<?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-678038018519563981</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:33:42.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMACK MY LIPS. XOXO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-3061626062321752517</id><published>2009-12-17T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:16:27.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MA-NI-LA!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like super duperly cant wait to go to manila tomorrow. i've always wanted to go there especially since I grew up with filipino people. my first bestfriend is actually a filipina, kristine dayrit :) and my maid was filipina and driver and teacher. &amp;amp; i absolutely love them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanyyways, fee, zeem and boon are in my room now watching some movie. I do want to watch it but like im not in a movie mode right now. Eventhough im watching juicy star now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know what to type now. except that I miss you so much. i think you deffinitely know who you are whether or not you're reading this. It feels like its been ages since we last spoke to each other. I just want you right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jsyk, facebook rocks! haha. i have my reasons *winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i bring pinky to manila with me? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh i feel like listing down the most special items in my life names :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptop : pinky&lt;br /&gt;brown monkey : don&lt;br /&gt;green monkey : leo&lt;br /&gt;pink monkey : kiko&lt;br /&gt;blue monkey : blue monkey :P&lt;br /&gt;my phone : corby (i dont think bubblegum suited it afterall)&lt;br /&gt;my bunnies : koala bear, mokee, candy cane, brown bear, kisses, huggies &amp;amp; smoochs.&lt;br /&gt;my ipod : peenks.&lt;br /&gt;my white teddy bear : buba.&lt;br /&gt;my camera : blossom&lt;br /&gt;my headphones : jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile, like you love me.&lt;br /&gt;giggle, like you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;cry, like you want me.&lt;br /&gt;laugh, like you're with me.&lt;div 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Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-4888334466444444892</id><published>2009-12-13T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:43:26.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like sad faces. i think they are really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like people who talk like theyre all that. pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like food with garlic and onions. i know im allergic to garlics but i hate onion pieces. i like onion rings.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like sweating and being all sticky. its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being told off. cos its embarassing and mean!&lt;br /&gt;i hate mean looks. cos i would be tempted to slap your face.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who cry to get sympathy. like wow how about a round of applause to your acting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna sleep. im tired.&lt;br /&gt;well done barracudas.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-4888334466444444892?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4888334466444444892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-like-sad-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4888334466444444892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4888334466444444892'/><link 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maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;How do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;There's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8598984014049969862?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8598984014049969862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-6380418661492522449</id><published>2009-12-03T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:23:46.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT! GET ME! THIS! NOW! please (a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple itouch&lt;/span&gt; so I can practice and beat my bestfriends ass in tap tap revolution!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjD1Yjs3kI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/s_CdOiPyWXc/s1600-h/itouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjD1Yjs3kI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/s_CdOiPyWXc/s320/itouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411290274178326082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) This super cool &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello kitty dvd player&lt;/span&gt;. although moms gonna say no cos it looks like a toy! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDg7GexBI/AAAAAAAAD1I/y99HmyKNW1k/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDg7GexBI/AAAAAAAAD1I/y99HmyKNW1k/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289922673755154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Any victoria secret PINK tshirts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDgnwGHwI/AAAAAAAAD1A/bP_YRyyNe2g/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDgnwGHwI/AAAAAAAAD1A/bP_YRyyNe2g/s320/img-thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289917479591682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Escada Island kiss perfume. This was actually the very first perfume that I have everrr wanted eversince i.. started smelling good. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDgHRGaqI/AAAAAAAAD04/zPbENZuonPs/s1600-h/island-kiss-perfume-escada-eau-toilette-spray-women578765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDgHRGaqI/AAAAAAAAD04/zPbENZuonPs/s320/island-kiss-perfume-escada-eau-toilette-spray-women578765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289908759653026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5) Jessica Simpsons high heels. I think it would look superrr rad on my feet! aahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDf2bFDdI/AAAAAAAAD0w/n_rtvuLLlFM/s1600-h/jessica_simpson_heels.0.0.0x0.450x450.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDf2bFDdI/AAAAAAAAD0w/n_rtvuLLlFM/s320/jessica_simpson_heels.0.0.0x0.450x450.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289904238104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6) I actually know someone who owns this Juicy couture pink sidekick but she sold it to someone cos apparently its crappy but i still cant get you off my mindd! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDN-8fRFI/AAAAAAAAD0o/5QaDjgoOO1Q/s1600-h/juicysidekick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDN-8fRFI/AAAAAAAAD0o/5QaDjgoOO1Q/s320/juicysidekick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289597288072274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7) COLORFUL SNEAKERS! again, i want them in my colorful collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDNepN-eI/AAAAAAAAD0g/TImaWutJaQM/s1600-h/nike-sportswear-nylon-dunk-hi-pack-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDNepN-eI/AAAAAAAAD0g/TImaWutJaQM/s320/nike-sportswear-nylon-dunk-hi-pack-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289588617312738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8) I couldnt make up my mind on which heels i wanted. so tadaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDNN1Cc9I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/y0t5tzdQOPM/s1600-h/shoes-nyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDNN1Cc9I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/y0t5tzdQOPM/s320/shoes-nyt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289584103486418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I need this sony pink recorder to record my lecturers during lectures in university. so this is essentiall!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDM8NnY8I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/LCYMlSomy-U/s1600-h/sony-ux81-voice-recorder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDM8NnY8I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/LCYMlSomy-U/s320/sony-ux81-voice-recorder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289579374732226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &amp;amp; this pink videocamera so I can video my lectures too or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDMaJGIiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/PA3o8GSGHRw/s1600-h/T100pi-T1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjDMaJGIiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/PA3o8GSGHRw/s320/T100pi-T1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289570228970018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) this was owned by a very famous supermodel named Iman. Yes named after me, not the other way around :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC6f1ssGI/AAAAAAAAD0A/t0cHJvUXs-o/s1600-h/gucci+Iman+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC6f1ssGI/AAAAAAAAD0A/t0cHJvUXs-o/s320/gucci+Iman+heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289262520578146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) i gotta have theseee sexy heeels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC5_xKsUI/AAAAAAAADz4/9k2KJqMXLCk/s1600-h/Extreme-High-Heels_articleimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC5_xKsUI/AAAAAAAADz4/9k2KJqMXLCk/s320/Extreme-High-Heels_articleimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289253911638338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) considering that i would be able to wear shorts and skirts, I WANT THISS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC5ob2YBI/AAAAAAAADzw/O0XUBu73f-I/s1600-h/converse_high_heel_sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC5ob2YBI/AAAAAAAADzw/O0XUBu73f-I/s320/converse_high_heel_sneakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289247648210962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) How fucking awesome is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC5B1TgYI/AAAAAAAADzo/pPE-eiC_BxI/s1600-h/Tribal+lace+up+heels+%C2%A369+River+Island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC5B1TgYI/AAAAAAAADzo/pPE-eiC_BxI/s320/Tribal+lace+up+heels+%C2%A369+River+Island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289237285994882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) and this too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC4k-NW8I/AAAAAAAADzg/1KFJFYjEA-U/s1600-h/balmain_aldo_studded_heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjC4k-NW8I/AAAAAAAADzg/1KFJFYjEA-U/s320/balmain_aldo_studded_heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411289229538712514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) who doesnt need a mini fridge to store your drinks in your room?! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBbpGNLmI/AAAAAAAADzY/bUyIuRulsBA/s1600-h/hello-kitty-mini-fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBbpGNLmI/AAAAAAAADzY/bUyIuRulsBA/s320/hello-kitty-mini-fridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411287632918163042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) A hello kitty ipod dock! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBbMPb1qI/AAAAAAAADzQ/90xrPnLeIPs/s1600-h/hello_kitty_ipod_dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBbMPb1qI/AAAAAAAADzQ/90xrPnLeIPs/s320/hello_kitty_ipod_dock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411287625172244130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18) Harajuku lovers perfume. I actually saw this at the mall and i was thinking of getting them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBarSLyoI/AAAAAAAADzI/PFbPwY_gplg/s1600-h/Harajuku-Lovers-Fragrance-Collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBarSLyoI/AAAAAAAADzI/PFbPwY_gplg/s320/Harajuku-Lovers-Fragrance-Collection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411287616325405314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) and last but not least, i hope :P DR DRE BEATS PINK HEADPHONES is a MUST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBaFkHklI/AAAAAAAADy4/HANEmlO0DEQ/s1600-h/001-beats-by-dre-chris-hamilton_medium.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjBaFkHklI/AAAAAAAADy4/HANEmlO0DEQ/s320/001-beats-by-dre-chris-hamilton_medium.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411287606200078930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as quoted from le bestfriend " theres always a new conquest for you to want"&lt;br /&gt;THERE SURELY IS! cos the world wont stop producing things for meeeee :)&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/678038018519563981-6380418661492522449?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6380418661492522449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-get-me-this-now-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6380418661492522449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6380418661492522449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-get-me-this-now-please.html' title='I WANT! GET ME! THIS! NOW! please (a)'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxjD1Yjs3kI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/s_CdOiPyWXc/s72-c/itouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7452966316719532016</id><published>2009-12-01T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:09:33.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubblegum! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Meet the newest addition to the pink family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxVo7vlTv_I/AAAAAAAADyg/P3N61CqxDb8/s1600/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxVo7vlTv_I/AAAAAAAADyg/P3N61CqxDb8/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410345902950039538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxVo8lLl8HI/AAAAAAAADyw/y9_4DT7SV0g/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxVo8lLl8HI/AAAAAAAADyw/y9_4DT7SV0g/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410345917337694322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxVo8J_WIUI/AAAAAAAADyo/2BF3Nl573NY/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxVo8J_WIUI/AAAAAAAADyo/2BF3Nl573NY/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410345910038569282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubblegum :))&lt;br /&gt;its a samsung corby.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find the corby in pink today at incomm.&lt;br /&gt;So far I am super happy with this phone. Its super cool and im inlove with it!&lt;br /&gt;the only difficulty is that im not used to touch screens so therefore i ended up clicking on other things instead of what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it is beautiful! :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you momma for getting me this phone.&lt;br /&gt;love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s "One lcb student has commit suicide due to her accounting assignment, the girl is found to be named Iman Azma"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha. screw you accounts!&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/678038018519563981-7452966316719532016?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7452966316719532016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/12/bubblegum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7452966316719532016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7452966316719532016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/12/bubblegum.html' title='Bubblegum! :)'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxVo7vlTv_I/AAAAAAAADyg/P3N61CqxDb8/s72-c/IMG_1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-3571096719733050162</id><published>2009-11-28T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:32:07.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learn.</title><content type='html'>Something I learnt about friends, they'll just do whatever it takes to hear you laugh and go wild. To talk non stop. or even talk full on rubbish. To see you run around your house for 10 rounds. or jump on your bed like some silly person who believes that the higher you jump, the taller you become -_- They're just people who will always be there around you, even for the bad or the good times. Whether their someone to always count on, is a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I learnt about boyfriends, they make you feel good, they make you smile, they make you laugh, they make you cry, they make you want to reach into the inner part of your eyeballs and pull em out, they make you want to jump off the highest building, they make you want to get wasted, they make you go crazy both in love and in anger. another thing we all learn, they come and they go when they get bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I learnt about bestfriends. They shove things in your face whether its bad or good but its the truth. They tell you how ugly you look on your bad hair days. Their the first ones to speak up when you do something wrong. They will never fail to be there whether you need them or not. They will be the one lying down beneath you incase you break down and fall. They will always 100% or more be on your side no matter what. They are meant to be biased no matter what. What we learn, their the ones you know you can count on at the very end of the day or even the start. Hence why im engaged to my bestfriend -_- hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I learnt about guyfriends. Be it 2am or 4am in the middle of the night/morning, they will ring you to check if you're alright. They know when something bothers you and they'll just take you out without having to think twice. They know what can cheer you up. They tend to judge you but you know that its the truth and plus hello, THEY'RE STILL THERE FOR YA! They cant take it when something hurts you really badly. They'll kidnap you when something fishy is gonna happen. They are ones who you SHOULD NEVER EVER drop cos life would hella suck without em! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Its been a while since i hung out with fee, fah and yun. I surely do miss them. I think we've all forgotten all the fun times we used to have back then. How we'd randomly talk about something and end up laughing like its just so funny when actually it isnt. When we would just drive all the way to the other side of the  world just to pick em up cos you know they can brighten up your day. I miss miss them &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I plan on hanging out with them as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I dont remember telling you about my newest friends in the family. I now have a blue, brown, green and a tiny pink monkey! :) I sleep with all of them without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; as for this particular person, you failed your test again! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Party in the house baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part about sleepovers are candid photos when you're dead =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxHoAKQGY3I/AAAAAAAADyY/ozUlvpt6LYs/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxHoAKQGY3I/AAAAAAAADyY/ozUlvpt6LYs/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409359716898202482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my darling feefifofum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxHn_-kIyqI/AAAAAAAADyQ/Ot3W28ovH30/s1600/IMG_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxHn_-kIyqI/AAAAAAAADyQ/Ot3W28ovH30/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409359713761020578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dont know how i couldve NOT hang out with these two. ayunthewhale &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxHn_S0cj0I/AAAAAAAADyI/H3BBKZoAQbk/s1600/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxHn_S0cj0I/AAAAAAAADyI/H3BBKZoAQbk/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409359702018264898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and payback for me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEE WHODEAN &amp;amp; AYUN IBRAHIM&lt;br /&gt;i've missed you girlies and it was great to have you babes sleeping over again.&lt;br /&gt;EFAH MAHRUB, MENDA DENNIS, TEN ABDULLAH&lt;br /&gt;i miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/678038018519563981-3571096719733050162?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3571096719733050162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3571096719733050162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3571096719733050162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-learn.html' title='What I learn.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SxHoAKQGY3I/AAAAAAAADyY/ozUlvpt6LYs/s72-c/IMG_1056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-530747727152726610</id><published>2009-11-15T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:29:26.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark sprite.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was a prettttyyy hectic day for me but a super fun one. Well before I get on to that, I just wanna say thank you to the barracuda reef crowd for supporting us. Congratulations barracudas!! :) and waves, i heart you too many! Oh and lastly, Reggie larry, welcome to the family! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka edot wanted me to model for a theme called fantasy sprites. She gave me 4 choices of sub themes but somehow I got a dark theme instead. Due to my obsession over black dresses. Went to pick Fee up at her place. Then we went to ka edots place. The stupid guard wouldnt let us in. He wanted my ic, license and kept asking questions. Bloody hell, thats not how to flirt with a woman! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ka edots place, I got to see baby zaira, who is like superrr cute. I want to babysit her. Fee wouldnt touch her. shes like baby phobic or something :P I remember when baby ryan ( ka mooeys baby) was playing with ka mooeys makeup. She was like " If you were my kid, id tie you up *with a big happy smile on her face* hahaha. My makeup went from not too goth, to messy, to panda, to GOTH. :) i likeee. ka edot sprayed myhair so i looked like dr frankenstein. hahaha. oh weeels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makeup thing took like 4 hours? and we only got to shoot for like an hour? oh  yeah before that, marul told us to follow his car. like he was gonna lead us to the place. We ended up following the wrong same looking car! hahaha. we got lost in rimbaa!! it was superrr funny. like we seriously didnt know where to go! oh well. But the shoot was fun. Instead of the sweet sweet happy me. I was the evil, scary, crazy mean girl :) but I LIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to scare ya'll with the picies!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-530747727152726610?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/530747727152726610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/dark-sprite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/530747727152726610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/530747727152726610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/dark-sprite.html' title='Dark sprite.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-4908184633232229200</id><published>2009-11-15T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:34:41.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SwAff7DVqSI/AAAAAAAADyA/Ofl9Fvl98BE/s1600-h/moonlight-maiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SwAff7DVqSI/AAAAAAAADyA/Ofl9Fvl98BE/s320/moonlight-maiden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404354186132695330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. You're my moonlight.&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/678038018519563981-4908184633232229200?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4908184633232229200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4908184633232229200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4908184633232229200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-stay.html' title='Please stay..'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SwAff7DVqSI/AAAAAAAADyA/Ofl9Fvl98BE/s72-c/moonlight-maiden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-5669822368235686132</id><published>2009-11-08T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:54:04.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY 19!! ♥ ♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SvdZynTepAI/AAAAAAAADx4/x87DwKCKqCU/s1600-h/IMG_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SvdZynTepAI/AAAAAAAADx4/x87DwKCKqCU/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401885004133213186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY 19 WAS THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just going to copy paste what i wrote on fb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went out for dinner with dobobutt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then..&lt;br /&gt;decided to stay over at her place for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Made a phone call before entering the house.&lt;br /&gt;Opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;the room was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there i saw ZEEM, BOON AND DOBO WITH A CAKE :))) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I LOVE YOU THREEE TO THE SUPERHEROES! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND NOT SURPRISE BUT CELEBRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year. I make it a tradition to celebrate my birthday at cits. without fail. except if cits is away but then we make up for a later bday party. &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;We had a girly margarita night out and as usual our late night sleeps. SHISHA and STROLLING DOWN MEMORY LANE ♥ &lt;/span&gt;TALKED FOR 3 HOURS NON STOP. then we watched vampire diaries. Cits made chocolate pudding &amp;amp; churos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRD SURPRISE WHEN I LEAST EXPECTED IT! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long day out, having dinner at capers. I went home. Seeing boons car and mikis car. and also zeems car. Not so surprised seeing that their always coming over.&lt;br /&gt;Walked into the house and into the living room. There was paul with a cake box, andy, mharielle, ishy, kristal, shannon, marsh, miki, zeem and boon!! :) W&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;ith lots of barbecued food on the table. The kids were hiding behind the sofas.&lt;br /&gt;They started singing happy birthday. so i walked towards my birthday cake. Just when the song was about to finish, Paul dropped the box. No cake. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;None the less, I hugged all my darling waves. &amp;amp; they started to sing, and there was miki with an actual cake :))) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;All night long we ate, played pictionary, had karaoke and laughed! :))&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MY DARLING WAVES FOR THROWING ME A SUPER AWESOME FUN BIRTHDAY PARTY WHEN I LEAST EXPECTED IT. YOU ALL ARE AH-MA-ZINGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not the least, thank you everybody for making my 19th the best of the best. Two surprises and 1 non surprise celebration. Im never ever going to forget everything that happened. Memories I will treasure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/678038018519563981-5669822368235686132?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5669822368235686132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5669822368235686132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5669822368235686132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-19.html' title='I LOVE MY 19!! ♥ ♥ ♥'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SvdZynTepAI/AAAAAAAADx4/x87DwKCKqCU/s72-c/IMG_0934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-4051909251229792367</id><published>2009-11-06T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:17:58.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19, 19, 19....</title><content type='html'>Karma decided to hit me on the same exact time eh? Well it doesnt suck as how i expected it to be though. Like a wise person once said, how you spend your birthday is how you're gonna spend your year of being however old you are. &amp;amp; i kinda like how i spent my last hours of 6/11 and the start of 7/11. I am not exactly 19 yet though. But still :) In a way 8/11 would still be my birthday. Birthdays last 24 hours. So.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is that its brunei.. We went to no place special.. BUT, what made it special was the people I was with. Cits, ka rabs, shashi, aufa, rirah. Then i bumped into faz, fauzi, wafiyM, mada, shaa, and mimi who sang me happy birthday super loudly at coffeebean. Everyone was singin. It was nice but still embarrasing. But thank you :) I guess its a sign, i'll have a good 19th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna break into the mall &amp;amp; go up to the 3rd floor &amp;amp;&amp;amp; run to the cinema area &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; STEAL THE KUNG FU PANDA STUFFY TOYY!!! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-4051909251229792367?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4051909251229792367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/19-19-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4051909251229792367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4051909251229792367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/19-19-19.html' title='19, 19, 19....'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3242316777419914633</id><published>2009-11-05T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:44:00.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma hits like a bitch.</title><content type='html'>So i turn 19 in like.. TOMORROW. I swear to god, time is flying super fast. I am looking forward to my birthday slumber party at cits tonight!! :) Im looking forward to spending my birthday with my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Im also in the mood of doing something before I turn 19,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3242316777419914633?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3242316777419914633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/karma-hits-like-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3242316777419914633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3242316777419914633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/karma-hits-like-bitch.html' title='Karma hits like a bitch.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3802318951911882480</id><published>2009-11-05T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:51:50.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ, RIP.</title><content type='html'>I am in SERIOUS need of going shopping for new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;They are all unbelivably tight and small on me -_-&lt;br /&gt;My eyes feel very heavy right now.&lt;br /&gt;But i need them to stay open cos i want to watch 90210.&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously inlove with my new mac lipstick :) i touch up all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. okay time to get to bed with my stuffed animals and watch 90210.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i just watched mj this is it. its awesome but i find it sad how if mj didnt die, there would be a crazy amazing concert by him!&lt;br /&gt;mj, rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY SLUMBER PARTY AT CITS TOMORROW!!!! XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn 19 in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be spending my birthday eve with ze cousins :)&lt;br /&gt;SML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3802318951911882480?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3802318951911882480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/mj-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3802318951911882480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3802318951911882480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/mj-rip.html' title='MJ, RIP.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6903796985709895945</id><published>2009-11-03T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:37:52.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINKKK MONKEYYYY</title><content type='html'>FINALLY, I FOUND MY PINK MONKEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;its not perfect tho but oh well. i still want a big one with long arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;Im still waiting for my highlighter!!! less than 2 weeks and yay.&lt;br /&gt;my coastal scents palette will arrive soon too. i cannot wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im having my birthday dinner in mata2 tomorrow with all the cuzzies :)&lt;br /&gt;okay im tired, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SML,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6903796985709895945?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6903796985709895945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/pinkkk-monkeyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6903796985709895945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6903796985709895945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/pinkkk-monkeyyyy.html' title='PINKKK MONKEYYYY'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3130438497502697905</id><published>2009-11-02T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:34:58.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>90210</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the hospital. Dobobutt woke me up at 7am. but my phone died on me, well more like on her. haha. but i managed to wake up anyways.  =) we went to the hospital to see abg apis, but he was in the surgery room already. I hope everything goes well, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that dobo and i went to the mall (yayy! -_-). i wanted to check aussino out. i found a few colorful bedcovers that i like but the lady in that store wont stop yapping!! like argh. &amp;amp; then we went around to check out a few bags. Im in need of a big bag where I can fit everything &amp;amp; I mean everything. Cos right now i've got this medium sized bag which is filled with like my phone, iPod, two wallets, receipts, coins, dollar notes, notepads, plastic bags, earrings, lipgloss, perfume, comb, yeah you get what i mean. Oh i also managed to get 90210 part 2. okay im kinda far back. but i love getting dvd packs :) perfect bday present. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wash my jeep. like inside out. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna run off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SML,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3130438497502697905?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3130438497502697905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/90210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3130438497502697905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3130438497502697905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/90210.html' title='90210'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-80699038828668679</id><published>2009-11-01T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:35:46.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets survey on surveys.</title><content type='html'>1. Name, please.&lt;br /&gt;- Smack My Lips, Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Approximate Age?&lt;br /&gt;- 19 in 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you happy in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- could be happier, but still grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you feel like anything is missing? If so, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;- peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you plan on being a musician/artist/writer?&lt;br /&gt;- not on my list, cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think you are artistic?&lt;br /&gt;- i wouldnt admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever tried hard drugs?&lt;br /&gt;- what a question. what the hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If so, have they changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;- seriously? cant you think of a better question to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What age would you like to die?&lt;br /&gt;- when i see your stupid face, thats when i would like to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you let your kids smoke weed?&lt;br /&gt;-again, whats with the drug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you an angry person?&lt;br /&gt;- I can be. okay maybe i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you laugh a lot, but don’t really mean it?&lt;br /&gt;- whenever I do, i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like to think you are popular?&lt;br /&gt;-Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Describe your most terrifying dream.&lt;br /&gt;- us WAVES messing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What band would you die to see live?&lt;br /&gt;- the spice girls! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How would you like to die?&lt;br /&gt;- okay im getting bored of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What’s your opinion on self-mutilation?&lt;br /&gt;- no opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe in capitalism?&lt;br /&gt;- okay there are like 100 more questions, congratulations, you have succeeded to bore me :)&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all other questions skipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age did you started to fall in love with the one you're with right now?&lt;br /&gt;- who said i've fallen in love? hahaha kidden. please ask a better question :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself Rich?&lt;br /&gt;- rich? id consider myself average and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a high school student or a college student?&lt;br /&gt;- college ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 8am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping zzZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many car(s) are there in your garage? Name all.&lt;br /&gt;- I cant be bothered. But I have a white Jeep Cherokee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good in giving people advice?&lt;br /&gt;- why dont you spend your time and ask them instead? I mean if i answered, It would mean that I'm full of myself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you usually spend everyday?&lt;br /&gt;- oh you dont want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name and after that spell it backwards.&lt;br /&gt;- IMAN = NAMI. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;- right now. im laughing at how stupid this survey is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- you mean was? hmm. i dont remember and dont feel like recalling either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;- Hallelujah - Kate voegele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one person who is very close to you right now.&lt;br /&gt;- Close physically or mentally? Well im alone, at least i think i am. Mentally, my bestfriend, Dobobutt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you share your problem with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- depends what and who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont want to go to school and I want to sleep and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play games?&lt;br /&gt;- Mind games :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What level are you taking right now?&lt;br /&gt;- read my mind and you shall know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents still together?&lt;br /&gt;- Fortunately no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on a desktop or a Laptop?&lt;br /&gt;- LAPTOP! but its so laggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;- little miss sleep and mr snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you get scolded?&lt;br /&gt;- how stupid of you to ask. okay, thats it. one stupid question and you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"other questions deleted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. surveys crack me up. but they are some shitless time management. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SML,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-80699038828668679?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/80699038828668679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-survey-on-surveys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/80699038828668679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/80699038828668679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-survey-on-surveys.html' title='Lets survey on surveys.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-2354461925029085135</id><published>2009-11-01T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:53:46.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY BESTFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Su5XnIl_ssI/AAAAAAAADxs/aoKZ7URtyCY/s1600-h/IMG00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Su5XnIl_ssI/AAAAAAAADxs/aoKZ7URtyCY/s320/IMG00083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349333097165506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Su5Xm2_vWnI/AAAAAAAADxk/KJyRWBpUBX0/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Su5Xm2_vWnI/AAAAAAAADxk/KJyRWBpUBX0/s320/IMG_4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349328373308018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHES SUPER COOL.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A COOLBESTFRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;SML.&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/678038018519563981-2354461925029085135?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/2354461925029085135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-my-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2354461925029085135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2354461925029085135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-my-bestfriend.html' title='I MISS MY BESTFRIEND'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/Su5XnIl_ssI/AAAAAAAADxs/aoKZ7URtyCY/s72-c/IMG00083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-5132085011323969559</id><published>2009-11-01T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:35:05.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute nightmare!</title><content type='html'>Morning people. So today marks the 6th day before i turn 19. I basically have 6 days to live my 18 before i become a year older. My oh my. I dont really have anything to blog about except this one dream i had last night that I dont mind sharing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day of the game. Somehow marsh and I ended up in another fight. Kristal bailed out cos she said her leotard was tight. Mharielle walked away too. Shan and Win were crying. So I had to just cool off someplace else. Then they started to call our name which meant that it was time for us to perform. So I went back to the dressing room finding everyone in their blue tshirts instead of costumes. Marsh still in her bra putting on makeup. The little girls dancing around and about. We even forgot what song we were gonna perform to. Then we all went outside and marsh and bils did a roundoff. But somehow, it only managed to go up to one leg and down. MAJOR FAILURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it was just a dream. I think its a sign telling us that we need to like be more serious during practices. Especially after last night, it was just 30 mins of dancing then watching paranormal activity. which was unbelievably boring i must say. but we didnt get to watch it til the end. so we shall see later on. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start getting ready for school now. So til then. Hope you people love the new background. cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-5132085011323969559?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5132085011323969559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/absolute-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5132085011323969559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5132085011323969559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/absolute-nightmare.html' title='Absolute nightmare!'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-5120310481202628976</id><published>2009-11-01T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:22:19.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serasa drivethrough</title><content type='html'>hi everyone. so, the barracudas game yesterday got cancelled due to a typhoon somewhere in manila. so mom came back last night. hansel, skimo and i went to gadong to get some cake and coffee. yesterday just happened to be halloween. i was surprised that loadsa people actually dressed up in costumes in gadong. its gotta be the first time ever that such thing happened. i must say it was super entertaining. but what was more entertaining was my coffee. havent had coffee in ages, so yeah. plus i was craving for cheesecake from cb. yumm. then we went to pick mommy up at the airport. she brought back home 2 boxes of ensymadas. i'm feeling of heating up one soon ;) oh yeah i also went to get dvds. as usual, i got a series one. i got mind your language cos mine wer vcds and it wasnt so clear. my next aim is to get gossip girl season 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hansel and i went off to serasa today. planned on checking out some stuff but somehow we just couldnt find it. instead we saw really cute bunnies. apparently their from belgium was it? there was this one little bunny that was whie but had black fur around its eyes. sooo adorable! ahahahah. but i think i have enough rabbits (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i cannot wait for my lippie from miki who got it all the way from kk :P hahahaha. til then, im gonna go watch more dvds with hansel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day folks!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-5120310481202628976?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5120310481202628976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/serasa-drivethrough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5120310481202628976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5120310481202628976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/11/serasa-drivethrough.html' title='serasa drivethrough'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6538816309017927510</id><published>2009-10-30T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:25:22.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyver.</title><content type='html'>Friday night ins. I was suppose to go to school this morning for some talk on mind management. But later on i found out that it was a workshop instead. i can't believe i skipped it. oh well. i had fun lying in bed and watching tutorials. I am currently obsessed with watching make up tutorials and anything to do with fashion. I am still on that urge of wanting to redo my room. I havent gotten around to doing that yet. Since cheerleading practices goes on in my room so no use of doing this and that when in the end i'll be shifting everything to the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my friday morning watching gossip girl season 3 with the boyfriend. We had pasta with 2 layers of cheese (well mine was 2 :P) we practically just spent the entire day watching videos on the internet and surfing the net. Pretty jobless but it was good cos it didnt require any of my energy. so i was a lazy ass. Like a friend calls me, a skyver. skipped a talk and stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pink monkey with long arms and legs. I also can't wait for my eye shadow palletes which the boyfriend helped me order online. Thanks a bunch honey! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, we spent 70+ on toiletries. unbelievable! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, arrivaderchi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6538816309017927510?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6538816309017927510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/skyver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6538816309017927510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6538816309017927510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/skyver.html' title='Skyver.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-8047512942890453756</id><published>2009-10-29T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:14:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by blair =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Where were you 3 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;- no one i hope. i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you in love with?&lt;br /&gt;- lessee. i love my rabbits and hamsters. i love my family and friends. i love my bestfriend the most. oh wait, my boyfriend too. i forgot :P (kidden just wanted to tease you babe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten a crayon?&lt;br /&gt;dear god i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;br /&gt;my laptop, my undies, my bra, my notebook. what can i say, i love PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. went to qlap mall with hansel cos i wanted to check shop at sarahs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;no. i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have a car worth over $2,000?&lt;br /&gt;haha what car costs 2000? and to answer that question, i think everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you drove out of town?&lt;br /&gt;to tutong? hari raya. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;no i havent. planning to watch the mj thing next week if there are still seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hot?&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling pretty hot. stupid weather. too sunny. but i bet it will rain soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;i havent drank anything. but last night was some lychee spritzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;tshirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?&lt;br /&gt;i wash my own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last food that you ate?&lt;br /&gt;i had chicken and tuna cheese toast last night. it was yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last week at this time?&lt;br /&gt;probably still in bed snoring away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;yes i have. i like to shop for clothes whether window shopping, online shopping or grabbing from sales (: its just fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you ran?&lt;br /&gt;probably during the basketball game like around the court. i dont run that much. i dont have that much of a stamina to do those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;barracudas basketball (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;i love rabbits. always have. i love furry animals. but i love unicorns too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;i would really love to go to korea. its just something fascinating about that country. okay cut the crap. i wanna see the hot lads there like in dramas. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person's house you were in?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i would have to say my bestfriends house. which was last week. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;i was in dance class. and we were all on the urge of trying to do the splits. well the instructor told us to. somehow the instructor went to me and tried to push me down. and i end up having my parts torn. i couldnt move. couldnt walk for a week. until now i cant do my ronde de jambe's or splits or having my leg up high and straight :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes i have. twice. im not gonna bother ranting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss anyone in particular. but i do miss alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last play you saw?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha in brunei. no ideaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;as usual. cheerleading practice. WHEE =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next trip you are going to take?&lt;br /&gt;to kk with the bestfriend and her family. thats if i dont have any exams then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever go to camp?&lt;br /&gt;i havent. i dont plan on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you an honor roll student in school?&lt;br /&gt;i clearly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to know about the future?&lt;br /&gt;lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;br /&gt;sunflower by generics (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you due sometime this year for a doctor's visit?&lt;br /&gt;i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;she just finished an exam and is prolly at home studying some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;not so good. the exam didnt really go well. but i know she can do it (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;im tanned enough thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;my rabbits drinking from the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;i used to collect candles. was so obsessed with them. but dad didnt notice. then i started to collect plushie toys, mainly teddy bears from different countries cos mom went with dad everywhere on business trips. right now, i collect makeup and im trying to collect pretty perfume bottles soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the biggest gossiper you know?&lt;br /&gt;id have to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?&lt;br /&gt;for a roadblock. it was just to see if i had someone in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?&lt;br /&gt;i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;a message from grandma asking what i want from phils. i seriously dont know what they sell there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you took a shower?&lt;br /&gt;last night. but i'll take one in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you someone's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;what a weird question. yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you rich?&lt;br /&gt;how would you define rich. i think im just average. i have enough of everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;farming (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8047512942890453756?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8047512942890453756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/tagged-by-blair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8047512942890453756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8047512942890453756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/tagged-by-blair.html' title='Tagged by blair =)'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-4964551252997595051</id><published>2009-10-28T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:16:34.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Shaka Laka!</title><content type='html'>hello you!yes you the person who is reading this now :) iman's blog.this is not iman HAHA sorry. I decided to hijack her blog and write a little something something here because i love iman so much,(mmhmm..i'm just bored i dont feel like studying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iman i'm bored.do you remember the time we discovered something under somewhere ;) and ofcourse or famous couture makeup.we're gonna have more sessions of that soon. i know i haven't been there and around as much as i was back then but you and i both know why and thank you so much for being the weird loser person you are for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this from lelove about love of a bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SuhDOSGR7nI/AAAAAAAADxQ/DOfB4GZkpxM/s1600-h/xf9raf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SuhDOSGR7nI/AAAAAAAADxQ/DOfB4GZkpxM/s320/xf9raf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397638066058948210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      "It’s unique and so important to have. It’s more than just affection for someone; it’s a deep underlying connection. The comfort of knowing you can tell them everything, and not have worry about being judged. The first person you tell when something exciting happens, or when something scary happens. The person you turn to when you need to vent. The person you can laugh at because they will just laugh back at you. The person you need to tell things to so your brain doesn’t explode. The person who can make you feel better when you’re having a tough day, the one you turn to for advice. . The person you can have full conversations with by merely exchanging glances. And maybe most importantly, the one you tell &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; your secrets to, especially boy secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me they thought it was creepy how my best friends and I said “I love you” to each other often. I told them: I think when you love someone; you can’t help but sound at least a little creepy. Love is love. No matter if it’s for your Mom, your cat, a boy, or your best friend. And when you are lucky enough to have people to love, and be loved, you need to let them know how thankful you are for that, and how much you love them back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not agree more.so through all the things we've been through i'd still rather be there for you than for anyone else cause they're just not that worthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and rid says&lt;br /&gt;                              sneaks says:&lt;br /&gt;                              *get ready to get your dance on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ you know you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-4964551252997595051?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4964551252997595051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/boom-shaka-laka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4964551252997595051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4964551252997595051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/boom-shaka-laka.html' title='Boom Shaka Laka!'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SuhDOSGR7nI/AAAAAAAADxQ/DOfB4GZkpxM/s72-c/xf9raf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7350198664275888184</id><published>2009-10-26T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:25:22.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheerleaders shmearleeders.</title><content type='html'>typical cheerleaders are suppose to be half naked on stage or the court. prancing around the court in those mini skirts where you can practically see their asses or their spankies. Its like sending an invitation to all the deprived lads into your spanks. PA-THE-TIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean to offend any cheerleader out there in skirts. you see unlike you guys, brunei clearly has a rule of being fully covered when we perform. showing our arms and legs is fine but the elbow and knees are the ultimate limit. nothing pass that. unfortunately some people living in brunei dont get that concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not afraid of blogging about this cos that person has clearly offended my team and ofcourse myself. I dont tollerate stupidity. infact, i have 0% tollerance for stupidity. the reason im blogging about this is because some deprived lads arent happy with how us cheerleaders are covered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON A&lt;br /&gt;- the cheerleaders are not sexy, and their too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well person A, define to me what sexy really is? does sexy only apply to shaking our ass in tight mini skirts? lets see, did you fail in highschool or maybe you didnt get educated properly? well welcome to brunei, where all you can get are girls in tight but fully covered clothes. we're all thankful enough that we get to wear fitted outfits. cos if not we wouldve been in baggy pants and baggy tshirts. SO BE THANKFUL. and to conclude on that whole sexy bit. i think sexy is all about being confident and knowing how to move at the right time and place :)&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the "too young" part. its either those young girls or my granny up there shakin her thang. and tell me, where can you find young girls who can dance as good as they can. who is brave enough to get tossed up in the air. who can learn hardcore choreography in less than a week for 2 hours a day only. think about that. then you can show your ass and complain about how young they are, WITH YOUR OWN SET OF CHEERLEADERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON B&lt;br /&gt;- you shouldnt wear those black tights, they dont look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"another deprived lad i see eh? are you really that desporado to look underneath our skirts! like mom quoted " if you wanna see some spankies, GET OUT OF THIS COUNTRY AND MOVE TO ANOTHER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PEOPLE CAN BE SO FUCKING STUPID, ITS JUST UNBELIEVABLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT YOU GET. ONE MORE TIME YOU COMPLAIN, WE'LL BE IN OUR JUBAHS DANCING WITH PRIDE! :)&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/678038018519563981-7350198664275888184?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7350198664275888184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheerleaders-shmearleeders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7350198664275888184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7350198664275888184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheerleaders-shmearleeders.html' title='cheerleaders shmearleeders.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3703935526536883037</id><published>2009-10-25T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:49:37.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is sexy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i turn nineteen in exactly 13 days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, mommas gonna be all the way in jakarta for the barracudas game :( all i want to happen on my birthday is the usuals. Lunch with the bestfriend. Dinner with the boyfriend. Sleepover at cits with the cousins. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year i tend to get myself a birthday present. Yes, how sad. haha. nah. i enjoy giving presents to myself. lol. Last year i got myself a pink hairdryer. which is still super alive and awesome to use =) its something i can NEVER live without. This year im planning on getting myself a MAC satin peachstock lipstick and that moon highlighter from banila co. :) credits to miki for her excellente taste in makeup &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. its been awhile since i last updated this thing. ive been super busy handling the cheerleading squad for barracudas. so far two games down. first game, we lost by 3 points. and second, lost by 2 points. but people, please dont give up on the brunei barracudas. we gotta keep motivating them. keep our beliefs in them. cheer for them. who knows one day, they might just reach the finals :) GO BARRACUDAS. GO GO BARRACUDAS!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sending my applications in for uni next week. ive got to settle everything before its too late. i just hope everything goes well. im ready for a fresh new start but im not even a little close to being ready to leave everyone especially my bestfriend and boyfriend. its gonna be hard. people always leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my yasra gang. like i seriously do. i miss having roti kosong and teh c special with them. normally every friday mornings, i'll be getting misscalls and texts at 6.30am to have breakfast at yasra. and now.. silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than them, i miss ridoes, jimmychoos, fish and chips too :( i rarely get to speak to jimmychoos. shes super busy. as for ridoes, we only click on each other, laugh and thats all. i talk to fish more than any of them. but chips super duper rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope yunmentenfeefah are doing well with their exams. study smart and hard girls. you all can do it for sure. just dont lose faith in yourself and dont get distracted by facebook too much. haha. we'll have a long coffee day once everyones done with their exams okay? :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatelseeee. i love the WAVES group. their awesome. who cares if wer all fully covered and if we're young and have boys. find yourself a group of cheerleaders and bring it on. sorry, this post is only for this one specific person who wants sexy and not young cheerleaders. i think he wants our grannies to dance -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arivadechi people.&lt;br /&gt;19 in 13.&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/678038018519563981-3703935526536883037?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3703935526536883037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3703935526536883037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3703935526536883037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-sexy.html' title='what is sexy?'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6937201886982842336</id><published>2009-09-28T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:24:56.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my face needs a break FROM MAKEUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my feet needs a break FROM HEELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painn. torture. what are the odds of being a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6937201886982842336?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6937201886982842336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-face-needs-break-from-makeup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6937201886982842336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6937201886982842336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-face-needs-break-from-makeup.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-5490327418111615570</id><published>2009-09-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:27:05.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im still up at 3.16am. I can't sleep. So far, cheerleading practice is going well. thanks to my babygirl leah for helping out. she'll be leaving on sunday for miri. boohoo. but she'll be back in 2 weeks. i need to seriously get EVERYTHING sorted out. its so hectic i tell you. Miki, Marsh and i are planning on twitching our bedrooms a lil. hahaha. anyways. i shall leave you with pictures to show you how my raya went. I must say tho, i dont really feel the raya vibe but um my tummy does. LOL. i'm just glad that its not as hectic as last time. its more chillaxed. But the best part is that i get to go rayaing with my boyfriend :) i know its not a big deal to most of you. but it is to me. normally i only go visiting with my family. but now i get to visit with the bestfriend and ze boyfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy internet is super slow so i'll upload pics tomorrow or something okay?&lt;br /&gt;tooodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-5490327418111615570?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5490327418111615570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-up-at-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5490327418111615570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5490327418111615570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-up-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3838350004960481166</id><published>2009-09-20T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:07:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya at last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish you a Merry christmas&lt;br /&gt;(oh crap, wrong celebration :P)&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING! andyways..&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya,&lt;br /&gt;Salam Aidilfitri,&lt;br /&gt;Salam Lebaran,&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reached to the time of the month where we should try and open up our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to forget the mistakes of other people,&lt;br /&gt;and forgive them sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;So to those who have done or said poo to me,&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;Then if next year you say and do poo to me,&lt;br /&gt;Wait til the next raya then I'll forgive you again,&lt;br /&gt;Thats, only if you're worth it *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanywayys,&lt;br /&gt;dont forget to collect those little green/purple/gold packets :)&lt;br /&gt;eventho you're tall BUT STILL 18.&lt;br /&gt;(hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;hehe. eat lots of food to make up for all that loss of food during the month of ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;try all sorts of different kuihs too. (as for me, im gonna munch all nini usus kuih in tutong!!!)&lt;br /&gt;and take LOTS &amp;amp; LOTS of pictures!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dress up pretty pretty.&lt;br /&gt;colorful dresses.&lt;br /&gt;a bit of blush and eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;not too much makeup please.&lt;br /&gt;and have a smashing raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh and i'd also like to take this opportunity&lt;br /&gt;.......to apologise for sleeping with your boyfriends behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; For turning your girlfriends into lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;HA. I JOKE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA PEOPLE!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Iman Azma (:&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/678038018519563981-3838350004960481166?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3838350004960481166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3838350004960481166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3838350004960481166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-at-last.html' title='Raya at last.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-8760152877986160892</id><published>2009-09-18T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:52:13.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its about time to update the blog!</title><content type='html'>.... i love farhan azama..&lt;br /&gt;okay bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s ive updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8760152877986160892?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8760152877986160892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-about-time-to-update-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8760152877986160892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8760152877986160892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-about-time-to-update-blog.html' title='its about time to update the blog!'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-277315274152162506</id><published>2009-09-15T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:04:46.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashraf Zaidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little man here just left for scotland at 8pm last night.&lt;br /&gt;One from the yasra group has left sadly.&lt;br /&gt;and soon another one is gonna leave too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bro. all the best in scots. take pictures of you dancing in a kilt/skirt okay?&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss you hell lots. our crazy times in yasra. at rids place. at my place. and everywhere else. oh and at that spot near JIS where we chill under the trees. hahahaha. Study hard orite? dont party too much. keep me updated through msn ority o?&lt;br /&gt;attack of yasra is a must when you get back to brutown.&lt;br /&gt;love ya bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq9fAJAF5aI/AAAAAAAADwg/5DE1agcz5Uo/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq9fAJAF5aI/AAAAAAAADwg/5DE1agcz5Uo/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381624535751976354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq9fA3OKeUI/AAAAAAAADww/80U56IPsg1c/s1600-h/n762653922_2077640_5788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq9fA3OKeUI/AAAAAAAADww/80U56IPsg1c/s320/n762653922_2077640_5788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381624548159027522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq9fAiPXnUI/AAAAAAAADwo/Vr58rGDQqBM/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq9fAiPXnUI/AAAAAAAADwo/Vr58rGDQqBM/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381624542526938434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hugs xoxo&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/678038018519563981-277315274152162506?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/277315274152162506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/ashraf-zaidi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/277315274152162506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/277315274152162506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/ashraf-zaidi.html' title='Ashraf Zaidi'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq9fAJAF5aI/AAAAAAAADwg/5DE1agcz5Uo/s72-c/IMG_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-2368089808803230776</id><published>2009-09-14T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:48:36.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAD THE GREATEST TIME WITH YOU DARLING! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq61NDW2J9I/AAAAAAAADwQ/FS2CWzV3crw/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq61NDW2J9I/AAAAAAAADwQ/FS2CWzV3crw/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381437840598378450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq61MGLRQfI/AAAAAAAADwA/6ZJEaGNYBic/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq61MGLRQfI/AAAAAAAADwA/6ZJEaGNYBic/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381437824175260146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq61Lowp7_I/AAAAAAAADv4/Q-hlAe_B7nc/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq61Lowp7_I/AAAAAAAADv4/Q-hlAe_B7nc/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381437816279003122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ITS SAHORRR TIME&lt;br /&gt;darn it. as usual every year. i dont get to puasa on the first &amp;amp; last days of puasa-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sX2NiaII/AAAAAAAADvQ/fMfpBSQJ05E/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sX2NiaII/AAAAAAAADvQ/fMfpBSQJ05E/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428130443585666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sY1lD01I/AAAAAAAADvg/G2DRsrbb9o0/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sY1lD01I/AAAAAAAADvg/G2DRsrbb9o0/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428147453678418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sYaJCJJI/AAAAAAAADvY/MFyiY7u8f84/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sYaJCJJI/AAAAAAAADvY/MFyiY7u8f84/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428140088370322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT WE SPOTTED?&lt;br /&gt;what seems to be the anak bulan?&lt;br /&gt;does it mean their gonna easily spot the baby moon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sZcXgv6I/AAAAAAAADvo/mR1BCnahPTA/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sZcXgv6I/AAAAAAAADvo/mR1BCnahPTA/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428157865836450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sZ2jirSI/AAAAAAAADvw/AbluP1roF3I/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq6sZ2jirSI/AAAAAAAADvw/AbluP1roF3I/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428164895616290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BLOSSOM DID A GOOD JOB MAKING THE MOON LOOK BEAUTIFUL :)&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/678038018519563981-2368089808803230776?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/2368089808803230776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2368089808803230776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2368089808803230776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-moon.html' title='baby moon'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq61NDW2J9I/AAAAAAAADwQ/FS2CWzV3crw/s72-c/IMG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7776585143743971827</id><published>2009-09-13T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:13:07.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One show i guarantee we won't get bored of. even after 100 times watching it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq0vr3mJj6I/AAAAAAAADvI/0T7eXYFotGQ/s1600-h/388630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq0vr3mJj6I/AAAAAAAADvI/0T7eXYFotGQ/s320/388630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381009560482451362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq0vrassi1I/AAAAAAAADvA/V28QO5iWIhM/s1600-h/Friends-tv-show-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq0vrassi1I/AAAAAAAADvA/V28QO5iWIhM/s320/Friends-tv-show-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381009552725281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0410070"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001435/"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Right after playing a song in the coffee shop &lt;/i&gt;] If you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001710/"&gt;Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;receiving his Christmas gift&lt;/i&gt;] You got me a cola drink. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: And a LEMON LIME. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001710/"&gt;Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You shouldn't have. I feel like I should get you another sweater. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: And last but not least. &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Monica receives her gift&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: They're RIBBED FOR YOUR PLEASURE.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0410078"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Wha... married? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001710/"&gt;Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, yeah, I think we should get married! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What? Because that's your answer to everything?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0410079"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001710/"&gt;Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh. *Oh*. Thank God, most women don't even feel them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Okay, no uterus, no opinion.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0410084"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001073/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You don't like the game, because you suck at it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I don't suck at it. It sucks. And you suck.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0410093"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Can you take care of Emma just for today? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001710/"&gt;Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Sure, just lend me your breasts and we'll be on our way.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0410121"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Reporter&lt;/b&gt;: I like that. what's your name? &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;pointing tape recorder at Pheobe&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001435/"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Pheobe. That's, P, as in Phoebe, H, as in heobe, O as in oebe, E, as in ebe, B, as in bebe, and E as in... Ello there mate.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Joey just got ordained via the internet so that he could perform Monica and Chandler's wedding&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, I started working on what I'm going to say at the ceremony. Wanna hear it? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001073/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: We are gathered here today on this joyous occasion to celebrate the special love that Monica and Chandler share. &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Monica and Chandler look impressed&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It is a love based of giving and receiving as well as having and sharing. And the love that they give and have is shared and received. And through this having and giving and sharing and receiving, we too can share and love and have... and receive.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;later&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Okay, you guys, I've got a little more written... are you ready? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, yeah. Okay. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: When I think of the love that these two givers and receivers share, I cannot help but envy the lifetime ahead of having and loving and giving... and then I can't think of a good word for right here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001073/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: How bout receiving? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0410200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001710/"&gt;Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'm sorry your husband cheated on you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'm sorry your wife is gay&lt;br /&gt;_________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001073/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Rachel, you have to find Chandler's dad. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, what does he look like? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001073/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: He's the man in the black dress. Hurry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Ok...&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Rachel approaches a woman, who she thinks is Chandler's dad&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Hi, I'm Rachel. And you are? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Woman&lt;/b&gt;: Amanda. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh... I get it. A-man-duh.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLLLLYY HILAAAARIOUUS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/678038018519563981-7776585143743971827?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7776585143743971827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-show-i-guarantee-we-wont-get-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7776585143743971827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7776585143743971827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-show-i-guarantee-we-wont-get-bored.html' title='One show i guarantee we won&apos;t get bored of. even after 100 times watching it.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sq0vr3mJj6I/AAAAAAAADvI/0T7eXYFotGQ/s72-c/388630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-6976834176556151649</id><published>2009-09-12T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:38:25.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEET MY NEW BABY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;Jojo&lt;/s&gt; Blossom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[edited : due to a certain circumstance where i told a friend that i named my baby jojo. he said that it reminded him of powerpuff girls. i argued and said the pink one is blossom. then he said, MOJO JOJO. i think he is ugly, so i decided to change her name to BLOSSOM =) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i was planning on getting the E1 but tok didn't think it was worth it eventhough it was cheap. the quality wasnt as wow as this one. so yeah. i'm just happy i now have a camera. so i can freeze any memory i want! =) i'll be taking lots and lots of pictures of not myself but everyone else=0)&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, big thanks to tok for this awesome camera.&lt;br /&gt;love you lots tok.&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqvWtKOGPSI/AAAAAAAADug/vTXhxT-IzVc/s1600-h/b179420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqvWtKOGPSI/AAAAAAAADug/vTXhxT-IzVc/s320/b179420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380630251150130466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week left to raya.&lt;br /&gt;7 days to raya.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;oh well. 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/678038018519563981-6976834176556151649?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6976834176556151649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-jo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6976834176556151649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6976834176556151649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-jo.html' title='Blossom'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqvWtKOGPSI/AAAAAAAADug/vTXhxT-IzVc/s72-c/b179420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-5584968923379870895</id><published>2009-09-11T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:31:31.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink, white or blue?</title><content type='html'>I had a little talk with tok during sahur about me wanting to get a new camera. He's agreed to it. so i began my little journey on the search of the perfect camera. no i'm not planning on getting an slr. im no pro. i just want pics to like freeze the memories. cos im sick of the problems that my pentax was causing. especially during really important times where i wanted to like take good pics so i can print them or like post them. but oh well. i've already decide which camera i want to get. but now the only decision i have to make is the color -_- they all look so goood. if only they were 20 bucks each. i'd get the whole color collection. haha. dream on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'd like to give a special thanks to zimo for helping me make up my mind. haha. i dont know jill about cameras so yeah. rid wasnt around. short if you're reading this, you suck (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 7.25am and i am still up. i was watching hot chick. i think every single sentence in it is like messed up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span class="fine"&gt;afterKeecia's Korean mother calls her daughter Ling-Ling in front of her classmates&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005255/"&gt;Sissy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0610298/"&gt;Venetia&lt;/a&gt;: "Ling-Ling"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0610298/"&gt;Venetia&lt;/a&gt;: Can somebody answer the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005255/"&gt;Sissy&lt;/a&gt;: Oh dang, that's messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqrdnnJEKgI/AAAAAAAADuY/lWcJi6Kgd1E/s1600-h/tamera_mowry3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqrdnnJEKgI/AAAAAAAADuY/lWcJi6Kgd1E/s320/tamera_mowry3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380356377439119874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that movie cracks me up. la-dee-daaa. i love scarves. okay bye!&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/678038018519563981-5584968923379870895?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5584968923379870895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/pink-white-or-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5584968923379870895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;something i learnt in law yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law is an ASSume&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know the laws.&lt;br /&gt;you will make an ASS out of U and ME&lt;br /&gt;hence the word, ASSUME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i am almost there to being able to get the camera i wanted :)&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;kak alia, remember the camera i wanted to get in kl that time? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the klfamily.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the sporefamily too.&lt;br /&gt;i miss babu and the panat5.&lt;br /&gt;im going to miss the yasra gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just found out that i have a new addiction..&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/678038018519563981-7519516990281489760?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7975242510684237111</id><published>2009-09-09T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:09:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet bobo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqgYmJujRMI/AAAAAAAADuQ/qjwufkyNpGs/s1600-h/n833745440_6264734_1444020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqgYmJujRMI/AAAAAAAADuQ/qjwufkyNpGs/s320/n833745440_6264734_1444020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379576798619321538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since this little girl did a post-ish about me-ish&lt;br /&gt;i'ma do one in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(3:09) Fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: NO WONDER!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;can i spoil your love moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;what comes after [CENSORED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS INSIDE JOKE MADE ME LAUGH SOOO MUCH TIL I FELL OFF MY BED &amp;amp; RIGHT ONTOP OF SKIMOS -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; from now on, your name is bobo (:&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/678038018519563981-7975242510684237111?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;status&lt;/span&gt; : in a relationship with farhan azama&lt;br /&gt;kirai2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqfpZZN8xNI/AAAAAAAADuI/J4vKoJOJ3q4/s1600-h/4496_119536481424_635221424_3161373_3022465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqfpZZN8xNI/AAAAAAAADuI/J4vKoJOJ3q4/s320/4496_119536481424_635221424_3161373_3022465_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379524902392743122" 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/678038018519563981-2593233971581296115?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqfpZZN8xNI/AAAAAAAADuI/J4vKoJOJ3q4/s72-c/4496_119536481424_635221424_3161373_3022465_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-1163869077749494832</id><published>2009-09-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:11:14.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambo not dead BUT gone.</title><content type='html'>So there's this guy right. he's like totally disappeared to god knows where. theres like simply no sign of him at all. i dont even hear his name being mentioned. i dont even see his butt in my face anymore. no more calls at night asking to want to come over. no more calls at night for night run of cheap sushi at excapade. no brotherly advices coming into my ears. its like so weird to not see you around anymore. i mean among everyone, ive known you the longest. guy who wont stop drawing on my arms back in maths class. my partner in crime along with aquila to bully mr frijihowyouspeltit. guy who opens up my bag and steals my munchies to eat in maths class. i have like no idea or no clue where he really is. school starts like the day after tomorrow. so where the hell are you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZAMBOOO!! NEEZAM APANDIII-OOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqbFosqVyoI/AAAAAAAADuA/Fu5ltcq1lho/s1600-h/6056_1180079216064_1050687544_30550861_3202905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqbFosqVyoI/AAAAAAAADuA/Fu5ltcq1lho/s320/6056_1180079216064_1050687544_30550861_3202905_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379204107914824322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqbFoDpQkuI/AAAAAAAADt4/iE-jRkjd7Nw/s1600-h/n762653922_2109754_7134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqbFoDpQkuI/AAAAAAAADt4/iE-jRkjd7Nw/s320/n762653922_2109754_7134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379204096904434402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqbFn8FQQNI/AAAAAAAADtw/fNtu07lpi0k/s1600-h/n762653922_2179298_6992701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqbFn8FQQNI/AAAAAAAADtw/fNtu07lpi0k/s320/n762653922_2179298_6992701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379204094874370258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss you lots brother!&lt;br /&gt;come back soon and invade my bloody house again please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hope you are doing fine zambo xx&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/678038018519563981-1163869077749494832?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/1163869077749494832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-so-theres-this-guy-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1163869077749494832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1163869077749494832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-so-theres-this-guy-right.html' title='Zambo not dead BUT gone.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SqbFosqVyoI/AAAAAAAADuA/Fu5ltcq1lho/s72-c/6056_1180079216064_1050687544_30550861_3202905_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-1507766221098736600</id><published>2009-09-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:32:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a brief explanation on my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no that is not referring to hansel. hahaha. hell no. its someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanywaaayys... hansel and pocoyo, thanks for being there for me and helping me out thru the hard times and thru all the troubles i am facing right now. i know that once i fall i can definitely rely on the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you both lots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-1507766221098736600?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/1507766221098736600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-brief-explanation-on-my-previous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1507766221098736600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1507766221098736600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-brief-explanation-on-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-8380783411825040336</id><published>2009-09-06T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:35:03.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;i wish you stabbed me with a knife rather than make me suffer like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8380783411825040336?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-8372876300338014653</id><published>2009-09-04T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:04:17.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my boredom has caused me to do quite a few silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) expand my farm in farmville.&lt;br /&gt;2) arrange the trees and animals in the farm.&lt;br /&gt;3) set personal ringtones for my contacts (real evil ones too :P)&lt;br /&gt;4) clean my room&lt;br /&gt;5) send farmville gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM HUNGRY. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8372876300338014653?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-143316586617426067</id><published>2009-09-02T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:36:47.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;before i begin to ramble on the things that are bursting through my head.. i shall make a clear statement that i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not referring this to anybody in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. read my lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT REFERRING TO ANYONE OF YOU READING THIS OR YOU WHO WILL HEAR FROM THE PERSON READING THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM JUST ANGRY TONIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so you are free to move your cursor to the right of your screen and click the red icon with the x on it. and no you are not, i repeat not allowed to give your judgement on this post. this is my blog and i am free to say WHATEVER SHIT I WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPRENDE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets begin..&lt;br /&gt;lets start with item A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what are they? who would you classify as a model? who has the right to call themselves a model? what? just cos you've been posing infront of a camera on a random day, you label yourself a model? -_- its like seriuly everyone is doing photoshoots. everyone is a model. modeling doesnt mean anything anymore. its just a typical hobby everyone wants to do. im not trying to be a hypocrite. well in a way i am. but im sorry, i cant control what goes on in my head. theres no remote or controller i can use to change or twitch things around. i mean yeah sometimes i open up the albums and go "hey thats nice." "wow, she has a really unique look". and most times its like, "ugh typical" "they actually posted it in public!" "what on earth is she trying to do?!" its just driving me up the wall. dont ask me why it affects me cos i have no idea why myself. its their life but ish makes me want to like deactivate my bloody facebook. but then it means i wont get to play my games. oh god. this is so sick. bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for this bit. yes im referring to someone..&lt;br /&gt;"all i see on your pictures are the words C-H-E-A-P!"&lt;br /&gt;" girl, you've got birds flying around you going cheap cheap cheap"&lt;br /&gt;"your pictures are like an invitation that says 'come fuck me and dont call me tomorrow'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another point im gonna say out is&lt;br /&gt;"doesnt mean if you have an slr you're classified as a "photographer"&lt;br /&gt;oh and i dont mean those real photogs with cool equip. im talking abt simple people who has a simple small tech in their hand. takes a picture of a girl in a dress behind an empty wall and say, im a photographer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more thing, nudity is a BIG FAT NO. half naked too!&lt;br /&gt;its brunei for god fuck sakes. stop living in your whiteworld!&lt;br /&gt;snap back to reality!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;im going to be nice and APOLOGIZE to anyone who feels offended even when i specifically said NOT TO. its just my hormones playing with my mind. so no offence people. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE, I WISH I RAN YOU OVER! but then second thoughts, my bug is too precious for your sleazy ass! nu-uh not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im mean i know.&lt;br /&gt;but hey sometimes, you just gotta crack.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes you need to respect the fact that its their blog, their say, their life.&lt;br /&gt;so fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beneath all that,&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders and queerleaders, well done. you are doing really well. keep up with the good work. boys eat something to make your shoulders strong. cos we're gonna step on you and that might cause you bruises. girls sharpen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hans, i miss spending time with you. no no, i miss you. i love you so much for supporting me throughout this whole dancing thing. for being super understanding with me being super busy all the time. you've gotta be the most patient guy ever. i'll make it up to you tomorrow. we'll have a blast orite? i love you hansel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signed, angry emo girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-143316586617426067?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/143316586617426067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-i-begin-to-ramble-on-things-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/143316586617426067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/143316586617426067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-i-begin-to-ramble-on-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-8923078499455679634</id><published>2009-09-01T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:05:08.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY SAYANG CAME TO CHEERLEADING PRACTICE TO SURPRISE ME TODAAAAY :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god i thought he was moody cos he didnt sound very happy at the end of our msn conversation. macam so duhh. i was with boon and zeem although we went separate cars. the traffic was so homagah no fahkin way shit! something happened to zeem which i wont mention here. hahaha. so yeah got in. parked my car. went out and saw this tall dude in this plaited shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAAABYYYYYYYY!! (yes i screamed all the way across the parking lot:P)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just so super happy to see him. the thought of him coming all the way just to surprise me. ahhahaha. thanks baby :) you're ze best!! i love you loaddss! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the auditions went alright today. we've picked our best four out of the bunch. so thats sorted.&lt;br /&gt;zeem and boon are doing REALLY GREAT!!! i just hope their shoulders wont get bruised!!! :( i love you boys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marsh and mich came over again just now to teach me more steps :) we're doing alright so far. all this recycling is good. hahhaha. so far everything is going a okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hans hans wake up. i hate you for silenting your phone -____-&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8923078499455679634?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8923078499455679634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sayang-came-to-cheerleading-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8923078499455679634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8923078499455679634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sayang-came-to-cheerleading-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-5784081251888412548</id><published>2009-08-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:40:11.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we managed to choreograph something to the barracuda song. i swear to god. IT WAS NOT EASY. hahahahha. the best part is i get to learn like all the dances ive always been meaning to learn. ive always been the little girl who sits down in the corner and watches the dance theater. thats 1 wish off my list :D hehe. my head hurts. nt enough sleep + too much dancing. marsh was like "i think this show thing is like a payback for not dancing for a long time and its all hitting us up in one go!" I AGREE. HAHAHA. oh and not to forget menda's debutante lagi. gilaaa. hahaha. i need to make time to study toooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to dancing..&lt;br /&gt;hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi hansel, i miss you, imglad you got back from miri safely :) love you mills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-5784081251888412548?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5784081251888412548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-managed-to-choreograph-something-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5784081251888412548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5784081251888412548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-managed-to-choreograph-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-5673914792013281126</id><published>2009-08-30T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:08:04.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaaay my baju raya siap!!!! :) its so lawa and simple. ive always had so many dramas with my baju raya like every single year. its either alum siap, salah potong, too big, too ketat, tooooo plain, or got switched with someone! -_- but this year, its so lawa :) the kain was chosen by my dearest brother eskimo :) thanks abang. hehe. oh and my prom dress is ready too. its really simple. :) so overall, i is very happy with my baju :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marsh and michie are on the way to work on the dance steps. we've managed to um do 2 minutes an a half of the closing for first session. we're prolly gonna finish it tonight and then work on half time performance. got to recall the steps and stuff. crazyyy!!! costumes are already designed by michie and marsh :D super nice. haha. everything is going good so far. nothing going down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been shopping alot! like two days in a row. yesterday after sungkai at dobo's ninis place (GREAT FOOOOD BTW). and ohmygod feeding jiah was not easy! hahaha. kecian aunty ana eh. anyways, i went to get pants for dance class cos mine were getting too small. i managed to get two. then since school starts soon, i got 3 cardigans and extra 4 tanktops :P they were cheap okay. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hansel just got back from miri. i cant wait to see and talk to him. i miss him so much eventho he only left for half a day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go pray now. byeeezzz! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-5673914792013281126?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5673914792013281126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/yaaay-my-baju-raya-siap-its-so-lawa-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5673914792013281126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5673914792013281126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/yaaay-my-baju-raya-siap-its-so-lawa-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6915354124534233256</id><published>2009-08-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:28:24.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had such a weird dream last night. it was a mix of a flashback and the future. my nenek on my ayahs side passed away when i was 7 years old. i dreamt about her. i was the closest to her :) back in kl, we used to bake butter cakes every week. i even remembered the recipe by heart. but i cant even remember a single thing now. id trade all the things i remember now to remember neneks butter cake recipe. cos it was the best. i used to watched silly dramas with nenek back then. go to places and eat at random gerais. enjoy durians by the street. i was only a little girl back then. but my nenek was really strong :) i dont know why she came into my dreams all of a sudden. one thing for sure i remembered was when she went into icu, i was all the way here in brunei. i was in schpol doing a test until mom came and pick me up. told me the bad news and i just had to leave. we flew to kl that very night. until now i never managed to visit her grave. it still makes me sad. if i cant even see ayah, how can i see my nenek? now i tend to wonder why she came into my dream, makes me wonder if my atok is alright. i have to visit him soon :( before.. im.. too late. al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-4333152919283195248</id><published>2009-08-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:13:46.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 sessions?!&lt;br /&gt;3 per session?!&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes per time?!&lt;br /&gt;21 different songs?!&lt;br /&gt;4 core dancers only?!&lt;br /&gt;pyramids?&lt;br /&gt;stunts?&lt;br /&gt;basket tosses?&lt;br /&gt;STRESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today michie, marsh and i had our rehearsals at empire. hahaha. we needed a big mirror. so guess where we had it at?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;the toilets!!!! hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;we were that desperate for a place with aircon/mirror.&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty good space i must say. enough to fit us 4 cores. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we will be doing our rehearsals at pds is hall.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, cheer/queer leaders, practice at is hall, 4-6pm.&lt;br /&gt;see you there! :)&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/678038018519563981-4333152919283195248?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4333152919283195248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-sessions-3-per-session-3-minutes-per.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4333152919283195248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4333152919283195248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-sessions-3-per-session-3-minutes-per.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-8274042386958580350</id><published>2009-08-27T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:04:48.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've found my group of cheerleaders. called all the ones who can possibly make it and is a pds dancer. im still trying to find songs for the performance. we're starting to choreograph tomorrow at 10am in pdsis hall. the real rehearsals starts on saturday :) im really excited cos i miss dancing and i miss the pds dancers old batch! i miss teacher thea too. so im sure it will be a great rehearsal/reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hansel, i miss you =/ you never fail to put a happy smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah im gonna get back to inspiring myself with loadsa dancing videos. okay cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8274042386958580350?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8274042386958580350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-found-my-group-of-cheerleaders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8274042386958580350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8274042386958580350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-found-my-group-of-cheerleaders.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-1920819245253397650</id><published>2009-08-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:35:13.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo una bestfriend impresionante.&lt;br /&gt;El derecho de gran tipo a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;una familia cariñosa.&lt;br /&gt;un montón de buenos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué más se puede pedir una chica?&lt;br /&gt;la vida es buena.&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/678038018519563981-1920819245253397650?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/1920819245253397650/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-2569299469368661185</id><published>2009-08-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:03:06.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* went to the uk exhibition today. met alot of old friends namely abang yusof&amp;amp;nina, abang naz&amp;amp;kafarah, ka rabs, irf, twins, gims, hp(primary 5 classmate), and other people.&lt;br /&gt;* sungkai-ed with nurean, her sister elia, mada, shaa, fauzi, wafiym, faz and ofcourse hansel :)&lt;br /&gt;* searching for ready made cheerleading squad for moms basketball team barracudas.&lt;br /&gt;* been having a bring it on marathon&lt;br /&gt;* i have a cold sore :(&lt;br /&gt;* had nerds, bit them, broke my tooth :(&lt;br /&gt;* didnt get to see my bestfriend at uk cos she was at home studying.&lt;br /&gt;*congrats to people who got good and satisfying results for their os, as and alevels :) work harder and dont give up!!&lt;br /&gt;*i had fun walking in and out the shops with hansel :)&lt;br /&gt;* CANT WAIT TO START DANCING AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*aku rindu sabuners :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SpQlEouP6bI/AAAAAAAADtM/tLWj6ZaV0Q0/s1600-h/5333_1112695903239_1402150981_30319263_4138938_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SpQlEouP6bI/AAAAAAAADtM/tLWj6ZaV0Q0/s320/5333_1112695903239_1402150981_30319263_4138938_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373961016940947890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon, kin, mum, me, aj&lt;br /&gt;qew, rawi, zati, phat and adul&lt;br /&gt;missing : zam, zeem, qwnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wanna go back to college. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i hate holidays.&lt;br /&gt;fasting day number 5&lt;br /&gt;25 more days to raya. HAAHAHAH&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/678038018519563981-2569299469368661185?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/2569299469368661185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates-went-to-uk-exhibition-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2569299469368661185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2569299469368661185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates-went-to-uk-exhibition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SpQlEouP6bI/AAAAAAAADtM/tLWj6ZaV0Q0/s72-c/5333_1112695903239_1402150981_30319263_4138938_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7069830973331932232</id><published>2009-08-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:46:24.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does everybody have a freaking barn house. now i want a freaking barn house. ish. mcm cool lagi tu the house with the animals on the side. oh shit.. im farm talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanywaysss.. mom just got back from singapore and she brought back lots of burger king. yum. i  am currently eating mushroom double swiss. (dont worry sayang, yours is in the bag :) and you too dobo if you like mushroom. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching okay wait no that was last night. so yes last night i watched 17 again. ratings.. umm 4/10. i guess its cos i dont like zac efron. um no offense to the fans of ZE. and also it was just like a copy of 13 going 30. i found it lame. there were some funny parts but yeah not worth watching again -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched bring it on fight to the finish. i think ratings for that movie would be errr 7.5? i wouldnt say its omg wow. nor would i say it was crap. i love the latin dancing in the movie. but the storyline, nyeh crap. i still prefer the first one. go go go toros! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to watch protection program. something to do with some princess in the barn. i think. its got demi lovato who i am not a big fan of.. but selena gomez. shes cute. so whatever. and no i aint some lesbonisme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to fast today :) hehe. the whole family was here. it was nice. i like it when its fullhouse. rather than just us 3 kids and tok and nenek at the table. so sad. but just now was good. qaly, my um 2 yrs old first cousin, learnt some new words. "duh" "totally" "whatever" "loser" and "wassappp". i swear to god. i wish i recorded them. i'll try soon and ah its just got to be the cutest. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya nunu turned all of us into cartoons. hahahaha. pretty good work. most of us look like us. okay what am i trying to say here. ish. but yes nunu, well done love!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err... snap i have work tomorrow. ahhh. i feel like sleeping in :) and well end up getting scolded. umphhh. okay im tired of typing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its a goodnight now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh wait wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say sorry to all the people i have hurt or offended both intentionally and unintentionally. sorry for sleeping with your boyfriends and for turning your girlfriends into lesbanims. haha. no no im serious. i really am sorry. i hope we all can start fresh starting this ramadhan and as clean as possible :) happy fasting people =) xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&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/678038018519563981-7069830973331932232?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7069830973331932232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-does-everybody-have-freaking-barn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7069830973331932232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7069830973331932232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-does-everybody-have-freaking-barn.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3335974111582365737</id><published>2009-08-20T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:58:25.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to go to work today. pretty much did nothing. i had a massive headache. had to sleep with no electricity. damn was it hot! did practically nothing at work. had to go to kilanas to get moms phones and to borrow her camera. hihi. went back home and chilled with babygirl and skimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hans and i were planning to watch district 9. we went around 7.25. the movie was pretty scary but fun too. i found it sad for the aliens. oh well you watch it :) we got hungry after the movie and decided to go to cheezbox. had kolo mee :) yumm. and then we went to kuminis to get dvds. got movies to watch. we drove past coffeebean and saw the ptem peoples. went down and stayed for a few minutes. took pictures. hugs. kisses. talks. then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang sayang thanks for a very lovely evening :) i love watching movies with you. only you can understand whenever i sit in a straight position with my eyes fully focused whenever something strange is about to happen. cos you do the same. hhahahaha. whatever it is, i love you hansel :) i hope the witch locks us up in a cage together. cos i hate saying goodbyes!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay people. its 4am. just got off the phone. and now i wanna sleep. okay goodnight lovely people :) esok inda puasa. so im gonna have lunch with hansel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hans.&lt;br /&gt;oh and to dobo, good luck and please dont die :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3335974111582365737?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3335974111582365737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-to-go-to-work-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3335974111582365737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3335974111582365737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-to-go-to-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-2503398662037629511</id><published>2009-08-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:43:53.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i say anything, i would like to start this off by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the sabuners are back in town!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo.. i went to the launching of the 3rd floor thing in college. it was umm boring BUT i had mimi to accompany me. we talked about so many things. it was lovely! havent talked to her in ages! anyways then the sabuner babes joined us. phat, qew, aj and zati. had to update them on loadsa stuf. its been ages since we all were together. felt awesome. the sabuner guys sat at the back. but we were missing zeem, zam and qwnn. oh well. after that as usual. we all went out to gadong. had lunch at mcds then we went to watch aliens in the attic. it was super funny. plus the two couple sitting on the couple seats were making out like full on. what made it worse was that she was wearing tudong. dude like useless saja pakai tudong. haiz. but yeah so we paid for one movie and had 2 movies for free. hahaahha. whatever it is. we had a lot of fun. oh and adul and qew took the top down in the car. IT WAS LIKE 37 DEGREES. zati and i were melting. HAHAH. but screw it, i had a great day! the greatest day after how many weeks being stranded at home and work. hahahaahha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SowqV1VzImI/AAAAAAAADs8/7r99tyK8rY0/s1600-h/5333_1166551655189_1569841712_30421966_8128079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SowqV1VzImI/AAAAAAAADs8/7r99tyK8rY0/s320/5333_1166551655189_1569841712_30421966_8128079_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371715010130289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SowqWQohe7I/AAAAAAAADtE/1v4v2mTwa6w/s1600-h/5333_1166553335231_1569841712_30422005_1438820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SowqWQohe7I/AAAAAAAADtE/1v4v2mTwa6w/s320/5333_1166553335231_1569841712_30422005_1438820_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371715017456581554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that. hans i love you. sorry i fell asleep last night. had a massive headache. i will play scrabble with you tomorrow k. oh wait kami jalan jua  :) hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabuners, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;hans i love you&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend, i love you and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/678038018519563981-2503398662037629511?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/2503398662037629511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-i-say-anything-i-would-like-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2503398662037629511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2503398662037629511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-i-say-anything-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SowqV1VzImI/AAAAAAAADs8/7r99tyK8rY0/s72-c/5333_1166551655189_1569841712_30421966_8128079_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7603626631614688960</id><published>2009-08-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:31:03.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:petsociety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:restaurantcity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:countrystory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:season1-10 of FRIENDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:dobo &amp;amp; hansel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:e.l.a.b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you for keeping me company. hahahhaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;latest work :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Somg3Mg_sEI/AAAAAAAADs0/pxPau0PZ3_E/s320/5452_114897813281_737448281_2332084_7444256_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-7603626631614688960?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7603626631614688960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/petsociety-restaurantcity-countrystory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7603626631614688960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7603626631614688960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/petsociety-restaurantcity-countrystory.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/Somg3Mg_sEI/AAAAAAAADs0/pxPau0PZ3_E/s72-c/5452_114897813281_737448281_2332084_7444256_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-197354767725087065</id><published>2009-08-16T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:31:10.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive had the greatest week! :) spending days in a row with my two people i love the most (dobo &amp;amp; hans). i mean come on what more can you ask for when you get to spend your time with both of them at the same time. lets try recap on what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday night&lt;/span&gt;, hans and i went to gadong supposedly wanting to watch the proposal but then ka lina texted us wanting to bring us to watch g.i joe the next day so we ended up not going and just chillin in gadong for a bit and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday morning&lt;/span&gt;, i had breakfast at yasra with the group. dobo decided to come along cos she was craving for roti kosong. talur wah. she knew i was gonna have roti kosong so she went online and yeah figured. hahaha. we were there first. then ashraf came. then after awhile hadi came. as usual ima and hanis are ALWAYS late. ashraf kept playing with his um chewed gum on a toothpick. pretty disgusting but kinda creative if you saw what we saw. ahahaahha. we had our rotis and dobo and i ciaoed. we went to jpmc to get her bridex ticket but um sumting happened. lol. so we went to airport to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;, went to bridex. i dont really want to blather on about it cos i can pretty much summarize it in a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transport = crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;service = crappier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weather = crappiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show = awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;company = wonderfull! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday night&lt;/span&gt;, hans and i went to the mall. we though the movie was at 8.30 and we got there at 8.25. found out later it was at 8.05 so we um claimed our tickets and went to eat at frats :) then i went off to cits. talked for hours with cits, aish and nuff. we stayed up til 7am just talking about stuff. it was so much fun :) oh and we even drove out at night to find buns cos we wanted burgers. we ended up searching all the way in kiulap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, umm.. i had a photoshoot with aiman and like a couple other photogs. it was super fun with zatty, nina, sastika and yean. then at night, dobo and i went to zeems tahlil. we started um singing to she bangs. hahahaha. paloi wah. si zeem teikut tia jua. pacahhh. then hans, dobo, fred and i went to snowhouse. lychee is not nice! i hate it. fred had snow white. dobo and hans had like chocolate stuff. umph. fred and hans went back to my place. watched i am legend and some other movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;, went to the mall to watch the MJ tribute. it was cute. plus i got to see sheena, nadie and kevin. pds pride people! :) and then we went to eat at frats. yet again. hahahaha. lunch with my awesome pawesomes!! :) after that i had to rush to damuan for another shoot with aiman. ella and farah were there. their so gorgeous and hella they look a like! hahahha. oh well i had fun! ooooh and i got to spend like 2 days straight with zatty (: rid i know you will hate me big time. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAD A MUMBO JUMBO WEEKEND! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to hans, dobo and aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, torture shall hit. i'm moving out of kilanas for a month plus =/ sad sad sad! oh wells. til then folkas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you hansel :)&lt;br /&gt;ox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-197354767725087065?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/197354767725087065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-had-greatest-week-spending-days-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/197354767725087065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/197354767725087065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-had-greatest-week-spending-days-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-5070756032522069544</id><published>2009-08-11T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:09:20.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mama ning and i are being super jobless.&lt;br /&gt;we've been sending and returning gifts to each other to gain more paw points.&lt;br /&gt;visiting each other to get more coins.&lt;br /&gt;sending the jukebox lots of times to gain 100 paw points.&lt;br /&gt;finding out what item gives the most paw points.&lt;br /&gt;haha yep you guessed it,&lt;br /&gt;PET SOCIETY ATTACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought id go back to pet society again -_-&lt;br /&gt;but its super fun especially when you have someone to play with.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time im also on restaurant city.&lt;br /&gt;um and hans, im on your pet society too.&lt;br /&gt;sending and returning gifts to gain my pawpoints.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry it increases yours too :)&lt;br /&gt;i went from level 7 to level 13 in a coupla hours! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;JOBLESSS KAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah my back is aching. this sucks. i need a better chair. i need an aquarium :(&lt;br /&gt;where can i find the aquarium!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh and i finished princess hours!!!! woooooots. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. im gonna run to my pet now.&lt;br /&gt;tooodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEF. pffta.&lt;br /&gt;hans, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-5070756032522069544?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5070756032522069544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/mama-ning-and-i-are-being-super-jobless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5070756032522069544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5070756032522069544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/mama-ning-and-i-are-being-super-jobless.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-1001866880003183077</id><published>2009-08-09T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:42:34.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been a lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 8 episodes away from finishing princess hours. i seriously thing chae kyung looks like hanis and has hah's personality. hahahaha. hyo rin looks abit like ka nana and nadiah. the princes arent that good looking but you tend to grow into them. so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moms watching fullhouse now and is highly addicted to it but not as she was to BBF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hans has been spending alot of his time with me. like today, he was here in the morning but as usual i was sleeping. he was watching camp rock -_- of all movies to watch right. how suckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to ask mama ning for some new tv series before i die of boredom *exaggeration much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been playing my computer games in quite a while. hahahaha. esok tah at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nora is having her operation tomorrow. yikes. all the best little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my wife. i miss my three brothers zeemzamboon. i miss seri aqeelah. i miss college! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy. goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-1001866880003183077?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/1001866880003183077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-lazy-bum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1001866880003183077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1001866880003183077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-lazy-bum.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-1223460836055955061</id><published>2009-08-06T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:23:04.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay phewh. its just the normal hazed sickness. mom was so worried due to the swine flu attack. but im all better now. but i still have to continue eating the four medicines. one is like complete yuck, the other is like ugh, the other one is well okay lah its capsule so cnt taste anything, and the last is plain panadol. its a pain in the ass i tell you having to eat 4 different ubats 3 times a day! but thanks to my babe whos been there for me since the very day i fell sick, who took me to the clinic, who had to go under quarrantined cos of me :P, who had to watch fullhouse with me, who fed me dinner and also my medicine, who spent practically the whole night with me both today and yesterday. so sayang, if you're reading which uh duh you are, THANK YOU and i just cant thank you enough. we'll go out soon and i will make it up to you orite baby :) meow :D i love you....tooooo much (imitates russell peters) see you soon? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, wife, im sorry to cancel our date. but i dont want u getting my germs. lets see what else. oh ya im almost done with fullhouse and omg yeah all the baby hamsters are eaten. stupid mother who does not know how to be responsible. ugh. bah sudah, my head is dizzy. i wanna clean up my facebook and im just waiting for hans to get his ass online! -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-1223460836055955061?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/1223460836055955061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-phewh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1223460836055955061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1223460836055955061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-phewh.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-7654046969075723557</id><published>2009-08-04T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:30:29.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick. im sick. im sickkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid flu. stupid stupid fever. stupid stupid cough. go away!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang thanks for spending the whole day with me yesterday running around gadong doing my errands. the weather is so talor. so because of that i kena demam. hmph. my laptop wont connect to the internet and i hate that. i cant go out to fix my laptop. atleast booga will get to sleepandrest the whole day and night :) i miss you tons and im sorry your mom and sister ate your cupcakes. i'll make some more for you nanti okay? love you lotss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on the baby hamsters. pancakes gave birth to 6. ate two. then ate two more. and i think shes eating 1 now. so there is only one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temperature : 37.4 degrees. still married to the tissuebox. shivering. major headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hakeem found my ipod. in his pocket -_- one of his pockets i think. my goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom said if flu gets worse. im off to the hospital -_- i dont like the sound of that. moms worried cos fevers getting worse. lets just hope its not you know what. atu palui tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw wife, you rock ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-7654046969075723557?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7654046969075723557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALHAMDULILAH SYUKUR. MY RESULTS HAVE COME OUT AND ITS GOOD :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communications &amp;amp; study skills - A&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to IT - B&lt;br /&gt;Quantitative Methods - C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one i found hard during the exam i got A in. the one i found the easiest, i got B. haiz. never expect anything ever again. okay i have just one more semester left. Im just doing my research on the curtin uni website about my course. according to mom if whats gonna be in the syllabus is taught in lcb, then i shall be staying for another year. i'm half sad and half happy about it. sad cos well, i want to leave brunei -_- happy, cos i get to spend another year with my hans :) and to be with him on his birthday :) so either way its a good thing and bad thing. but if its not part of the thing. then, i shall say my last goodbye in february &amp;amp; i better see my wife at the airport and also in perth by september! or someones going to die -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hans, hans, i want to spend every single day with you before i leave (if i do). i love you babe! lots lots lots lots and lots. btw you snored so loud -_- and i hate you for kacau-ing me when i was angau about gu jun pyo *gives evil look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. okay i just finished going through the course and stuff. and its giving me one big headache! so much managements and marketing. blabla. im blabbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-4156195539890780073?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4156195539890780073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/alhamdulilah-syukur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4156195539890780073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4156195539890780073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/08/alhamdulilah-syukur.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-7944960871127266364</id><published>2009-07-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:13:36.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only started playing go go gourmet 2 like this afternoon. I've already completed 5 countries. HAHAHAHAH. im THAT addicted to it. but i just realised that i havent spent enough time with hans. like omagad. i miss him so much. i'll hopefully see him later. its 5.12am. the boys just left and i should be sleeping but im not sleepy. talor eh! i think i should ring hans *giggles* yeah i think i should. wake him up. get him all angry on the phone *evil grins* why not? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-7944960871127266364?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7944960871127266364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-only-started-playing-go-go-gourmet-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7944960871127266364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7944960871127266364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-only-started-playing-go-go-gourmet-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-7397878466635646943</id><published>2009-07-28T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:20:02.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am patiently waiting for my game to be installed. Something went wrong with the L4D game. how stupid is that? i was happily all excited to play it and then it goes busted. what a MOFO. stupiddd. Theres seriously nothing to do at the office. Moms playing farmtown. Usu on the other hand is playing his generals game. While im here blogging and the boss(tok) is playing solitaire. I dont like (okay i take back what i said about nothing to do) Tok just handed me two letters to do. ah karma is a biyatch. but hey i like work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be right back..... (13.47)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back (14.16)&lt;br /&gt;okay that didn't take too long. I had to write a malay letter, well pretty much type and do spelling errors but damn nini's handwriting is worse than a doctors. hahahaa. i swear to god i read yang as gay. crazy hella. The other letter was about some company wanting their rentals to be decreased. pfft. but its all done now. Okay i think i'm getting darker. Dont ask me why. Oh ya my lecturer, mr Jay rang me just now. Just randomly talking. it was good to talk to him again. discussing about the paper and how mom and usu are gonna be his students. hahaha. theyre gonna love himm!!! okay im gonna go back to my game now. act busy so i dont get distracted. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang, i miss you :-(&lt;br /&gt;toorah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-7397878466635646943?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7397878466635646943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-patiently-waiting-for-my-game-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7397878466635646943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7397878466635646943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-patiently-waiting-for-my-game-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6027001356901641786</id><published>2009-07-27T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:42:34.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE-RA-TUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OKAY DONT MIND ME.&lt;/span&gt; i am super bored. I dont think i have that many readers anyways apart from my bestfriend and partner (dobo and hans :)) I'm going to list down a 100 facts about me :) short ones lahh. hahahaha. Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My full name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iman Nur Aina Azma&lt;/span&gt;.. I tend to live out my last name cos well they vary too much! so basically my last name is azma :) which represents my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I go by the nickname &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mano, nano, manano,&lt;/span&gt; and especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hobo&lt;/span&gt;. altho my family calls me alai and other names which i definitely wont mention here. lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt; years old. which means im pretty legal to do anything. but doesnt mean i would (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eldest &lt;/span&gt;among the three siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other families&lt;/span&gt; which unfortunately doesnt make me the eldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I consider the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffrey family&lt;/span&gt;, as my family too cos well i grew up with them and yeah other complicated stories you will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When i was born, my aunties called me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kitkat&lt;/span&gt; cos it was moms addiction when she was pregnant with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) others called me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pupah&lt;/span&gt; cos mom loved tau fu fah. all these strange nicks -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) when i was around 4-5 years old, i went to langkawi and visited a graveyard and saw a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cotton tree&lt;/span&gt;. I was silly enough to pick a cotton and take it with me. Mom said that "something" was chasing after us throughout the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I got the nickname &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hobo&lt;/span&gt; from my awesome dancing friend, Ying (nadia ong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I've always liked the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bella&lt;/span&gt;. its simple. two syllable. its cute and yeah. but damn little miss twilight had to take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) back in primary 6, i formed this girly group called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AEQ&lt;/span&gt;. with eezah and spayne (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tomboy&lt;/span&gt; in year 4 (Y) i had this super short hair with an ugly smile. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I had this really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge dinosaur bouncer&lt;/span&gt; when i turned 5 years old. I swear to god, i woke up, walked towards my window, opened my curtains and BAM! THE HUGE HEAD RIGHT INFRONT OF MY FACE! i ran to mommy and cried :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When i was little, I used to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take the new born kittens away&lt;/span&gt; from its mommy and hide it under boxes so i can keep them, but they ended up dying :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) My favorite food to eat when i was 2 years old was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half boiled egg with kicap&lt;/span&gt; (Y) til now actualy. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I dont like drinking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plain water&lt;/span&gt; cos its just so bloody tasteless = boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I pig out only during midnights. I seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eat alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) My favorite cucur is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cempedak&lt;/span&gt;. my friends definitely know this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think i'm gay&lt;/span&gt;, but thats clearly impossible cos i'm definitely a 100 percent confident that im only attracted to ONE guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Its natural for me well actually all girls to find lots of men hot, or sexy or attractive or whatsoever so i dont get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why our man should complain&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi with Boon and Neezam&lt;/span&gt; after 10pm is awesone (y) hahaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I used to be a part of this group called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabuners&lt;/span&gt;. They seriously brightened up my days in LCB. I love you awesome powsome people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cookie Jars&lt;/span&gt; or should i rather say the yunmanmentenfeefah, they mean a hella lot to me! i love them girlies loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I spend almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every night with neezam and boon&lt;/span&gt; in my room watching dvds or doing their own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Our house currently has quite a few permanent residents namely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boon, Neezam and Ayun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Im single, but im not available and i am happily attatched to this one man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farhan Azama :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) I like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make friends&lt;/span&gt;, i dont believe that having too many friends is a crime or being too friendly is a crime either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Im the type who sticks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one pair of jeans&lt;/span&gt; only. Once i find a pair i like, thats the only one i will wear til its unpresentable. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) I love wearing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;summer dresses&lt;/span&gt; but then its brunei. Walk to the mall in a summer dress and flipflops, and all eyes will literally be feasting on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) I like wearing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heels&lt;/span&gt; but then my partners not that tall -_- ahahaha i love you sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) I am tall. No wait, im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super tall&lt;/span&gt;. But if im super tall, whats my brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) I love easyway. I love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearl milk tea&lt;/span&gt;. But then note to self, no ice or you will have pearl milk water (N)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) I used to like the color &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, but now not so much. im more to dark colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first car&lt;/span&gt; was a truck. a really awesome truck that bumps around when i drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) I now have a very awesome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy beetle bug&lt;/span&gt; and its open roof too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall inlove easily&lt;/span&gt;. I admit. But once i do, i fall too deep and i dont turn back to look at others :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) I dont like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED roses&lt;/span&gt;. i think their just too much and too corny. White ones are beautiful though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) I am deadly afraid of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snakes&lt;/span&gt;. Well not as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) I dont like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heights&lt;/span&gt;. Im tall enough thank you. so i dont want to be any higher than where i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; escalators&lt;/span&gt; freak the hell out of me. Especially KLCC. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) I love my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disney classics&lt;/span&gt;. I want to spend one whole day watching all the disney classics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) I hav &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 exboyfriends&lt;/span&gt; (Jeffrey, Faisal &amp;amp; Adam)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; and i'm only friends with one of them. how sad. not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) I plan on furthering my studies in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perth&lt;/span&gt; with my bestfriend, dobo. AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) I am currently studying in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laksamana College&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) I dont like it when people tell me to pray cos whenever i do when im told, i feel like im not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;praying out of sincerity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) I now wear&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; contact lenses&lt;/span&gt; and its purple in color! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) I want to recolor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my hair brown&lt;/span&gt; again but the other part says NO DONT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) I want to have my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nose pierced&lt;/span&gt;. dont ask me why. i just do okay -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) I am against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) I used to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smoke&lt;/span&gt;. But i wasnt really a heavy smoker. I was just umm a social smoker. But its all over now cos i found happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) I love to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; party&lt;/span&gt;. Yep thats me. Im wild on the dancefloor. But i dont grind with guys nor do i dirty dance with guys. I dance for myself (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slow dancing&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to menda's debutante thing, I get to dance with the one i love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) I used to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salsa lessons&lt;/span&gt; but not anymore cos i had exams and all other shit to do. but i plan on taking lessons again tho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) I hate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; accounting &lt;/span&gt;and im not looking forward to that subject this coming september. oh im gonna suck like nobody's business in that subject!!! HELPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt;. I think its the most cosiest room i've ever been in. duh its mine. but no joke im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) I can be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neat freak at times&lt;/span&gt; but not as freaky as my partner is. hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again, i love you hans :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) I love to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compliment&lt;/span&gt; people, but only when im being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; is annoyingly annoying! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) I snore, I drool, I move around the bed, I take peoples space and most of all, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curi blankets&lt;/span&gt; too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) I love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; facebook&lt;/span&gt;. It connects me to people and well keeps me updated. Theres never a day when im not on facebook. that obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magi&lt;/span&gt;c. I dont like magic tricks. If you show me magic, you have to tell me how on earth you did it, or its just gonna give me nightmares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) I love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; russell peters&lt;/span&gt;. I dont really find any other comedian funny. He is still the awesomest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) I avoid saying shit and instead i say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shitake mushroom&lt;/span&gt;s (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) I have really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big feet&lt;/span&gt;. Im a size 10. size 7.5 uk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) I have never been on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt; and i dont intend too. oh even pony express is a no no for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) I dont know how to handle compliments, i always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deny&lt;/span&gt; them. in other words, im indenial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) I dont think im pretty nor do i think im hot. I grew up believing im an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly duckling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) I once had my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locker trashed&lt;/span&gt; with really bad notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first childhood love&lt;/span&gt; was Mubin. I was 5. hahahaha. and we are pretty good friends now (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendl&lt;/span&gt;y. I dont bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucker for romance and passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) I believe my biggest and most precious asset would be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legs&lt;/span&gt;. That explains why my aunt calls me LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) I like to spend my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; -___- i love shopping, i mean come on, who doesnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) I tend to close my eyes when i see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissing scenes&lt;/span&gt;. again, dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) Im a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucker for dramas&lt;/span&gt; too. I love any drama possible. That probably explains why my life is so full of drama. but hey, kinda less now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestfriend's &lt;/span&gt;name is Nadhillah Suhaimi. Shes the one who understands me the most. as usual, my life, my wife, my everything :) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second house&lt;/span&gt; will have to be dhillah's house or adek and kaka's house. but more to dobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) I am not proud to say that im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not fit&lt;/span&gt;. I blame my nini for not letting me go for dance lessons! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; listen to&lt;/span&gt; Corrine Bailey Rae, James Morrison, Jason mraz, John Legend, Joss stones and lots of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) There are times where i like my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; music in the car&lt;/span&gt; soft and calming and other times its just, how to explain.. err.. BOOM BOOM POW (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) I wish i was fitter and i had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muscles&lt;/span&gt; so i can beat those people in arm wrestles :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) I can drive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big manual trucks&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84)  My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;childhood favorite movies&lt;/span&gt; would have to be "sound of music" and "matilda" (Y)(Y)(Y)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) i dont like the isi part when i eat chicken. I also dont like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onions or garlic&lt;/span&gt; or all that assortments in my food. I dont eat spicy food either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; to crab shell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) I like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eating durians&lt;/span&gt; by the roadside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) I used to want to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;professional dancer&lt;/span&gt; but i have realised that dancing wont take me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) I am extremely to the infinity and beyond &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy with my man :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) I love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; but i dont like being in the center of attention. does that make any sense at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) I have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartbroken once&lt;/span&gt;. Only once. But it all happened for the better or maybe for the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) I like to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; read &lt;/span&gt;:) all sorts of books. actually no, only romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) I love all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erra fazira movies&lt;/span&gt;. shush. go away if you think im lame :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dependent&lt;/span&gt;. But thats about to change :) I think i have more self confidence now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) I like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;painted nails&lt;/span&gt; but mommy's gone alim and now i cant have em :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love my family&lt;/span&gt;. I think their amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) If i have a daughter, im going to name her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allya&lt;/span&gt;(ayahs favorite name :')). If its a boy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;azeez&lt;/span&gt; (after tok:)). Oh and they all have to have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AZMA&lt;/span&gt; in their name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for everything i have and how i have to earn for what i want. I learn that life is not easy and only you can change that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) I also learn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to not fall inlove 100%&lt;/span&gt; and only 80% cos when the relationship gets screwed you need the extra 20% to bring you up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) I can't believe i wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 facts about me&lt;/span&gt;. I can go on and on til 200. But for now, i shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. thats how bored i was okay. bottomline. i love my family, my hans, my friends and my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;til then peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6027001356901641786?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6027001356901641786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/se-ra-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6027001356901641786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6027001356901641786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/se-ra-tus.html' title='SE-RA-TUS'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-5033862546640089467</id><published>2009-07-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:20:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This girl is not very happy because she has to waste her beautiful thursday working.&lt;br /&gt;Definition of work is sitting down on the not so comfy chair and doing nothing -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO SPEND MY THURSDAY WITH MY 53!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sad&lt;br /&gt;-getting sadder&lt;br /&gt;-could i get any sadder?&lt;br /&gt;- :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-5033862546640089467?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5033862546640089467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-girl-is-not-very-happy-because-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5033862546640089467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5033862546640089467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-girl-is-not-very-happy-because-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-4942399239067963488</id><published>2009-07-21T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:35:34.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE I FIND MY HAPPINESS :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXCJvxkNCI/AAAAAAAADlI/OzZwCIugUb8/s1600-h/6216_1095181976615_1138533126_30236310_6171761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXDXp8CD7I/AAAAAAAADlo/WJFXNRRiFJ0/s320/IMG00840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360905742616498098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXDXWxaEAI/AAAAAAAADlg/bZfrfQmK-gQ/s1600-h/IMG00761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXDXWxaEAI/AAAAAAAADlg/bZfrfQmK-gQ/s320/IMG00761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360905737471660034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXDXLiA1II/AAAAAAAADlY/PHrNZh4_hao/s1600-h/IMG00703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXDXLiA1II/AAAAAAAADlY/PHrNZh4_hao/s320/IMG00703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360905734454301826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXDW6iJaxI/AAAAAAAADlQ/i6emmdXPetg/s1600-h/IMG00674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXDW6iJaxI/AAAAAAAADlQ/i6emmdXPetg/s320/IMG00674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360905729891461906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;503, i love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make this post less mushy gushy :P&lt;br /&gt;i want to dedicate this song to that person who will be the talk of the town and whos walking on the RED CARPET of SHAME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Look inside, look inside your tiny mind, then look a bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired, of all the hatred you harbour&lt;br /&gt;So you say it's not OK to be gay, well I think you're just evil&lt;br /&gt;You're just some racist, who can't tie my laces&lt;br /&gt;Your point of view is medieval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you (fuck you)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you (fuck you)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&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/678038018519563981-4942399239067963488?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4942399239067963488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-i-find-my-happiness-503-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4942399239067963488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4942399239067963488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-i-find-my-happiness-503-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SmXCJvxkNCI/AAAAAAAADlI/OzZwCIugUb8/s72-c/6216_1095181976615_1138533126_30236310_6171761_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-4144645393849906045</id><published>2009-07-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T05:55:01.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A moment of embarassment//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone through a time where you were like walking down the street, or a restaurant perhaps and suddenly you catch someones eye. thinking hey i know this person and that person gives you a little wave and you walk up to that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You : oh hey have you got *ask someting totally out of topic*&lt;br /&gt;person : huh. what do you mean.&lt;br /&gt;You : eh you know *babbles*&lt;br /&gt;person : err...&lt;br /&gt;(then you start to think.. why is this person being such a bimbo?!)&lt;br /&gt;You : indakan inda tau.. si atu wahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Person : you mean eh apakan. what you on about?&lt;br /&gt;(re-think.. think again.. OH SHIT, wrong person! you totally got the two persons mixed up)&lt;br /&gt;(siapa urang ani ah.. oh shit baru ku sadar)&lt;br /&gt;You : oh dont mind me, i was just being out of the ordinary, so hows your brother?&lt;br /&gt;(oh fuck. get me out of here. right nowww.. NOW!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Person : ohhh. hahaha apakann.&lt;br /&gt;You : hey i kinda have to run off. so yeah catch ya next time!&lt;br /&gt;(shit that was smooth! hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have no idea what i just wrote. but hope you got it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gala night is coming up soon and so is mims party. debutante got postponed to the 7th night of raya. how convenient :P hahahaha. ive gotta head over to the tailor and salon tomorrow. abit of a girly girly day tomorrow. Oh and ive got that dance workshop on wednesday too. hopefully i'll get to fit hans in my schedule somewhere :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-4144645393849906045?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4144645393849906045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-of-embarassment-have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4144645393849906045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4144645393849906045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-of-embarassment-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6401854871003038323</id><published>2009-07-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:49:42.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRABS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I HATE CRABS. CRABS I HATE. HATE I CRABS. I CRABS HATE. HATE CRABS. CRABS I DONT LIKE. DESPISE CRABS. CRABS ARE EVIL. CRABS ARE SILENTLY POISONOUS TO MY SKIN. CRABS ARE JAHAT. CRABS ARE ANNOYING. CRABS ARE LIKE NUMBER OF FINGERS. CRABS ARE LIKE JAUYAH. CRABS ARE MY BIGGEST ENEMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE CRABS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Iman Azma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6401854871003038323?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6401854871003038323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/crabs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6401854871003038323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6401854871003038323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/crabs.html' title='CRABS'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3936025780443063234</id><published>2009-07-17T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:21:52.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story so far...</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know what to do now. All my family went to Brisbane leave me behind here in Brunei. Yes im Home Alone. How coincidence could this be? Well, everything was my fault i would say. No No, i dont have anything problem between me and Iman :) Before that, i still dont get it why people who are in relationship then their Msn's nick, Blog's post, Facebook's status sound so wrong, people would assumed that they have problem between them? The new streotype of typical Bruneian love-life. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up this morning, the first thing i did is reminisced about last night. I came across this situation where i need to find the solution asap. I dont want my 2 weeks home alone to be like this. All plans were set up but it is not valid anymore. Many questions still lingue to find the solution. Lucky me i have school. If it school holiday, i would be doom in this dull square room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, everything have to be switch. and For the next 2 weeks, i've already planned something to make myself busy. Sayonara. Oh yea, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Iman Azma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Hans Azama :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3936025780443063234?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3936025780443063234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3936025780443063234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3936025780443063234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-so-far.html' title='The story so far...'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-7372065453891781317</id><published>2009-07-12T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:00:07.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost paradise//</title><content type='html'>I feel like updating. But this time with no pictures. Its 0.41 on a sunday night. House is actually empty. When i mean empty i mean by no as mommy calls them "pests". I'm finally starting work tomorrow. But we all know im just gonna sit down on that chair and twirl around and probably go online. Jobless -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on menda's debutante. Us girls just started buying our kains and going to the tailor to do our measurements. I managed to get my own tailor and surprisingly she knows menda's mommy. So menda has decided to let 7 girls do their dresses at my tailor and the other 8 at her tailors which i think is pretty awesome. Whats even awesome-er is that our dresses cost 45 bucks to make. super cheap if you ask me. i mean come on lah, its drawing near to raya so you expect 80+ above or yeah that sorta thing. So its all good. As for the boys i dont know whether they have gotten their vests and stuffs yet. The dance is done but not incredibly perfect yet because its never complete during practice. So menda gets stressed out about that and stuff. But us CJ's are trying to help her as much as possible. Its err a month to the debutante so we got 4 weeks and a coupla days to get it all done!! concentration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on my family. Mom has been unbelievably stuck on that stupid farmtown game on facebook. She spent 12 hours on a saturday farming on facebook. Its unbelievably crazy i tell you. According to nora dora the explora, whenever mommy is not around, nora has to help her grow her crops. hahaahahhaha. poorrr babygirll. Hakeem is errr nocturnal nowadays. He sleeps at 8am and wakes up at 7pm (Y) awesome kan adi ku? hahahaah. But its super fun to scold him when he masih tidur during maghrib. hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon and Neezam have been spending a hell lot of time at my place. They are officially permanent residents of Iman's house (Y) They even have my house key -_- Hans has been around too and going gay with my little brother. its sickening -_- you're suppose to be watching movies with me not going all borat obsess with my brother. grr. Ayun is probably the third PR cos wel she lives like 5 mins away.. and and a min away from easyway *kirai hahahahaha. Last night fee slept over cos we planned to go to menda's in the morning but then i forgot i had a shoot to do with yun, fah and ten. Men and Fee had to bail. It was fun. But dirty at the same time cos it was at the abandoned basement filled with spiderwebs, dust and taie cicak. so disgusting -___- There were quite a few highlights during the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for easyway. I had my white chocolate dream from CB just now. I also had a bit of hans double cheesy fries. I think i want KFC chicken now. Fries from Mcd (thanks babe for the cheeseburger :D). Oreo blizzard from DQ. Tuna Pizza from Pizza Hut. Teh C Special from my nest cafe. Cucur cempedak from keboy. Chicken pie from Express. Chicago Cheese Cake from CB. Baked mac and cheese from chills. Sushi from escapade. Udon from takara. Nasi katok from whereever. Roti kosong from yasra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALK ABOUT HUNGRY AT 0.58AM! -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to my last disc on boys over flowers. See babe, at least the next time you're here, you dont have to cope up with me drooling all over yi jung and gu jun pyo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hans, aku sayang kamu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-7372065453891781317?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7372065453891781317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7372065453891781317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7372065453891781317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-paradise.html' title='almost paradise//'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-2410815083295625682</id><published>2009-07-10T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:31:33.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POSE&amp;CLICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYByEe6uI/AAAAAAAADkI/24aKQwEtXfU/s1600-h/IMG00738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYByEe6uI/AAAAAAAADkI/24aKQwEtXfU/s320/IMG00738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356776700680006370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TYPICAL ASIAN POSE. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYBo3VT9I/AAAAAAAADkA/ksTtzausMxQ/s1600-h/IMG00703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYBo3VT9I/AAAAAAAADkA/ksTtzausMxQ/s320/IMG00703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356776698208931794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smile *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYBYlpt2I/AAAAAAAADj4/KvCqEXap0LU/s1600-h/IMG00683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYBYlpt2I/AAAAAAAADj4/KvCqEXap0LU/s320/IMG00683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356776693839804258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE THREE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN MY LIFE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYBHIzqZI/AAAAAAAADjw/QlDesxVTGL4/s1600-h/IMG00674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYBHIzqZI/AAAAAAAADjw/QlDesxVTGL4/s320/IMG00674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356776689155418514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;........and thats a wrap!&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/678038018519563981-2410815083295625682?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/2410815083295625682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/pose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2410815083295625682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2410815083295625682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/pose.html' title='POSE&amp;CLICK'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlcYByEe6uI/AAAAAAAADkI/24aKQwEtXfU/s72-c/IMG00738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-8626538756173206195</id><published>2009-07-07T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:34:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT&amp;MINE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been virtually dating my boyfriends through the tv for two staight nights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlQ9h1hA4GI/AAAAAAAADjc/c8nKuuqIMa8/s1600-h/wallpaper_04_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlQ9h1hA4GI/AAAAAAAADjc/c8nKuuqIMa8/s320/wallpaper_04_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355973508360888418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlQ9hlIHivI/AAAAAAAADjU/VdkFHNcsuJ0/s1600-h/027505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlQ9hlIHivI/AAAAAAAADjU/VdkFHNcsuJ0/s320/027505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355973503961500402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOCKIN HOT ARN`T THEY?&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/678038018519563981-8626538756173206195?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8626538756173206195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hot-hot-hot-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8626538756173206195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8626538756173206195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hot-hot-hot-hot.html' title='HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT&amp;MINE!!!!'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SlQ9h1hA4GI/AAAAAAAADjc/c8nKuuqIMa8/s72-c/wallpaper_04_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-4874614410795468299</id><published>2009-07-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:27:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farhan Azama, I LOVE YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-4874614410795468299?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4874614410795468299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/farhan-azama-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4874614410795468299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4874614410795468299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/farhan-azama-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3154373286816522465</id><published>2009-07-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:17:10.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like eggs</title><content type='html'>sooo. it really is back to school for my awesome friends. i guess i wont be seeing the cookie jars that much now eh? altho the cookie monsters are still at home. DH came over this "morning", i was like still in bed. what? -_- i like my sleep okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini got me and skimo a new bookshelf each. its pretty big and yeah it practically took up my bedroom space. grr. but still, after a few twitching in the room here and there, thanks to the fabolouso brother and sayang, my room looks super awesome! you nak tengok? ala sorry ler. you can come over if you nak. hehe. after the whole cleaning up thing. we drove to easy way and jollibee and got take aways. DH, left before maghrib =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, everytime my room gets a makeover, i fall asleep. i woke up around 10pm. was super hungryyy so i went food hunting. found eggs. my favorite! hahah. then the boys (boon&amp;amp;zam) came over with SUSHI and GREEN TEA =)))) so we had a little feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skimo and i were messing around with some products and gave each other an organic facial made out of secret ingredients =) oh you wouldnt wanna know, trust me. but hey, the result is amazing. soft skin i likeee. we're gonna make it a habit to experiment with organics for facial =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, im gonna go clean up my iPod. the songs are scattered and so old and not nice to listen anymore. i thought i was going thru a punk rock phase but then due to the chilled relax makeover thing, i've decided to stick with my norah jones, michael bubles, corrine and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'm off. its super late, but im not sleepy. thats what i get for sleeping from 7pm til 10pm. do i sense eyebags? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3154373286816522465?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3154373286816522465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3154373286816522465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3154373286816522465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-eggs.html' title='i like eggs'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6005965143981767666</id><published>2009-07-04T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T05:27:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how could you be so heartless&amp;amp;cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having dinner at mata mata. as usual. my every saturday night, instead of going out with friends, i spend it with family :) MY family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its back to schoool for the rest of ya'll &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i'm gonna make my own plans.&lt;br /&gt;boon? zam? zeem? qew? dul? kin?&lt;br /&gt;keboy anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6005965143981767666?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6005965143981767666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-could-you-be-so-heartless-im-having.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6005965143981767666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6005965143981767666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-could-you-be-so-heartless-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-8045670397993368707</id><published>2009-07-01T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:30:47.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i found happiness =)</title><content type='html'>i have come up with a theory where in my opinion, people who blog EVERYDAY, have no life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am proud to say, i do have one now. which is why i dont blog very often =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so DH, stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none the less, dobo bestfriendku i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH, i love you =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SkuOp8HHaSI/AAAAAAAADik/lZ2n6F3FgOY/s1600-h/4522_113312061424_635221424_3061365_5365516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SkuOp8HHaSI/AAAAAAAADik/lZ2n6F3FgOY/s400/4522_113312061424_635221424_3061365_5365516_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353529433221720354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reminiscing the old days..&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;cos i knew you'd be the one to save me!&lt;br /&gt;0507 love.&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/678038018519563981-8045670397993368707?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8045670397993368707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-come-up-with-theory-where-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8045670397993368707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8045670397993368707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-come-up-with-theory-where-in-my.html' title='i found happiness =)'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SkuOp8HHaSI/AAAAAAAADik/lZ2n6F3FgOY/s72-c/4522_113312061424_635221424_3061365_5365516_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7759761579331511939</id><published>2009-06-18T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:41:25.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised i have been isolating this blog. hahahaha. i hope i dont have any loyal readers, well if i do, i'd like to say sorry for um not updating you with my "so called interesting" life. so lets see, i've been spending alot of time with my girls, the yunmenfeefah. Its like their my sisters cos i see them every single day and well mommy already treats them like her own anak. The boys "zeem, zam, boon, dul, kin" have also been spending time at my place practically every night except last two nights. Hans has been around a hell lot and im enjoying every moment i get to spend with him. Mommy likes him too :) I havent seen my wife since god knows when! i have no idea where she is. i'm gonna go surprise her one day altho she and i communicate telepathically so like theres no use in surprise. Mom is still in her hijab. she still looks so everly beautiful. Skeemo is um depressed but i think tonight cheered him up, thanks to faz, hans and well me :) aahahahah. I'm having a little spring cleaning day tomorrow and hans is gonna help out :) whooppee. hahaha. I might sleepover at yuns place tomorrow night. we have a photoshoot saturday morning at serasa. Then at night is er i think attack of jerudong park and go karts. sunday morning is our first menda's debutante dance waltz rehearsal. As for next week, i plan on spending more time with bora and skeemo. if possible. Other than my awesome happiness, the downside is the drama caused by i think we all know who. its crazy cos we all love that person so much and he/she has yet dissapointed us. so i'm not gonna waste my time. Had a shisha session with them boyfriends just now. it was fun but damn money flew out of my pocket like feathers. and now i'm gonna tuck myself in bed and talk to hans cos okay whatevr, i miss that dude okay. oh when oh when will i get bored of you? :P hahahaahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablabla, JIMMY IS BACK. SO IS ARIFFIN. AND FAZLEEN. AND OSVEANNE.&lt;br /&gt;oh happy happy me! :)&lt;br /&gt;eh, anddd aku mau cucur cempedak and andddd, my mata bengkak.&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLEEEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-7759761579331511939?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7759761579331511939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-realised-i-have-been-isolating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7759761579331511939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7759761579331511939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-realised-i-have-been-isolating.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-3426928727945712719</id><published>2009-06-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:07:47.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SikzHM2vj5I/AAAAAAAAC2o/duOSjBqoh18/s1600-h/4496_119528861424_635221424_3161229_1485858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SikzHM2vj5I/AAAAAAAAC2o/duOSjBqoh18/s400/4496_119528861424_635221424_3161229_1485858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343858631654739858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you're the reason i'm smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;0507&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/678038018519563981-3426928727945712719?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3426928727945712719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-reason-im-smiling-0507.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-6072771369196881311</id><published>2009-06-03T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:06:00.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been pretty upset and like emo for two straight days. especially last night. i was super down. but guess whaaaaaattt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely cookie jars, well three of them came to surprise me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rings*&lt;br /&gt;efah : hey babe, where are you&lt;br /&gt;man : at home&lt;br /&gt;fah : ohhh okay. i thought we saw your car tadi. thats why kami kan stalk your car tadi.&lt;br /&gt;man : huh but ive been home jua :S&lt;br /&gt;fah : hahaha nadawah. we're downstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMAGADDD. :)))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiafGaowA6I/AAAAAAAAC2g/xDphR2BWwGo/s1600-h/Image0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiafGaowA6I/AAAAAAAAC2g/xDphR2BWwGo/s400/Image0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132940499944354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiafGP0IwWI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/vpNAHeEsFyI/s1600-h/Image0042_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiafGP0IwWI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/vpNAHeEsFyI/s400/Image0042_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132937594913122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiafGBaGxBI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Y4Lr7LmS2pI/s1600-h/Image0043_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiafGBaGxBI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Y4Lr7LmS2pI/s400/Image0043_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132933727634450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GIRLIES FOR MAKING MY NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;TENFEEFAH, IM HERE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;JUST RING.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&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/678038018519563981-6072771369196881311?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6072771369196881311/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiafGaowA6I/AAAAAAAAC2g/xDphR2BWwGo/s72-c/Image0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-3433316120564443333</id><published>2009-06-03T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:00:38.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes me happy? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the coookie jars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBDuQe9DI/AAAAAAAAC14/fMYF0iLgcTk/s1600-h/DSC_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBDuQe9DI/AAAAAAAAC14/fMYF0iLgcTk/s400/DSC_0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343099908878431282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;house bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBDQt6K4I/AAAAAAAAC1w/1ZLUxIjQYAY/s1600-h/house_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBDQt6K4I/AAAAAAAAC1w/1ZLUxIjQYAY/s400/house_bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343099900948786050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yummy dq ice cream cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_hKX9YiI/AAAAAAAAC1o/Uq6OGWZscvw/s1600-h/oreo-blizzard-cake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_hKX9YiI/AAAAAAAAC1o/Uq6OGWZscvw/s400/oreo-blizzard-cake4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098215618929186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my sexy phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_g89UcKI/AAAAAAAAC1g/oMqHZ0QmztA/s1600-h/b167285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_g89UcKI/AAAAAAAAC1g/oMqHZ0QmztA/s400/b167285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098212017533090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karaoke-ing with them cookie jars singing the cookie jar song. hahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_g-TlihI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/gdlF4m0PCrU/s1600-h/karaokePhoto_000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_g-TlihI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/gdlF4m0PCrU/s400/karaokePhoto_000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098212379363858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleep and munch =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_gkQM1fI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/mZOK06BFvDY/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_gkQM1fI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/mZOK06BFvDY/s400/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098205385840114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_gQVqqdI/AAAAAAAAC1I/4O_9Tc96Xsg/s1600-h/cookiemonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiZ_gQVqqdI/AAAAAAAAC1I/4O_9Tc96Xsg/s400/cookiemonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098200040057298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farhan Azama :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBD6zs1zI/AAAAAAAAC2A/oVPi5E83NZE/s1600-h/4496_119536471424_635221424_3161372_4224707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBD6zs1zI/AAAAAAAAC2A/oVPi5E83NZE/s400/4496_119536471424_635221424_3161372_4224707_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343099912247367474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBEGEx9wI/AAAAAAAAC2I/doaMQ3fHBV8/s1600-h/IMG00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBEGEx9wI/AAAAAAAAC2I/doaMQ3fHBV8/s400/IMG00083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343099915271796482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zeem, zam, boon, qew, dul and kin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;boring kami no picture of the seven of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;nanti (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3433316120564443333?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3433316120564443333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-makes-me-happy-coookie-jars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3433316120564443333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3433316120564443333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-makes-me-happy-coookie-jars.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/SiaBDuQe9DI/AAAAAAAAC14/fMYF0iLgcTk/s72-c/DSC_0877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-950873065142647814</id><published>2009-06-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:17:26.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(W) Iman Azma - dearest people, please leave me out of your dramas. thank you for your cooperation (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello im happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sneaks says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello im at cheryl's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rid is forever messy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello im injured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sneaks says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello go to a doc, you're not wolverine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(W) Iman Azma - dearest people, please leave me out of your dramas. thank you for your cooperation (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(W) Iman Azma - dearest people, please leave me out of your dramas. thank you for your cooperation (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello im naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rid is forever messy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! how u doin?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(W) Iman Azma - dearest people, please leave me out of your dramas. thank you for your cooperation (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-950873065142647814?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/950873065142647814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/06/w-iman-azma-dearest-people-please-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/950873065142647814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/950873065142647814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/06/w-iman-azma-dearest-people-please-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6765995534062819288</id><published>2009-05-28T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:49:07.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A BIG Thank YOU and Much Love to my darling niece Legs for helping out with all the party preparations. She wasnt just my LEGS, but also my Wheels this year :) Also Thank you and Much Love to Adek for helping out during the party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt see that. hahaha. mama wrote it on her blog as a way of thank you. anyways anytime mama. i'm your legs and wheels whenever you need me :) i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6765995534062819288?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6765995534062819288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-thank-you-and-much-love-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6765995534062819288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6765995534062819288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-thank-you-and-much-love-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-9222362683574103447</id><published>2009-05-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:33:09.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sometimes, not everything goes as perfectly as you planned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, not everything in life goes smooth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, things just can never go the way you want it to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, you gotta learn to give and take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, you just gotta be thankful for what you have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, you just have to accept reality the way it should be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, you just have to let go of everything no matter how hard it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, you need to realise that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere, out there, is a better place for you to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-9222362683574103447?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/9222362683574103447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/9222362683574103447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/9222362683574103447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-2288253389104098419</id><published>2009-05-23T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:13:12.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHATS BIRTHDAY BARBECUE BIRTHDAY FEAT THE SABUNERS AND FRIENDS =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhWINW9QQI/AAAAAAAAC1A/gWUQMH6XXjM/s1600-h/n1050687544_30443185_6759114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhWINW9QQI/AAAAAAAAC1A/gWUQMH6XXjM/s400/n1050687544_30443185_6759114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339112057272615170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zeem yang saya berabisly sayang =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhWH8TW4RI/AAAAAAAAC04/rLQo3v4Cf98/s1600-h/n1050687544_30443077_8144223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhWH8TW4RI/AAAAAAAAC04/rLQo3v4Cf98/s400/n1050687544_30443077_8144223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339112052694114578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dont know what i was doing, zeem pun macam nak kencing ada jugak, macam nak party ada jugak :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVjCtRGhI/AAAAAAAAC0g/bIRh44n-cOo/s1600-h/4456_1151166133255_1050687544_30443187_5126177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVjCtRGhI/AAAAAAAAC0g/bIRh44n-cOo/s400/4456_1151166133255_1050687544_30443187_5126177_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339111418758240786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes shaf i know i have a flat ass. THANKS for pointing it out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVi-axC3I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/MEeVGryw0bs/s1600-h/4456_1151146172756_1050687544_30443104_5780192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVi-axC3I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/MEeVGryw0bs/s400/4456_1151146172756_1050687544_30443104_5780192_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339111417606900594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SABUNERS AND FRIENDS =)&lt;br /&gt;missing siapa lagi : RAWI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVi-omEeI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/357ucGeO0wE/s1600-h/4456_1151144132705_1050687544_30443079_8383951_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVi-omEeI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/357ucGeO0wE/s400/4456_1151144132705_1050687544_30443079_8383951_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339111417664901602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sabuners girls.&lt;br /&gt;missing : qwnn, zat and malah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVinQUMwI/AAAAAAAAC0I/52D9BhguFDg/s1600-h/4456_1151140932625_1050687544_30443019_2508707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhVinQUMwI/AAAAAAAAC0I/52D9BhguFDg/s400/4456_1151140932625_1050687544_30443019_2508707_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339111411389051650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of ze sabuners =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhViZL3sBI/AAAAAAAAC0A/ToNSoRgGS6M/s1600-h/4169_1163200361493_1272383924_30444541_1331247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhViZL3sBI/AAAAAAAAC0A/ToNSoRgGS6M/s400/4169_1163200361493_1272383924_30444541_1331247_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339111407612309522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we found happiness again =)&lt;br /&gt;not together -_-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABUNERS,&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang kamu brabis. you all are the awesomest friends and im glad to be a part of ze cool family. aku sayang each and everyone of you to the verrrrryyy many =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to PHAT SHAMINAN..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! =)&lt;br /&gt;SAYA SAYANG AWAK BRABIS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry aku inda join kamu esok to that energy fair..&lt;br /&gt;pasal kan, si iman kan tidur =)&lt;br /&gt;BYEE.&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/678038018519563981-2288253389104098419?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/2288253389104098419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/phats-birthday-barbecue-birthday-feat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2288253389104098419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/2288253389104098419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/phats-birthday-barbecue-birthday-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShhWINW9QQI/AAAAAAAAC1A/gWUQMH6XXjM/s72-c/n1050687544_30443185_6759114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7214588966386049117</id><published>2009-05-22T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:48:33.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favorite quote of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook = No Privacy = Seeking Atention = Farhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i sayang you babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-7214588966386049117?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7214588966386049117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favorite-quote-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7214588966386049117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7214588966386049117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favorite-quote-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-8971842240606337458</id><published>2009-05-22T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:45:23.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay i need to get this straighhhhttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 may&lt;/span&gt; - boon's rugby game at 4.&lt;br /&gt;                 phats barbecue birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 may&lt;/span&gt; - spend time with wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 may&lt;/span&gt; - sabee's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 may&lt;/span&gt; - hakeems party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 may&lt;/span&gt; - pretty girls party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANYAKK PARTY. MY GODDAA!!&lt;br /&gt;blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;DH, triple A, i miss you :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-8971842240606337458?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/8971842240606337458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-i-need-to-get-this-straighhhhttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8971842240606337458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/8971842240606337458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-i-need-to-get-this-straighhhhttt.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-6494169019440870038</id><published>2009-05-20T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:44:31.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShS9nqNMnqI/AAAAAAAACz4/p1zIo8KTaQo/s1600-h/4750_1142832179324_1483053928_30373178_4218842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShS9nqNMnqI/AAAAAAAACz4/p1zIo8KTaQo/s400/4750_1142832179324_1483053928_30373178_4218842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338099947383070370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A VERRY DEAR FRIEND OF MINE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;EFAH NABILAH :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sorry we couldn't stay longer or at least til your actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;but hey we were there for your birthday eve kan.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry i couldnt sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;but you know i love you anyways right?&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i got to meet a friend like you :)&lt;br /&gt;tapi no bully bully me lagi ah?&lt;br /&gt;and nanti fee, ten and i will go crash at your place lagi and eat maggi and brownies. hahahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be the one eager to clean up after you all.&lt;br /&gt;hhahaahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;have a verrry goood 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully your year will be alot better than how mine has been.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it to the fullest, cos well it only last one year :P&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeeeee you efaaaaaahhh pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;:))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;other than that, i just got back from the fishy market with the maid.&lt;br /&gt;we were gossipping in the car about stuff. hahaha i love my maid, she is AWESOME!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;okay i wanna shower. i stinky! :(&lt;br /&gt;bye people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh btw thanks to boon, zeem, fee, ten, fah, zam and qew for cheering me up :)&lt;br /&gt;and you too, you know who you are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-6494169019440870038?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/6494169019440870038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-verry-dear-friend-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6494169019440870038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/6494169019440870038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-verry-dear-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShS9nqNMnqI/AAAAAAAACz4/p1zIo8KTaQo/s72-c/4750_1142832179324_1483053928_30373178_4218842_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-1209226953739896372</id><published>2009-05-19T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:16:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, welcome to brunei people!</title><content type='html'>people these days, okay correction, PEOPLE they just never know when to STOP minding other peoples business. its sad. its sickening. its annoying. its just PLAIN SAD. obviously these people who talk about others have no life. i mean, when you think about it, how often do people talk about others, lets see, maybe like ALL THE TIME, if people had better things to do, obviously they wouldnt be talking about others. they'd be talking about themselves altho thats a lil bit too self absorb but still. like people, could do so much more with that amount of time instead of bitching about this and that. want to be part of gossip girl so bad? well guess what, we have our VERY OWN gossip girl, welcome to brunei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-1209226953739896372?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/1209226953739896372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-welcome-to-brunei-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1209226953739896372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/1209226953739896372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-welcome-to-brunei-people.html' title='well, welcome to brunei people!'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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-678038018519563981.post-4375012933345596185</id><published>2009-05-17T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:07:38.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOTTED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShAZpEXKjdI/AAAAAAAACzw/nda8ysCDUnI/s1600-h/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShAZpEXKjdI/AAAAAAAACzw/nda8ysCDUnI/s400/DSC_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336793751770271186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farhan says:&lt;br /&gt;spotted I and F in coffee bean&lt;br /&gt;Hobo says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Hobo says:&lt;br /&gt;DUDE YOU WATCH TOOO MUCH GG!&lt;br /&gt;Farhan says:&lt;br /&gt;curiousity can kill eyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youcrackmeuplikecrazy.&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/678038018519563981-4375012933345596185?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/4375012933345596185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/spotted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4375012933345596185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/4375012933345596185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/spotted.html' title='SPOTTED.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/ShAZpEXKjdI/AAAAAAAACzw/nda8ysCDUnI/s72-c/DSC_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-7589833235346565241</id><published>2009-05-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:53:28.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL, SHMOOTBALL.</title><content type='html'>i swear to god, i have no idea why people watch football. like zeem quoted "yang kamu brabis pikirkan dorang kenapa? ada dorang pikirkan kamu kan?" hahahaha. i totally agree. unlike other girls, i'm not a big fan of those hunky boys. sure i support liverpool, but thats basically cos i was madly inlove with michael owen. hahaha yes im not up to date with the football players. i mean i do enjoy watching football, but not the game, more to like how sakai the people are when they watch it. cali wah. and how gila those hunky boys on the field trying to run after THE BALL. hahahaha. sorry, i just woke up and i dont know what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other than that, i had a great night last night with ten, fee, ayun, hans, faz, zeem, boon and rif.&lt;br /&gt;it was all gooood :)&lt;br /&gt;coffeebean was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg_dRw7uRAI/AAAAAAAACzQ/rcefNeD6v_M/s1600-h/4169_1163199361468_1272383924_30444535_4604124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg_dRw7uRAI/AAAAAAAACzQ/rcefNeD6v_M/s400/4169_1163199361468_1272383924_30444535_4604124_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336727380720239618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay im hungry, yet, again.&lt;br /&gt;and shit exams are in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;motherhumpingsuckingpersonwholikestojumparoundchasingbananas&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg_dSOlQN5I/AAAAAAAACzY/OQI-Tpglyeo/s1600-h/4169_1163200361493_1272383924_30444541_1331247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg_dSOlQN5I/AAAAAAAACzY/OQI-Tpglyeo/s400/4169_1163200361493_1272383924_30444541_1331247_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336727388679059346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happiness is somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;but dont go looking for it,&lt;br /&gt;it'll come to you when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;none the less, i'm smiling again :)&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/678038018519563981-7589833235346565241?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/7589833235346565241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-swear-to-god-i-have-no-idea-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7589833235346565241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/7589833235346565241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-swear-to-god-i-have-no-idea-why.html' title='FOOTBALL, SHMOOTBALL.'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg_dRw7uRAI/AAAAAAAACzQ/rcefNeD6v_M/s72-c/4169_1163199361468_1272383924_30444535_4604124_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-5739980430951466860</id><published>2009-05-15T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:47:54.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES FROM MENDA'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lOPWPAHI/AAAAAAAACy8/PeQBaKqcQlY/s1600-h/4231_1069460613597_1138533126_30159422_6948742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lOPWPAHI/AAAAAAAACy8/PeQBaKqcQlY/s400/4231_1069460613597_1138533126_30159422_6948742_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032428816269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone was watching emily rose so we five decided to scare the shit out of em but only the white ghost succeeded. it was still good tho. we had fun with the face paint! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lNw1E4VI/AAAAAAAACy0/f9mI8toQrpE/s1600-h/4231_1069460173586_1138533126_30159411_3675750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lNw1E4VI/AAAAAAAACy0/f9mI8toQrpE/s400/4231_1069460173586_1138533126_30159411_3675750_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032420624130386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ONE OF MENDA'S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY CAKES. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lN92GayI/AAAAAAAACys/XvtFHBIae5g/s1600-h/4231_1069459973581_1138533126_30159406_6420320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lN92GayI/AAAAAAAACys/XvtFHBIae5g/s400/4231_1069459973581_1138533126_30159406_6420320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032424118086434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lN5Z6K5I/AAAAAAAACyk/PDom3knTKDw/s1600-h/4231_1069459933580_1138533126_30159405_7710108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lN5Z6K5I/AAAAAAAACyk/PDom3knTKDw/s400/4231_1069459933580_1138533126_30159405_7710108_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032422926101394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more of the people. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1mgic5I/AAAAAAAACyc/rnTTpQ0XxuQ/s1600-h/4231_1069459453568_1138533126_30159393_6204071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1mgic5I/AAAAAAAACyc/rnTTpQ0XxuQ/s400/4231_1069459453568_1138533126_30159393_6204071_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032005536773010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday girl and ka pinah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1n0vrHI/AAAAAAAACyU/kp8WrICKJLA/s1600-h/4231_1069459413567_1138533126_30159392_8092948_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1n0vrHI/AAAAAAAACyU/kp8WrICKJLA/s400/4231_1069459413567_1138533126_30159392_8092948_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032005889961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I SEE CLEAVAGE! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1TPiAyI/AAAAAAAACyM/yK2kSVaxI38/s1600-h/4231_1069459373566_1138533126_30159391_4065494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1TPiAyI/AAAAAAAACyM/yK2kSVaxI38/s400/4231_1069459373566_1138533126_30159391_4065494_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032000365167394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ruby's attempt of trying to grab my boob. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1HOXzRI/AAAAAAAACx8/vSCoGU5Zyd8/s1600-h/4231_1069459213562_1138533126_30159387_3476462_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1k1HOXzRI/AAAAAAAACx8/vSCoGU5Zyd8/s400/4231_1069459213562_1138533126_30159387_3476462_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336031997139078418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people i sayang alot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dIDjRvNI/AAAAAAAACx0/_QhGnL8d2wg/s1600-h/4231_1069459173561_1138533126_30159386_1152780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dIDjRvNI/AAAAAAAACx0/_QhGnL8d2wg/s400/4231_1069459173561_1138533126_30159386_1152780_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336023526477511890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nunu's surprise for menda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dIIO6oLI/AAAAAAAACxs/Jqu7OVzIamw/s1600-h/4231_1069459133560_1138533126_30159385_5661860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dIIO6oLI/AAAAAAAACxs/Jqu7OVzIamw/s400/4231_1069459133560_1138533126_30159385_5661860_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336023527734288562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dH0Fnm1I/AAAAAAAACxk/j7J0q0ef9QY/s1600-h/4231_1069459053558_1138533126_30159383_53365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dH0Fnm1I/AAAAAAAACxk/j7J0q0ef9QY/s400/4231_1069459053558_1138533126_30159383_53365_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336023522326584146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hadi gone wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dHyagoQI/AAAAAAAACxc/d4e14QIn6S0/s1600-h/4231_1069459013557_1138533126_30159382_1522109_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dHyagoQI/AAAAAAAACxc/d4e14QIn6S0/s400/4231_1069459013557_1138533126_30159382_1522109_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336023521877336322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruby was trying to trick menda into believing that ruby got in trouble with the manager of the hotel so ruby got this busboy to help us out. told menda that the manager wanted to see menda. boii was she scared or what! hahaha. and when she went out, SURPRISEEE! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dHjU1b1I/AAAAAAAACxU/p-gHuy8qf5o/s1600-h/4231_1069458973556_1138533126_30159381_7460578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1dHjU1b1I/AAAAAAAACxU/p-gHuy8qf5o/s400/4231_1069458973556_1138533126_30159381_7460578_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336023517827002194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AYUNS SURPRISE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cPPhD5aI/AAAAAAAACxM/ygZ-ni1HtXk/s1600-h/4231_1069458933555_1138533126_30159380_4838695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cPPhD5aI/AAAAAAAACxM/ygZ-ni1HtXk/s400/4231_1069458933555_1138533126_30159380_4838695_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336022550436898210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cPCe7xDI/AAAAAAAACxE/F0YIETRXTvU/s1600-h/4231_1069458853553_1138533126_30159378_8081197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cPCe7xDI/AAAAAAAACxE/F0YIETRXTvU/s400/4231_1069458853553_1138533126_30159378_8081197_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336022546938315826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again, zeemo's photography always makes me look good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cPDbBsVI/AAAAAAAACw8/0Aqbyc1CB8s/s1600-h/4231_1069458773551_1138533126_30159376_1914965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cPDbBsVI/AAAAAAAACw8/0Aqbyc1CB8s/s400/4231_1069458773551_1138533126_30159376_1914965_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336022547190362450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hadi, ayun and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cOz6CXwI/AAAAAAAACw0/DrFGw17Y73k/s1600-h/4231_1069458733550_1138533126_30159375_2171738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cOz6CXwI/AAAAAAAACw0/DrFGw17Y73k/s400/4231_1069458733550_1138533126_30159375_2171738_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336022543025463042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;squishing is fun. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cO_tdpLI/AAAAAAAACws/Bj1VjoLYKgY/s1600-h/4231_1069458813552_1138533126_30159377_2541857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1cO_tdpLI/AAAAAAAACws/Bj1VjoLYKgY/s400/4231_1069458813552_1138533126_30159377_2541857_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336022546193949874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im strong enough to carry a guy! awesome! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lON7ITgI/AAAAAAAACzE/Ipn2s9lw3Bw/s1600-h/2864_1058301694631_1138533126_30135595_7497750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lON7ITgI/AAAAAAAACzE/Ipn2s9lw3Bw/s400/2864_1058301694631_1138533126_30135595_7497750_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336032428434148866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... and this was at fee's house for tens surprise thing.&lt;br /&gt;where i discovered my obsession for confetti. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"do you know how to touch a girl?"&lt;/span&gt;&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/678038018519563981-5739980430951466860?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/5739980430951466860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-from-mendas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5739980430951466860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/5739980430951466860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-from-mendas.html' title='PICTURES FROM MENDA&apos;S'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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/_d39C6kZnJfI/Sg1lOPWPAHI/AAAAAAAACy8/PeQBaKqcQlY/s72-c/4231_1069460613597_1138533126_30159422_6948742_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678038018519563981.post-3429192132378496659</id><published>2009-05-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:46:09.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because you're what i call "different"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to feel that happiness i once felt.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i think i did.&lt;br /&gt;for a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sabuners.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the room 612 geng.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the panats family.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the four kettleteers.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my pte girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby, forget about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678038018519563981-3429192132378496659?l=pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/feeds/3429192132378496659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-youre-what-i-call-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3429192132378496659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678038018519563981/posts/default/3429192132378496659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkmonkey07.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-youre-what-i-call-different.html' title='because you&apos;re what i call &quot;different&quot;'/><author><name>Iman Azma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10574802294720169841</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></feed>
