. There's tons to do, but I cannot focus. Sucks big time. After my course, I'll be able to save more money. Here's a list of the things I want/want to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a holiday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revamp my room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a nice kain for Hari Raya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a ride on the Singapore Flyer. (yes, so outdated)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Party with my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy that Gucci bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save for the gorgeous Chanel bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to play the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-9209856880111810165?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/9209856880111810165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=9209856880111810165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/9209856880111810165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/9209856880111810165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-else.html' title='What else...'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-8979110355490747050</id><published>2009-06-13T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:09:38.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSfZasRd2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0e1VeE5KMkM/s1600-h/deenaadriana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347073916606183266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSfZasRd2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0e1VeE5KMkM/s400/deenaadriana.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the world Deena Adriana Bte Mohd Salihin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Bte Mohd Salihin...! Felt so weird to type that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSfG1WqYBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rEZxVVE8Lys/s1600-h/dblchincuteness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347073597345783826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSfG1WqYBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rEZxVVE8Lys/s400/dblchincuteness.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud mummy. And so, Fyd has decided that she wants her daughter to call her the classic - "Mak". Hahahaha. Check out her cute double chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071156940791282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc4yIxXfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pyq7V7Ikgvo/s400/deenacheeseburger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She looks so much like In. Or maybe Fyd's Dad, and Mamat, and a bit like Fyd. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;can't decide. Maybe in a few months we'll see. But I think she looks mostly like In. And a bit like a cute tasty double cheeseburger. Fyd kept wanting to eat hambaobao during her pregnancy, see now her baby like burger. Haha. I still can't believe that baby came from her. Gosh, we're growing up so fast. Fyd's a mum now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;KK sucks la, because of the H1N1 outbreak, everything is so strict, 2 person per visit. Then what's the point of having a temperature check. Idiots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc5cN9fGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0mcwOEzVL0U/s1600-h/newdg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071168236846178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc5cN9fGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0mcwOEzVL0U/s400/newdg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new dgcam! Loves it. Yan's mum bought it for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canon gives great quality pictures like no other! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trust Canon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc5pnDDwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oEU0443hZKg/s1600-h/newhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071171831729922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc5pnDDwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/oEU0443hZKg/s400/newhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new hair colour! I know it looks light blue, but after a few washes it's gonna turn into a nice shade of ash blonde. I like my base colour. And my greyish/blueish highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc5to5UaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MgyO4B-1Ce0/s1600-h/hairalbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071172913222050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc5to5UaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MgyO4B-1Ce0/s400/hairalbum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There.It's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc585IRtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UlQjawbvTZU/s1600-h/because+i+love+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071177007843026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSc585IRtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UlQjawbvTZU/s400/because+i+love+u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want you to know - I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being so patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-8979110355490747050?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/8979110355490747050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=8979110355490747050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8979110355490747050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8979110355490747050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-whos-here.html' title='Look who&apos;s here!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SjSfZasRd2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0e1VeE5KMkM/s72-c/deenaadriana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-900409728331257571</id><published>2009-06-01T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:49:25.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday eve</title><content type='html'>I just watched New Moon's new trailer. OMG! SO COOL, Jacob phased into a wolf to save Bella from Laurent....! Hot ! Panas ! WOW !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N, it's my birthday tomor. and me and Yan are quarelling today. That would never happen if I was Bella. Lucky bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-900409728331257571?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/900409728331257571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=900409728331257571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/900409728331257571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/900409728331257571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-eve.html' title='birthday eve'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5899745967881722718</id><published>2009-05-29T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:42:01.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SiDVI8OgtFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H3sGR2jYJ4w/s1600-h/pile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341503507644068946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SiDVI8OgtFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H3sGR2jYJ4w/s400/pile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have an ulcer which is about the size of a one cent coin. OK, yes, I'm exaggerating..not really 1 cent coin...but it's big and obvious! I accidentally bit my tongue while I was about to reprimand two kids who were about to start wrestling. Very ANGRY! It bled and now my lower lip is ugly and it hurts!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 kid from my class said he loved me and wanted to marry me. Super cute. He kept clinging on to my leg and I couldn't move! He said that I cannot talk to anybody else, except him. Whenever I tried to teach the other children he pulled the chair away...Lol. I had to bring him to the principal's office. His father told me he needs to let how to handle disappointment. Oh, the drama of it all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god MAY of coming to an end! I'm done with my practicum and I did good! My ___ asked me if I was willing to take extra responsibilities....bloody hell, increase my pay first la...(she did, but not enough!) She even asked me if I wanted to be the assistant supervisor, I'll be in charge of managing the teachers. It's too fast, I still have alot to learn. No rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5899745967881722718?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5899745967881722718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5899745967881722718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5899745967881722718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5899745967881722718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SiDVI8OgtFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H3sGR2jYJ4w/s72-c/pile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-2159986450122974040</id><published>2009-05-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:46:10.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LISTEN PLEASE</title><content type='html'>This is a funny song. Usually I hate listening to songs that have a mix of english and malay, but this song is good. It's short, simple and stra8 forward. I think some parts of the lyrics are wrong, I copied and paste from a website. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYa2ZR7yyR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYa2ZR7yyR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam I call you, you tak answer&lt;br /&gt;You kata you keluar pergi dinner&lt;br /&gt;You kata you keluar dengan kawan you&lt;br /&gt;But when I call Tommy, he said it wasnt true&lt;br /&gt;So I drove my car pergi Damansara&lt;br /&gt;Tommy kata maybe you tengok bola&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila I sampai you - you tak ada&lt;br /&gt;Lagilah I jadi gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called and called sampai you answer&lt;br /&gt;You kata 'Sorry sayang, tadi tak dengar'&lt;br /&gt;'My phone was on silent - I was at the gym'&lt;br /&gt;Tapi latar belakang suara perempuan lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah sayang I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that your words were never true&lt;br /&gt;Why am I with u - I pun tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;No wonderlah my friends pun tak suka you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's the end of our story&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, she accepted his apology&lt;br /&gt;Tapi last last kita dapat tahu she was cheating too&lt;br /&gt;With her ex-boyfriend's best friend - Tommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-2159986450122974040?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/2159986450122974040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=2159986450122974040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2159986450122974040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/2159986450122974040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen-please.html' title='LISTEN PLEASE'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-9071308167104367603</id><published>2009-05-24T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:15:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot wait for this to be over</title><content type='html'>I hate my all these work!!!!!!!!! I havent't been eating properly since 2 weeks ago. My friends have been telling me I look sick. The dark eye circles are horrible, really black. Thank godness I bought new glasses, so at least I can wear them and hide the horrible flaw! I cannot eat because everything I eat don't taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is at the hospital and I cannot even visit her because I have to do my assignments. And it just sucks because she's all alone there and In has to work. I can imagine her waddling around the whole ward all by herself! I wouldn't want to be in that situation of I were her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month to go. ARGHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-9071308167104367603?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/9071308167104367603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=9071308167104367603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/9071308167104367603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/9071308167104367603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/cannot-wait-for-this-to-be-over.html' title='Cannot wait for this to be over'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4488437317954617590</id><published>2009-05-20T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:14:00.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.MY.GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/ShPzPpN4FzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6LqxqiBxFI4/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877433451812658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/ShPzPpN4FzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6LqxqiBxFI4/s400/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look at Edward.....Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4488437317954617590?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4488437317954617590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4488437317954617590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4488437317954617590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4488437317954617590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/omygod.html' title='O.MY.GOD!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/ShPzPpN4FzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6LqxqiBxFI4/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6623830116872944586</id><published>2009-05-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:19:36.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO SO STUPID, i cannot help it. I need to rant.  because everything is stupid and that is all that i can say. Stupid. and now a stupid mosquito bit me on my thigh. bloody idiot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell must we do a fucking debate. and its so stupid because we have an asignment due on that same stupid day. MONDAY! yey, power sak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6623830116872944586?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6623830116872944586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6623830116872944586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6623830116872944586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6623830116872944586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-so-stupid-i-cannot-help-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3076772891834675276</id><published>2009-05-10T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:06:42.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know what the fuck is wrong with me. It's like my SUPER SLOW PENTIUM 1 brain is not working.  It's like on a longgggggggg holiday.  I cannot even concentrate for like more than 15 minutes and my friend/colleague is pressuring me for my input on our group assignment. Everytime I  try to concentrate or think about my assignment I get this headache on the left side of my head. This is just so stupid.  I hate this. I wish I could quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3076772891834675276?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3076772891834675276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3076772891834675276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3076772891834675276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3076772891834675276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-what-fuck-is-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1211146005618816496</id><published>2009-05-03T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:49:09.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME A BREAK!</title><content type='html'>I need HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm dying. If I die, blame it on all the asignments that L.C made me do.  Call The Straits Time, Newpaper, Berita Harian, Today, etc...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they be so stupid?  Hello, this is May, for goodness sake!  May is the month where all pre school teachers start preparing for PTC. Are you FUCKING kidding me with all the deadlines????????? SO STUPID! How can you not know that?? and you ask us to do our practicum in the middle our course...when we're still taking our FREAKIN modules.  SUPER FOOLISH la you stupid people! Don't forget we still have to work, and some of us have to take care of a husband and 3 kids...or some might have mother in laws to deal with.  Thank god I'm not one of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID, IDIOT, BEGOK, BODOH, PEN TAN! STUPID IN ALL THE LANGUAGES la bodo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wonderful S_ _ decides that "Oh this will be a good month do plan a BBQ for the parents" Like what the fuck !!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell am I suppose to turn 22 peacefully?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1211146005618816496?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1211146005618816496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1211146005618816496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1211146005618816496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1211146005618816496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-break.html' title='GIVE ME A BREAK!'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5980540651634467674</id><published>2009-05-02T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:40:15.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfyDzwM3GwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OmpZnuuVR0I/s1600-h/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331280984035236610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfyDzwM3GwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OmpZnuuVR0I/s400/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used to dream about having super powers.  Right now, I wish I had some super power that can help me complete my asignment.  I wish I was super intelligent and can complete my asignments in a blink of an eye.  I wish Edward was my boyfriend instead of Bella's.  He would be perfect, he can help me finish up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught that wolverine movie during the PH.  Gambit was so awesomely cool.  Wolverine was cool too cos he's strong and stuff, but he's all hairy and too muscular, so that minused off the cool factor abit.  Well, for me at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyd's tummy is ever growing.....she seemed bigger than I last saw her, and she ate like a champ! So did I....for the past week.  I cannot stop eating due to the stress level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of typing out my reflective journals when I decided to waste time and blog.  Just to clear my mind a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfyDtU2TwqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BxRA30cQqG0/s1600-h/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfyDtU2TwqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BxRA30cQqG0/s1600-h/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfyDtU2TwqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BxRA30cQqG0/s1600-h/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5980540651634467674?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5980540651634467674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5980540651634467674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5980540651634467674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5980540651634467674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-used-to-dream-about-having-super.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfyDzwM3GwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OmpZnuuVR0I/s72-c/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4105823996224750563</id><published>2009-04-28T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:10:11.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A GRUMPY moment</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from work and I already threw a 6 year old temper tantrum - minus the rolling around. I was hungry and my mum cooked fish curry today. I didn't like it, and said that I hate fish curry and I'm not gonna eat it. I am such an unthankful bitch. And then I asked Yan whether he photocopied the papers I asked him, and he said no. So I said something mean and went off with a sulky face. I feel like saying mean stuff to everybody because I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, hungry and I had to wash the bowls and plates in school because the cook was on MC. I have alot of work to do but have zero idea where to start. So yes, I want to throw my tantrum at everybody and pick on little things. Go on, hate me you happy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;your grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfbVehAfKgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E74vj6NU0LU/s1600-h/wdw_spotlight_grumpy_081406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329681929272764930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfbVehAfKgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E74vj6NU0LU/s400/wdw_spotlight_grumpy_081406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfbVDuj5YHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_dzl9Uh3y9A/s1600-h/wdw_spotlight_grumpy_081406.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4105823996224750563?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4105823996224750563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4105823996224750563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4105823996224750563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4105823996224750563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/04/grumpy-moment.html' title='A GRUMPY moment'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfbVehAfKgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E74vj6NU0LU/s72-c/wdw_spotlight_grumpy_081406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7434598334485385924</id><published>2009-04-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:42:00.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for the scrapbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQJnbLSQAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xGuKgj7vjWU/s1600-h/combined.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328894821484603122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQJm0ACJvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f99BpSwLXVY/s400/fydodydo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fyda-dyda looking sooo preggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so excited for her! She kept insisting that I should press on her tummy to feel her baby, and I am such a chicken because I'm afraid I might hurt her or the baby. Eeeeee. 2 more months and we'll see the junior. Confirm curly hair eh CT. Hahaha, curly's lovely what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQJnO-YMdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LtmXMv1HR9Y/s1600-h/rodstar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328894828725416402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQJnO-YMdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LtmXMv1HR9Y/s400/rodstar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ehemmm...your's truly - THE RODSTAR. (Gettit? Rod...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQJnDgt8gI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ub8D3tUiAhE/s1600-h/prawning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328894825648222722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQJnDgt8gI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ub8D3tUiAhE/s400/prawning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQM97ZSXxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_uJH7C7Eraw/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328898517141446418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQM97ZSXxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_uJH7C7Eraw/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's 1 point for Dd. She actually caught 1 and the hook refused to come out from the prawns mouth! Kesian prawn, sampai berbuih mulut. Dd blamed me for letting her 1st prawn get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328901143819143362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQPW0iDSMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sIibFBD966o/s400/waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...Yan caught 2 quite big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prawning is super boring if you don't get any! Requires a lot of WAITING, which I hate.  Not for the impatient like me.  Suitable for people who likes to sit around.  Yan loved it and wants to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7434598334485385924?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7434598334485385924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7434598334485385924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7434598334485385924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7434598334485385924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html' title='This one&apos;s for the scrapbook'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfQJm0ACJvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f99BpSwLXVY/s72-c/fydodydo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6583426355743339417</id><published>2009-04-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:45:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3SqFLK9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xsktRAxBi8I/s1600-h/thebeatles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328311734061706194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3SqFLK9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xsktRAxBi8I/s400/thebeatles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel so loved lately. That is my favourite t shirt FOREVER. (I have this kid in class who loves to say "Forever"..he'll go like.."Teacher Munirah, I love you FOREVER") and he says things like "I love you for 1000 years" So sweet, you don't get often right.....I'm one lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the many assignments I've got, my body is constantly aching and Yan/my mum has to massage me. So Yan-my-hero surprised me with Osim's "Ipamper"! I thought he bought me a remote control car because the gift wrapper was Hotwheels and the card says "happy birthday", the card was sweet btw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset with him in the morning because I was feeling fat, ugly, tired and dreading to go to work. I found out that he did not off my hp's WIFI connection after using it the previous night, and my hp had ZERO bar. So like very pissed off la konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328311739716038962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3S_JRcTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n4jtRyoHk3Q/s400/ipampered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328311736377460626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3SytSx5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/FZmraushrQM/s400/dindin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even my birthday yet and Yan has already bought me 2 "birthday gifts". He kept insisting that these are my birthday gifts...not fair leh..then later my birthday got no present! He bought me that bag @ Marc by Marc Jacobs. Geee...u r far too kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY some pictures from our Batam trip during CNY eve. We actually missed our ferry to BATAM and we had to go home. Thank god we could change the timing without paying any additional fees! We ran like "Amazing Race" contestants, but still missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3TB7f3lI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NbiZx7cpb3Q/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328311740463570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3TB7f3lI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NbiZx7cpb3Q/s400/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3TNe4MyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RFGMI7_BBJE/s1600-h/batam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328311743564755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3TNe4MyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RFGMI7_BBJE/s400/batam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, da tuje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hooray ! I feel FAT again. I hate looking at Syima's photos in FB. DAMN LUCKY skinny minny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6583426355743339417?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6583426355743339417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6583426355743339417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6583426355743339417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6583426355743339417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-so-loved-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SfH3SqFLK9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xsktRAxBi8I/s72-c/thebeatles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-7352084623281381447</id><published>2009-04-18T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:16:49.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So glad</title><content type='html'>I was just reading my November entries.  I realised how depressed I was, and how I wanted to be my usual self again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now! I'm back to being me, my cheerful self.  I started gaining weight already, but it's ok, cos I'm happy.  I started looking for new blogskins...I won't have time to design one, and I finally logged on to my cbox account. Yes, now i'm going to put the bloody tagboard even though nobody tags.  But, what the hell right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-7352084623281381447?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/7352084623281381447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=7352084623281381447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7352084623281381447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/7352084623281381447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-glad.html' title='So glad'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-3174296787048870949</id><published>2009-04-18T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:46:11.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SenbBnY8esI/AAAAAAAAAFU/T7tdMAz1y3M/s1600-h/cinema.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326028855142283970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SenbBnY8esI/AAAAAAAAAFU/T7tdMAz1y3M/s400/cinema.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still so Twilight obsessed. I keep wanting to reread by Twilight books. I finished with New Moon, now I'm reading Eclispe. Sigh~ Can't wait for New Moon to come to theatres...I'm suffering from withdrawal syndromes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SenYiNnFtWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bupqf4g0enU/s1600-h/IMG_7066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326026116623086946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SenYiNnFtWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bupqf4g0enU/s400/IMG_7066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hooray for photoscape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yes, I just know about it...so backdated, thanks Persis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-3174296787048870949?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/3174296787048870949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=3174296787048870949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3174296787048870949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/3174296787048870949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m HERE'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SenbBnY8esI/AAAAAAAAAFU/T7tdMAz1y3M/s72-c/cinema.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1328960473093041389</id><published>2009-04-12T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:09:48.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SeHky4TNaXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VrZrkinzgbw/s1600-h/n1240702372_30185603_6914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323787797286185330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SeHky4TNaXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VrZrkinzgbw/s400/n1240702372_30185603_6914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main sidekick will be MIA for ________. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend is ________. So our activities are limited, but thank god we can still karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically it. My lack of entries are due to the lack of activities. I have zero new pictures in my laptop because my HP laptop has ceased existance. Thank goodness Yan bought me a new laptop,it's faster and virus free.  2009 will be very low key for us. Can't wait till everything's over. Can't wait to finally - HAVE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday, a longggg relaxing holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1328960473093041389?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1328960473093041389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1328960473093041389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1328960473093041389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1328960473093041389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-main-sidekick-will-be-mia-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SeHky4TNaXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VrZrkinzgbw/s72-c/n1240702372_30185603_6914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6814105769790115104</id><published>2009-04-01T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:51:15.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily rant</title><content type='html'>I am in a VERY foul mood. Lately, I hate work because I feel that my ___________ is giving me too much work. Firstly I have to teach 3 classes = have PTC with all 3 classes. In the afternoon, I still have to teach and I still have to guide 2 primary school boys with their HW. Imagine if 1 of them has a composition HW, how the hell am i suppose to find time to help him. I dont even have a proper lunch time, so unfair, i hate it. From 1-2 i have to let the children sleep, then after that str8 away go up ...kerja mcm lembu, lembu pon tak kerja mcm aku. SO FUCKIN unfair. I dont even want to mention salary here....if ___ were to hire another, ___ have to pay more, and of course ___ feels that it's damn convenient to take me, the always "ok- anything-suffer in silence" type of girl like me. I know I am complaining like a child now, and maybe when i read it back, i'd laugh (i doubt so). Of course it's not funny, no time for planning, no time for nothing, all the time pleasing ________ ass. Ya that's what you only care about you money minded __________. Aku ni pulak step rajin la, sume dier ckp aku ckp "YES,OKAY" Memang padan dengan muka aku. Tau pon aku takut, nak blog in malay, maklumlah takut kene complain la kan. Mampus tanak! Hari2 suro org FIND TIME, FIND TIME dekat mana? Bodo nak mampus.... hari2 ckp _____ messy, da tentu tu budak2 biarkan la, bukan aku tak suro drg kemas. Kesian budak2 aku pon mcm lembu. Bodo , bodo. You and your stupid rules...sume org tak bole bobal ngn sape2...abe tu ada mulut buat ape! STUPID "CULTURE". EVERYTHING WE DO you say "out lah". Never once praise us. Everything is super lousy ...if your ___________ is so good, why didnt u hire them. Go hire them la bodo. Kau jugak yg nak save duit, padan dgn muka kau jugak. BODOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an assignment due tomorrow and I hate it. I hate higher learning, I hate it that everything revolves around money and I hate it that my practicum is starting soon!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.C is so fuckin DUMB, why the hell must they schedule our practicum in the middle of OUR GOD DAMN MODULES. We have to work, fulfill practicum hours and go to class at night. BLOODY GENIUS la L.C. and right now, i cannot find my stupid timetable. How the fuck am i suppose to complete the assignment, everything is super d duper stupid!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOOOOOOOOOOOO foresee my birthday. I know i'll be too damn worried about the dead dues that I would feel guilty every second im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not done yet, i still feel ANGRY. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about _&lt;- this close to a nervous breakdown. I even googled about it.  EVERYTHING IS STUPID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6814105769790115104?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6814105769790115104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6814105769790115104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6814105769790115104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6814105769790115104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-rant.html' title='Daily rant'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-1603536814215890535</id><published>2009-03-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:42:36.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gd morning tuesday</title><content type='html'>thank goodness for wireless!  it's now 430am...and im wide awake on my working day. bummer siak!! I have to report to work in about 3 hours and i'm not getting enough sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently I am bloging via my X1..I still love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just found out that a friend has got cancer. at a very young age. this is a note to all women, start going for ur regular papsmear. I haven't got the time to book an appointment, but will do it soon. Im worried for her,but she's strong. I'll pray for you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  goal for this year is to approach things more positively..and im not doing too well.. I wish I was like yan,always so positive. everybody loves yan. Yan kan baik...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not get angry @ the chn later,I promise,promise,promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-1603536814215890535?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/1603536814215890535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=1603536814215890535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1603536814215890535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/1603536814215890535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/03/gd-morning-tuesday.html' title='gd morning tuesday'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6938057691845877446</id><published>2009-03-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:10:07.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>My left thumb is hurting.  I hate losing when I play games! Boooo...Yan finally got his PS3, I didn't buy it for him, his mum did.  We played street fighter just now and everything was so unfair! I was frantically trying to do the combo hits or whatever attack la but failed miserably! Bloody hell, and Yan won all the time and he did not want to change his player - he remained Sagat the whole time, not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil May Cry is a good game though.  I like it, but not enough to play all night lah. Ps3 is super cool like that, we surfed Youtube pakai TV leper.  Suke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd nyte .  Remember to save the earth la you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-6938057691845877446?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/6938057691845877446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=6938057691845877446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6938057691845877446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/6938057691845877446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-8428949353990388887</id><published>2009-03-21T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:42:58.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep talking ( u dont have to read this, it's just for my reference)</title><content type='html'>According to Yan, I talked while I was sleeping last night, and it scared him.  He said, I was singing some song...and then I tapped him and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kau tau tak ni lagu ape? (Do you know what song I'm singing?) &lt;br /&gt;Yan: Tak tau ah&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahhhh...ni lagu Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, gave me the LOLS in the morning.  I mean, I would be spooked out too.  Yan laughs alot in his sleep, I would wake up dazed in the middle of the night and hear him laughing.  Gave me the creeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I didn't shower after the excursion to Jurong Bird Park.  I didn't shower for 2 days. Right now, I smell bad, and my hair is very2 greasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my mum scared the shit out of me 1 night.  Here's the story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke me up at 2+ am.  I ignored her, and said  I wanted to sleep.  She tried waking me up again, this time, with urgency.  I wished I went back to sleep that night...really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Mira cepat bukak pintu, bapak kau tak mati, tu dier kat luar, pergi bayarkan duit taxi dier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Quick, open the door, your father did not die, he's right outside waiting for you to pass the money for his cab fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SUPER terrified that night, I scolded her, and said merepek and all, and my mum was holding a piece of tissue (which was supposed to be the money for my "father's cab fare") and insisted that I open the door and hand my father the money.  IMAGINE HOW TERRIFIED I WAS, MY FATHER PASSED AWAY LIKE 10 YEARS AGO!! I said "Bangun la, bangun la" and all the time, she looked awake and she was even sitting down and walking abit and pointing towards the door.  I will never forget that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research on sleep talking and sleep walking and anything that is related to sleep so here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What my mum was having&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night terrors can last anywhere from five to 20 minutes. People having a night terror are still asleep but may look like they are awake. For example, they may sit up in bed screaming with their eyes wide open. When they actually do wake up, they usually have no memory of the episode (although some people do remember them). Night terrors occur most frequently in children, but adults can also experience them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though they may not remember them, everyone dreams several times a night. In fact, during a typical lifetime, we spend about six years dreaming. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people are &lt;a href="http://health.howstuffworks.com/10017-9-ways-to-help-you-stop-snoring.htm"&gt;snoring&lt;/a&gt;, they're not dreaming. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who have been blind from birth have dreams that are formed from their other senses (e.g., touch, smell, sound). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucid Dreaming (This is so cool...I can actually do this!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucid dreaming is a learned skill and occurs when you are dreaming, you realize you are dreaming and you are able to then control what happens in your dream -- all while you're still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to control your dreams would be a very cool thing to be able to do, but it is a difficult skill that usually takes special training. It is estimated that fewer than 100,000 people in the United States have the ability to have lucid dreams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always have this recurring dream of me climbing and climbing up the stairs of a HDB flat (somewhere in Tampines) and yet I don't know who's house I'm heading to...it's kinda scary, and tiring when I wake up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N Yan...this one's for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being chased&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ever-popular chase dream can be extremely frightening. What it usually symbolizes is that you're running away from your problems. What that problem is depends on who is chasing you. It may be a problem at work, or it may be something about yourself that you know is destructive. For example, you may be drinking too much, and your dream may be telling you that your drinking is becoming a real problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all...I need to shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-8428949353990388887?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/8428949353990388887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=8428949353990388887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8428949353990388887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/8428949353990388887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-talking-u-dont-have-to-read-this.html' title='Sleep talking ( u dont have to read this, it&apos;s just for my reference)'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-4757891763010680871</id><published>2009-03-11T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:42:03.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because I'm the world's greatest girlfriend. (I wish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeXXXjTTtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nV66lL4KpNY/s1600-h/P080309_21.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311880713221656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeXXXjTTtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nV66lL4KpNY/s400/P080309_21.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I'm really feeling guilty. We've been spending too much. This is so unlike us. I'm worried that it will make us change. We're not really that type of people, the type who goes for designer goods...blah3. AND YES, Yan bought me a wallet from Gucci. Well, I can afford it with my own pay, because it's not &lt;strong&gt;AS EXPENSIVE AS I THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt; it would be. Anyway, the picture on top was taken with VIEWTY, bloody sucky picture quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND YAN made me touch the key pouch that was made from &lt;strong&gt;pig skin!&lt;/strong&gt; YUCKS, super gross gitu. Yan kau suka je eh pilih pig skin. Hahaha. Oh ya, to all muslims, be careful, some bags from Gucci are made from pig skin. We got so scared, so we checked with the sales assistant about the shoe ...lucky it's calf's skin. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeXXt4JMoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/h7kJWpaXiuM/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311880719214654082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeXXt4JMoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/h7kJWpaXiuM/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I chose this because the monogram is not that obvious. I hate the monogram ones. Too obvious. You have to get a closer look to see the Gucci monograms. I like the G charm. What have I done to deserve all these? Thank you lucky star &amp;amp; yan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeclV-mzPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UAwZZMLHpfU/s1600-h/P150209_17.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311886450875616498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeclV-mzPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UAwZZMLHpfU/s400/P150209_17.23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeclDPhQrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gdwuU0QFVq4/s1600-h/P150209_17.23%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311886445846282930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeclDPhQrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gdwuU0QFVq4/s400/P150209_17.23%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sbee2uIRbHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lTLSSgmHdKU/s1600-h/IMG_6717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311888948439641202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sbee2uIRbHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lTLSSgmHdKU/s400/IMG_6717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sbeirwvwh-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9s69Gy3zwVQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311893158210078690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/Sbeirwvwh-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9s69Gy3zwVQ/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know how I feel about you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-4757891763010680871?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/4757891763010680871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=4757891763010680871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4757891763010680871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/4757891763010680871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-im-worlds-greatest-girlfriend-i.html' title='because I&apos;m the world&apos;s greatest girlfriend. (I wish)'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbeXXXjTTtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nV66lL4KpNY/s72-c/P080309_21.20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-5572380333813848847</id><published>2009-03-07T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:54:08.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One happy woman.Once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNpYLz3kWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1dKG-U2fQ9Q/s1600-h/gucci+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310704249808064866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNpYLz3kWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1dKG-U2fQ9Q/s400/gucci+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Focus on the shoe. That's my after-work look. Not nice like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled! Yan got me a pair of GUCCI sneakers. Not Petaling Street sorry hor.... Ok well, he did not actually BUY it for me. His mummy's friend brings in shoes, bags, and everything GUCCI to the boutique, so yeah, she kindly took 1 and gave it to ME. Yan's siblings and mum are so lucky too, they get free bags and wallets. Hooray. And Yan gave me the hp strap too. The hp strap is a no big deal, I didn't want it, but Yan wanted me to use it so yeah, I'm using it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN3oIJ-1SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5Z6NcpCO-0I/s1600-h/coach+barret+sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310719916867769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN3oIJ-1SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5Z6NcpCO-0I/s400/coach+barret+sneakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you Yan has been very kind and giving lately. He bought me the black Coach sneakers I wanted. So I guess I'll be neglecting my Converse. Oh well. And I seriously need to find a proper place for my footwears! Right now, there're all stored in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my X1. It's great, just as I dreamt it would be. Initially, I wanted to get the new Prada phone but LG's camera sucks big time, and Yan surprised me with X1. Awww.....the camera's great even though it's 3.2 megapix, far better than my ex VIEWTY. And to top it off, he bought me a Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. bracelet. ~Sigh....I want to cry gitu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNrERz9QzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/isDDfr2xPp4/s1600-h/christmas+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706106844922674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNrERz9QzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/isDDfr2xPp4/s400/christmas+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those were the gifts from last christmas. He even bought me my benetint. Such a sweet bf. There's many more but I didn't take any picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I had nothing to buy on our date. That's because he's been buying me lot's of stuff and now I feel like I don't need anything. Well, except for a new dgcam. So we looked for his things. I bought him a Fred Perry sling bag. The bag was nice. It cost 200+ only. Not as expensive as the things he bought me. That's because I'm paying for my own school fees and I am the woman version of Haji Bakil. I hate spending my own money. So I'm kinda short on cash, but next month is the final installation so HOORAY. When I finish with my school fees the PS3 is yours Yan. Wait for it ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember I said I wanted to buy a leather jacket. Now everybody's wearing it and I don't feel like buying it anymore. Besides Yan bought me a jacket from River Island. It's too cool and I'm in love with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNum2p9a1I/AAAAAAAAADE/2UXbfOIiTtw/s1600-h/river+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709999385537362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNum2p9a1I/AAAAAAAAADE/2UXbfOIiTtw/s400/river+island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Boy, I'm starting to sound like a show off. Well I'm not, I'm still down to earth, I still prefer cheap things over expensive things. I'm really grateful that I get to have all these things. Feels good to earn money, I can't ever imagine not working again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's still so many things that I want to ramble on about. Oh, the other day, I saw my ex sec. school mate, he said I slimmed down. Oh yeah...Can I get a woot2! He was asking me, what the hell happened, how did I get so thin. Was I THAT FAT? Bloody hell btol. I feel like I'm gaining weight again...If my stomach is empty, I'm 45...but if I eat alot for a few days it goes to 47. I dowant, and I still have chubby cheeks. I hate it. But as Yan always tell me, at least I'm not obese or what. Yeah I get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FINALLY, here's everything else, ready?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNxQPysDAI/AAAAAAAAADM/3mzXBxOm8ww/s1600-h/Abulat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310712909530926082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNxQPysDAI/AAAAAAAAADM/3mzXBxOm8ww/s400/Abulat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing, Adam Anaqi. Aisha and Aris's son. Look at that boy's hand. I want to bite him until he cries. I cannot believe that he came from Aisha's small tummy. We call him A bulat cos him name is Anaqi and we were teasing his parents cos it sounds like "ANARCHY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNyZPCZjeI/AAAAAAAAADU/bKGiKGDXLRE/s1600-h/anarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310714163458837986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNyZPCZjeI/AAAAAAAAADU/bKGiKGDXLRE/s400/anarchy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be easy for him to write his name soon. Just an A and a circle around it = A bulat. That's how we got him his nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Bestfriend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNzOkiUlcI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZ19diuD5H0/s1600-h/IMG_6823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310715079762941378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNzOkiUlcI/AAAAAAAAADk/sZ19diuD5H0/s400/IMG_6823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNzOSH5xuI/AAAAAAAAADc/hgFOuTjARL0/s1600-h/blured+bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310715074820294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNzOSH5xuI/AAAAAAAAADc/hgFOuTjARL0/s400/blured+bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN0YIqq4zI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ig_81QlqSTc/s1600-h/IMG_6896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310716343592084274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN0YIqq4zI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ig_81QlqSTc/s400/IMG_6896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN0Xxb_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z--0fBZVGek/s1600-h/IMG_6877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310716337356529042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN0Xxb_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z--0fBZVGek/s400/IMG_6877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN0XbFNl9I/AAAAAAAAADs/V6QrfAYbmTE/s1600-h/IMG_6882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310716331355379666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbN0XbFNl9I/AAAAAAAAADs/V6QrfAYbmTE/s400/IMG_6882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried at Fyd's wedding, the part where In just arrived and walking to her. Touching gitu kan...bestfriend kawin, aku blom kawin. But after that it was all fun and laughter, we were laughing and the kuda kepang and the silat. Poor Fyd, trying to hold her laughter. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, you know wat, I'm tired. I have another date with Yan and I'm late. Tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290663684349541192-5572380333813848847?l=julietmustlive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/feeds/5572380333813848847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290663684349541192&amp;postID=5572380333813848847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5572380333813848847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290663684349541192/posts/default/5572380333813848847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julietmustlive.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-happy-womanonce-again.html' title='One happy woman.Once again.'/><author><name>nira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15420719198897437160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a5LnpOR2jR4/SbNpYLz3kWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1dKG-U2fQ9Q/s72-c/gucci+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290663684349541192.post-6752817203933490156</id><published>2009-02-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:46:36.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting with updates!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I first things first, Im sure there will be no pictures anytime soon because there are waayyy too many pictures and I don't have time.  I'll have time ....after July I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  My bestfriend got hitched! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am going to be an aunty soon....! I found out from Facebook. Thank god for that. Apparently, my eldest brother wanted to surprise me on the delivery date.  Imagine the horror. Just like his engagement.  That is sooo not going to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My boss just smsed me.  She asked whether I was interested in taking up a degree in early childhood with NIE or RTRC. ....MCYS scholarship,3 years course.  3 years? I'll die. I'll be...what? 25 when I graduate.  Ok la....but 3 years...my brain cannot take it I think.  But it sounds nice.  Me, holding a degree.  Wow. I need to inform her by Monday so that she can send in the nomination form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    ...................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's all the important news so far.  Let's move on to : ME (once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing my previous class really2 badly.  It's making me tear up at night.  They are a sweet bunch.  My new class is ...well...made up of boys mostly.  They are a handful.  I am now reading a book on discipline.  Yes, I am thinking of reading self help books too.  I am one stressed out woman.  My hair is a terrible case and my skin is dry and suffering along with me. Yan has been such a sweet boyfriend.  My assignments usually makes me grumpy and it's not fun to hang around with me when I'm grumpy. But he's still here, waiting for the grumpiness to go away. He's been showering me with gifts and surprises.  Yes I love it, but at the same time I feel like I don't deserve it.  And, with so many things in my head, I don't  have time to return the gifts and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished reading the "Twilight" series.  Edward...(sigh) you lucky bitch Bella.&lt;br /&gt;Yan surprised me with "Eclispe" last week, and I already finished it in 2 days.  Cannot wait for "Midnight Sun" to hit the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me resize all the pictures first.  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