<?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-9594380</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:30:21.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Error 404: URL Changed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113601430552229999</id><published>2005-12-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:02.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. Look out. It's me. And, i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stroke at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113601430552229999?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113601430552229999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113601430552229999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/heh_31.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113587433890578659</id><published>2005-12-30T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*I must stick wit u....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ouh, i feel like i'm needed. Hah. I received more emails than i received friend requests at Friendster. Haha. Really. Now i can forward all the stupid spams to all of those who gave me their emails. Muahaha. Lol. Sungguh merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well haha, thanks again for those who gave me their emails. Heh. Tidak ku sangka aku laku. Heh. I really appreciate it alot. Not that i don wanna go over to your site and tagged u guys, it's just that i jus that i prefer people to bloghop into mine instead of me going into them. Heh. Unless that person has the most interesting site and entries that kept me coming back for more. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. I just received more emails TETAPI not all. But have no fear, ANIES IS HERE. Chey. The time will come and you will know where to find me. Heh. I watched KING KONG just now, heh. Sungguh bagus. Not that sungguh but it was worth the money. Heh. I don have the slightest idea of why some think that the show is sucky. Wah! No taste meh? Doink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok love u all. Heh. Gue sudah ngantok. Ok. Friday work. Saturday, Sungday and Monday off. Woohoo. Long weekends again. Yea! It pays not to work on weekends and public holidays. Taaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot something. I should remember it but somehow while waiting for the bloody page to upload i forgot what im supposed to say. Bodoh. Arh! Whatever it is, I will come visiting your site again this weekend for the last time as myself. Chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over sak aku. Macam mane nyer famous aje. Haha. *pukes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113587433890578659?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113587433890578659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113587433890578659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-must-stick-wit-u.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113570118775760662</id><published>2005-12-28T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:02.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes.. Heh. Finally a chance to update. Heh. This job ey is tiring me out. Haha. Well, I, have decided to cut off my tagboard. Yes. Thanks to all those for making the decision &lt;s&gt;for&lt;/s&gt; with me. Heh. I love u. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, yes i am still going to change the URL. Heh. Yes yes, i will email u the new URL. Heh. Aiyoh. Takut nah i never tell u all. Haha. *giggles* So whoever i do not email you, maaf banyak2. Tell me ok. Make ur email address visible to my NAKED EYES. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads to write but am too shagged. Gendeng. Heh. 4 more days to go. Whee. Then 2006. What an ugly year. i mean, 2006.. Heh. Not nice like that the year. Oh well. Nite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's nagging already. Hah. I'm 19, and with an income of my own, yet i get nagged at every night. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS : Adeq went for a one night camp. Oh the bliss. The whole king sized bed to myslef and my big big butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113570118775760662?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113570118775760662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113570118775760662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113550705074087456</id><published>2005-12-25T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouh i was thinking to take out the tagboard too. Heh. How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113550705074087456?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113550705074087456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113550705074087456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouh-i-was-thinking-to-take-out.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113549582369926268</id><published>2005-12-25T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya. Duh. Take note. I was actually planning to change my URL of this site due to obscure reasons. Heh. Suddenly due to a person's affirmation to being a reader of my blog, i suddenly feel so... nauseate. I don't know why. Not that i don like anyone reading this blog, after all, it is a public blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's.. HER. I can't. I couldn't possibly. I CANNOT. If i let this URL stays, that means i have to confine all my thoughts in a bottle and wait till i meet Gembz` and tell him everything. But that would make me look all read and bursting like Santa Claus. I DON WAN THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new URL i'll be giving it via Email, Phone calls, SMS-es and possibly Snail Mails. Hah. Kidding. Nah. I'll be emailing. OR u can find me thru bloghopping. Hey, u never know who might be linked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* Anyhoolies, I'll be keeping this URL till 1st January 2006. Make that 31st December 2005, at the stroke of 2 in the morning. Heh. Cause i'll be out, prolly with half of the other Singaporeans celebrating New Year. No no. Not PARTYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna catch the fireworks as told by Kak Chikine. I've never seen fireworks since i last saw it on Tv last National Day. Now all i need is someone who can spend the night with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i am hungry and lacking of nutrients (read:fats) in my body. I called Canadian Pizza. Heh. Alermak. The operator so very the lembut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am. *giggle*."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMF. I feel like im talking a girl. Heh. So long he doesnt take too much time getting the pizza over cause im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113549582369926268?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113549582369926268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113549582369926268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113548565497653688</id><published>2005-12-25T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/yellow.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a cheerful, upbeat blogger who tends to make everyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great storyteller, and the first to post the latest funny link.&lt;br /&gt;You're also friendly and welcoming to everyone who comments on your blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ajer. What utter nonsense. Heh. But i still took the quiz. Because i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113548565497653688?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113548565497653688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113548565497653688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-blog-should-be-yellow-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113543731023142130</id><published>2005-12-24T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting qoutations</title><content type='html'>Now now. I went bloghopping today. Minimal talks MAXIMUM coverage on qoutations. Heh. Discovered some interesting facts abt people, food, people that i don know and more people that i really DON know. Oh since i have absolute nothingness to update today. I will qoute from other people's blog. I like what they write in theirs. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Gone are the days when people used to date people because they were actually interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to worry about - see, sometimes people date people because they're bored, because they're horny, because they want revenge, because they want to show off, because they just want to dump someone ... anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is so complicated and I don't see the thrill. It's gotten to a point that most of the time, by the time someone wants to show me his cards, I already feel like quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone else out there who is sick and tired of playing these games? I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather disturbed when someone said that he thinks success will draw girls to him, and that that would be a time when he'd like to be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what incentive does this person's partner have to be there for him, while he attains this success, knowing that his success could eventually lead to their downfall? What if he wants a break-up when he finds someone prettier, someone more successful? Or it may not even be about quality but quantity - he may not even find someone better than the girl he's with, but he may just be tempted by the sheer number of girls who will be drawn to him."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://die_my_darling.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Liy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I read blogs of girls who are helplessly infatuated with their partners, to the point that they baby-talk and call each other cuteshy baby names and I want to shake them by the shoulders and say, "SNAP OUT OF IT! Before it's too late!" "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://die_my_darling.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Liy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This i have to agree. Heh. I really cant stand these girls being infatuated with their boyfriends and calling each other baby-ish names. Heh. No offense tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"men are like prawns, you can't keep them too long and there's always one sebalik the batu."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.happygreenbutterfly.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Sal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Now that is interesting. Haha. I like her. Her and Liy. Both best of friends. Always qouting one another. Having the wittiest comments and having the most excellent jobs. Heh. Proves girl power out there.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Now i sound cheesy. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me. Spend my day yesterday with &lt;a href="http://lilshah.blogspot.com" target="_new"&gt;Shah&lt;/a&gt;. Had dinner with him after work. Made him waited for about 1/2 hour before reaching Orchard. Him being the fickle minded man, changed places from Lau Pa Sat to Sakura to idon'tknowwhattheplaceiscalled. Heh. At Far East. Sungguh alot of people. SUNGGUH RIMAS. BENCI. Tapi takpe. Shah came limping from Tampines to Town just to have dinner with me and catch up on the old times. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old times kaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of fun. Talked alot. ESPECIALLY him. Damn mouth like motorboat u know. Always coming up with jokes and making me laugh. *shakes head* He knows i laugh like hyena everytime i am with him. I laugh without a care for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gives a STUCK UP face. Do i look like i care what u people think?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And he loves calling me his bitch. Nayneh. Haha. Bluek. Yes i know that my mouth very the laser out of control but aiyoh, like tak biasa plak. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids. Can never have enough of them. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113543731023142130?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113543731023142130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113543731023142130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/interesting-qoutations.html' title='Interesting qoutations'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113526522511183446</id><published>2005-12-22T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate hates me today</title><content type='html'>Can you believe the nerve of me?! Boohoo. I'm supposed to meet up with Kak Chikine today for dinner. But fate wasnt by my side. I texted her in the morning asking whether the dinner is still on or not. But i do not received her messages at all. Ugh. And me being the dumb one never texted or called her, cause i was assuming that she was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited and waited and waited. Still never call. Heh. I mean, i wasnt being myself today. I knew my attitude was different tonight, cause usually i will call that person if he/she never arrived to meet me on time. But i don know how come i didnt call Kak Chikine tonight. Like never crossed my mind at all. Padahal nga waiting for her. How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It seemed that both of us were at the same place, same time, wandering and roaming like lost souls and both also didn't want to disturb the other party by calling, so decided to wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid us...!!!! Ngok betul lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tak dapat see face to face with my dearest adek...*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tulah lain kali call jgn main msg-msg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's funny tau..as i had sent msges to her earlier in the afternoon but she didn't receive it. I guess it's really fated that we were not supposed to meet on that particular day..*LOL* Bad karma maybe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://plainnaive.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Kak Chikine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sooooo paiseh. At last Kak Chikine gave in, i think, and texted me telling me that she already went home. Ler. I called her asap, but takkan nak ask her to patah alik. Heh. It's ok. I don mind. What to do right.. Huish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry! I think fate don wan ask to meet tonight. Sungguh tak baik seh. Heh. Takper well, if this Sunday, i'm invited then i follow you go trekking okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Dewie and Wan on my way home just now. Heh. Sungguh cute lah dorang. Heh. Dewie wants to find a job in a bank, like me. Well girl, i'll try my best okay? Heh. Insyallah. Tak janji but i will try. But hey, one thing for sure, i DO NOT work in a BANK. Not the counting money all that. Heh. I'm under Credit and Trade Finance Dept. And not the same as Accounts. Heh. Oh never mind. When i see you, i'll explain more. Heh. Nice talking to you in the middle of the road tadi. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113526522511183446?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113526522511183446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113526522511183446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/fate-hates-me-today.html' title='Fate hates me today'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113500065189325025</id><published>2005-12-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimalas</title><content type='html'>I hate the Lemsip commercial. Bedek sia. Whoever watches that commercial, takkan tak terfikir seh. So very the lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sungguh the lapar. I miss my three meals a day. &lt;em&gt;breakfastlunchdinner&lt;/em&gt;. Heh. No wonder i big big. Nevermind. Since i started this job, so freaking lazy to go out. Padahal the makan store is beside my building. Alaa. So lazy. Tak sanggup. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok aku bored. Nak watch The 70s show and Las Vegas and Project Runway. K go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gerek. My house sudden blackout. Right in the middle of my show. Final Finale lagik. Huish. No fair. Sungguh. It's my whole block. Alermak. Spoil the daun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113500065189325025?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113500065189325025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113500065189325025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/pimalas.html' title='Pimalas'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113491931649872630</id><published>2005-12-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biler aku nya turn?</title><content type='html'>Now now. Had a tiff with Gembz` late last night. Must be the hormones (read:menses). Today ader alot of people getting married, my friend's bro (which i went), Diah Mastura, and a whole more bunch of people which i really cant seem to remember. Heh. The wedding was simple and very family oriented. Heh. Sungguh the nice. Located at Clementi. Met my work colleague, Noreen. Well she was the girlfriend of my friend's brother.  Heh. Sungguh the small lah the world. Too bad i have no pictures to show, seems that i just noticed today, of all the years i was with Gembz`, he DO NOT have the talent of taking pictures. Wah. The nerve sia. Now i wouldn't let him near my Lumix. Sungguh tak boleh. Not a talented photographer he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uish. Didnt spend the whole day at home. Went out with Gembz` and well, we went to Tampines. For the fun of it. Heh. Went shopping for little stuffs for my desk. Bought a few things here and there. Damn it was crowded there, sungguh macam town area la. Rimas. But aper kan daya. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow another Monday blues. Or will i have it? Heh. These few years i haven't actually had the Monday blues, but then again, things do change. Sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113491931649872630?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113491931649872630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113491931649872630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/biler-aku-nya-turn.html' title='Biler aku nya turn?'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113480822783491103</id><published>2005-12-17T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so happy us.</title><content type='html'>Oh ok. So now my blog sungguh look the dull. And the font is sungguh the small. Nevermind. Anyone cannot read find the online magnifying glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Mother bought the Motorola Rzr Pink. Cish. Sungguh tanak kalah. Now almost all of the family members ada new phone. Alahai. Sungguh kaya kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother : Motorola Rzr Pink&lt;br /&gt;Me : O2 Xda 2 Mini&lt;br /&gt;Era : Panasonic VS2&lt;br /&gt;Ewan : Motorola ROKR Model E1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Sungguh happy bulan ini. Heh. I'll put up the pic later tonight. Right now i feel like, erm, eating ice cream. Yumz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113480822783491103?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113480822783491103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113480822783491103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-so-happy-us.html' title='Oh so happy us.'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113479183643042310</id><published>2005-12-17T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Finally end of the week reached. Yes Kak Chikine, Friday is here. Yea! Now i know the feeling of TGIF. Heh. &lt;em&gt;Itulah selalunya sebok kena keje weekends. Salesline lah katakan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omf. This better be a good weekend. I now do not like OK YOK LET'S GO weekends. Cish kebab tol! So anyone wants to meet up tell me two to one week in advance. Senang keje ako. Takya nak kelam kabut, heh. At least i can decide which day i can OT my work. I have &lt;em&gt;belambak&lt;/em&gt; work now. No more on the dot go off for dating. Or clubbing. Or mating. Heh. Now i have to be a good girl and suck up to the BIG BOSS. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperwork piling siak at work. Somehow even though i do not meet the previous staff before me, i hate her already. You know why, she &lt;em&gt;asal suka hati mak bapak dier peh office&lt;/em&gt; and throw all the junk of paperwork into one file without checking the reference numbers or whatsoever. Makes my job twice as much. I want a fast job. Now i have to do filing. Twice as much. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelapanya orang&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, on Wednesday, Gembz` picked me up from work. Heh, being the selenge him, i told him to exit at Exit E instead of F. But he exited at F thus he timbul at the other side. He walked and walked. Timbul again, now in front of CPF Building. From there, he cannot walked anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason&lt;/strong&gt; : He gave up on finding my office building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, my building is just behing CPF Building sia. MENGAPA AWAK SUNGGUH BUTA!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kambing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we went to eat at Lau Pa Sat for the SAKE of him, not going there since eons ago. [Oh that reminds me. I missed my Aeon Flux show. Nahney. He's supposed to bring me. Grr.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First thing first, I noticed that more Mats are accumulating there, working, and now there is added entertainment. Seems that we sat at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong viewing. Heh. There was line dancing happening and the view was.. &lt;em&gt;Sungguh tak menyelerahkan. &lt;/em&gt;But what can we do? We have already ordered. The pain. The agony. Of seeing them, hearing them. FEELING THEM. Argh! Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, i went out with Arsyad. Heh. My long lost fren of 5 years. After not meeting him for 2 years, damn he's grown darker. Heh. What u do sia? Sunburnt yourself? Heh. My long lost crush. My long lost friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 years of friendship. 2 years of suka-dia-tapi-dier-tak-dapat-the-hint. The rest of the years was buat-bodoh-sua. Heh. Oh well, Adeq Farina having a gathering at Esplanade Rooftop. Alermak girl, of all places. First no lights coverage there. What can you see there? Its all dark. &lt;em&gt;Kalau nak tekmo2 can la. &lt;/em&gt;But ish. It's ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey, &lt;s&gt;met&lt;/s&gt; terserempak with my dear friend, Fairuz. Now i don't really like putting names but without pics but this has to be an exception. Because i didn't bring along my cam out today. Heh. Tell me, who in the right mind will bring the cam to work everyday? I wouldn't. &lt;em&gt;Kalau murah takper.&lt;/em&gt; Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well. It was a shock. Very. Ish. This Arsyad took too long in the bathroom. MAIN SABUN KE. Heh. U definitely took your own bloody sweet time. Heh. First, you made me wait 2 hours AT TOWN ALONE for you to arrive. Then u went to the toilet and PLAY WITH SOAP. Heh. I'm just assuming here. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The night was beautiful. Why must it be always pretty when im with you ar! Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. Penat typing now. Heh. And i actually forgot what to write next. Too much conversations with Kak Chikine. Adeq is making a new skin for me. I need a change. Heh. I NEED A CHANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113479183643042310?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113479183643042310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113479183643042310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113475458431479346</id><published>2005-12-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:01.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know. i know. damn, i didn't realise that i have not been updating for the last 3 days. And i thought it was only for 2 days. Ish. Something's wrong with me. I'll update tomoro. Heh. The long awaited entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113475458431479346?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113475458431479346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113475458431479346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113448705542788448</id><published>2005-12-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay. First day of work was ok lah. Boleh tahan. Reached to the place around a few minutes before being officially labelled LATE COMER. Heh. Ok gak tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The place is located at Shenton Way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The mrt station is Tanjong Pagar, Exit D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The trip : Bloody irritating sia. Kimek. No wonder i don't like the morning rush. Oh and also evening rush. Human traffics are worst than vehicle traffics. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Met HR. Got allocated to Trade Finance Department. Heh. Gerek la tu. Eh eh. Fyi, i didn't get bored so i didn't get to eat those office phones. Same goes to impaling myself with pencils. But that has a different reason. Cause i don have pencils yet. Heh. Pencils too kontol to impale myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Overall, it was nice. Pandai jaga diri uh. Ala. Normal. Working life. Heh. But being the youngest girl working there, made me feel ?unlucky?. Haish. Maybe no friend yet. I have Noreen. The ex-colleague's second elder brother's girlfriend. Heh. Same department. My mentor. Hmm small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Work is most definitely not too tough. I like actually. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Miss me anyone? Heh. Hello to Amalina for dropping by my site ey. Tidakku sangka u will drop by. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh oh oh. And i hate &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; men who thinks that they are cute/handsome/charming etc, padahal muka cam kene scrapped lori taik babi. MENYAMPAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113448705542788448?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113448705542788448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113448705542788448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113431270844526011</id><published>2005-12-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am scared shitless for tomorrow. Farking scared. Maybe if i get too bored, i can start eating the office phones and impaling myself with pencils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113431270844526011?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113431270844526011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113431270844526011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-scared-shitless-for-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113427970515752711</id><published>2005-12-11T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huh. I may be of not qualifications or enough education credit to find a proper job, but that does not mean that i do not have the initiative to find a job for myself. Which one do u rather want me to do, slack and home and menghabiskan duit dan makanan kau, or find a job and tend to my own self? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, you don have to discredit me anymore. It's not that all this while i have been clinging onto u for cash. I may not be werking but i rarely asked cash from u. Oh nevermind. Whatever lah eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, i have 2 people tagging me? Heh. Let me see, my adeq, Era, and Farah! Heh. Am i missing anyone else who tagged me? Haha. Well fyi, i just did that tag game maybe last month, so for the sake my sayangs here, i will copy and paste that entry. But i will do up only 5 points about me ok instead of 10. Wow. Thats alot. Heh. Oh and another thing i have already passed that to other people so i will just state 5 points and not passed it around ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of e game&lt;br /&gt;1. post 5 weird/ random things abt yrself.&lt;br /&gt;2. at e end of the quiz, list e name of the 5 people who u wan next to do this and leave a comment " u are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yr blog. 5 weird things abt me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here goes; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a big flirt but my heart sticks to only one.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get the thrill when i hurt a guy emotionally but only to those who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am very &lt;em&gt;janji-melayu &lt;/em&gt;to certain people. So don't be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Yes, i ride bikes. Illegally. To those who asked.&lt;br /&gt;5. I do not cam whore. Utterly stupid. Will do it unless forced to. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When i see bikers with bikes that i like, i get totally swooned over the bikes instead of the riders.&lt;br /&gt;7. I like big bikes, big cars, big trucks but not big men. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;8. i secretly adore T. Oh *swoons*. Kak Chikine you should know who...&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a thing for guys with cute face, cute butt.&lt;br /&gt;10. You may think that u know all of me, but you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i have to dedicate an entry about my secret wish. What do i wish for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113427970515752711?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113427970515752711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113427970515752711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/huh.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113422274704776034</id><published>2005-12-10T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am watching Miss World 2005 right now at Star World. Ooof! Some are really pretty, some are extremely vampire-ish (read:hideous). Macam ink tanak klua jacket opis aku. ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113422274704776034?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113422274704776034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113422274704776034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/am-watching-miss-world-2005-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113419410133604013</id><published>2005-12-10T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh sure, the best way to start the day early in the morning is to go straight to the toilet. Without U-turns. Freaking diarrhoea. Make my stomach berkeroncong only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don think i can even remember the other times i had this diarrhoea. A waste in my weekends. Eeee. An ultimate bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lying down on my bed, trying to sleep the pain away but heh, Gembz` decided to humour me. But it was accidental. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe u have die ria la. Pi tido. hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, it's called diarrhoea. And i was awoken from sleep by u. Ish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks me up eveytime i read that sms. Sampai terdelete. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113419410133604013?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113419410133604013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113419410133604013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-sure-best-way-to-start-day-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113412735322175130</id><published>2005-12-09T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i got a job. Finally. Heh. Three months of boredom. This Monday i'm starting my work. Where? At a certain bank. Heh. Sometimes we need the qualifications to have jobs. But sometimes, just sometimes, bubbly personality does have its charms. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some of my friends, sorry if i couldnt meet up with u guys. Just that my week is packed full with engagements and well, sorry once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Gembz` again. He managed to wake up early and accompany me to my office for a while. Got all the necessary documents ready for this Monday. All set to start work. Had lunch at Amara Hotel. Went down to Marina Square, intending to meet up with Era and Farina, my sis and lil cousin respectively. But took such a long time to meet up. Spent the time bowling and gosh, i suck. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since i last touched a bowling ball. Made a fool out of myself but enjoyed it all the same. I think we spent more time idling rather than playing. Thought of waiting for my sis, but oh so slow. Went for a manicure while waiting. Still have not arrive. Huish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my nails look nice and presentable. Heh. I am really getting used to these manicures and pedicures. So the mentel. But i like. Heh. Well, now i am at home. Slacking. So tired. I'm getting more mood swings than the swings swinging at the playground. Ish. Poor Gembz` for getting shouted, pushed around, sarcasms everything. Sorry dear. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh my library book's date dued. Bodoh. Everytime i bring that book along when i go out, i didn't even went to the library. When i didn't bring the book along with me, i went to the library. Ish. Deng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113412735322175130?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113412735322175130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113412735322175130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-i-got-job.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113396432118434910</id><published>2005-12-07T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. Lovely &lt;a href="http://sketchbook-.blogspot.com" target="_new"&gt;Syazwani&lt;/a&gt; wants to see the clip i mentioned earlier in the entry. Heh. So here i am putting that clip up. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0WSPrlGjhU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0WSPrlGjhU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of u enjoy the clip eh. Ouh. I am looking forward to America's Next Top Model later. Very tired. Very nauseous. Heh. Too much smoke i guess. Grr. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113396432118434910?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113396432118434910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113396432118434910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/heh_07.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113392973893210047</id><published>2005-12-07T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was wasting my time till i meet Gembz` later at 230pm, heh. Came across YouTube something. Heh. Was browsing thru when i decided to search under ghosts. The itchy me. Picked one video out of hundreds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring intently into the screen. Quiet scene. And suddenly this bloody pranskter jumped out and basically empowered me and my latop with his stupid hideous mask. I was bloody shocked and my small dainty heart was beating fast. Knn. Hah. Was shocked out of my wits. My guts and everything spilled out. Basketball betul. Am resisting the urge to put it in here, but that means im going to see it everytime i login to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. Not taking any chances. I think i have enough shock to last me the whole day, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hold on, im on the phone...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE AN INTERVIEW. WEEE! SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish me luck* sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113392973893210047?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113392973893210047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113392973893210047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-wasting-my-time-till-i-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113385391119545719</id><published>2005-12-06T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was bored so decided to browse through Friendster. Heh. I put up a search with my name on it. "aniEs". Wow, turned out that there is alot of anies out there, especially in Malaysia and Indonesia. Heh. Does this bring any coincidence why people sometimes mistaken me for a foreigner here in Singapore? Is it because of my name or how i look? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. And i noticed that majority da berdakwa. Oopz maybe it's time for me too. Not because they are wearing and i have too. But for reasons which i cant reveal here. Heh. Sooner or later i will be wearing. Hopefully when the time comes i am open. Fully open to being very religious. But now, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after days of being lazy, i finally picked my butt out of this chair and went down to Alexandra to pick up Mother's phone. Heh. That is with the help of Father. He sent me there. There is no need to waste my EzLink value. Heh. Good. Next left is my SCV remote. Heh. Tomoro, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113385391119545719?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113385391119545719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113385391119545719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/was-bored-so-decided-to-browse-through.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113377125675248934</id><published>2005-12-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep pining for the wrong type of guys. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113377125675248934?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113377125675248934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113377125675248934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-keep-pining-for-wrong-type-of-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113376760212550871</id><published>2005-12-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:05:00.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>oh i never go out. heh. lazy. im on hibernation (read:pimalas). tomoro then i change the stupid remote. JENG JENG JENG. that's me. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113376760212550871?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113376760212550871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113376760212550871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113375620175569316</id><published>2005-12-05T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eee.. I think this skin is ugly. Heh. Later when i free i change again. Heh. Today stuffs to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exchange SCV remote control which i have been postponing since eons.&lt;br /&gt;- Take back my mumsie's Mitsubishi cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;- Window shopping. Anyone wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly sia this skin. Heh. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113375620175569316?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113375620175569316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113375620175569316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/eee.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113366758364664836</id><published>2005-12-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Oookay its been I don remember how many days i never update. Cam malas gitu. Heh. Tapi ntah eh. Somehow or rather, i cant find the mood to update. Biler pat luar, terfikir-fikir nak update aper seme, tapi biler da ampai umah, satu benda haprak pon tak buat. Berangan banyak la ni budak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam i went for terlalu terhegeh anni dinner. Baru setahun da nak anni dinner. Wadeva. I makan pat Pizza Hut. Sedap seh. Wahh. Heh. Naik kembung perut i nak kene abiskan pizza yg kite order. Si Gembz` nie world nah kate dier lapar, sekali makanan banyak datang. makan sikit jer da kenyang. Kentot betul. I yg kene abiskan makanan. Eee. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapikan gerek uh. Sekali sekala klua makan dinner and spending time ngan Gembz`. Bukannya selalu. Jarang. Member da keje, i plak. Takut jln2 pat Bugis. Heh. Takut terserempak plak Ex lagi satu. Dia pon plak keje pat Bugis, tapi bahagian opis. TAPI I takut laa. Heh. I da putus ngan dier setahun lebih tapi dier tanak menghilangkan diri ni. Ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai aku amek drastic measures, I changed my handphone number seh. Ish. Rindu seh pat my old number, tapi aper kan daya, Gembz` jealous lah. Heh. Walaupon i kate i takde hubungan langsung, dier tetap tak caya. Bukan tak caya i, tak caya my Ex. Alermak ni budak. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kan, nak tulis something tau tentang something. Tapi orang tu baca la blog i. Nak minta korang comment, tapi kan canne. Haish. Terpaksa batalkan niat seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Notice tak i kept writing in Malay. Hehe. Somehow or rather, i feel lazy to write everything in English for this entry. Heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm feeling a tad better now. After letting the Malay in me out in the above paragraphs. Heh. Now im blogging in simple English. In 2 weeks, i have 2 cousins getting married, 1 getting engaged for the period of 2 years. Wow. Heh. What a week. Out of the two newly wedded couple, one of them which is from my father's side, she married her own lecturer. Wow. That's the first actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't u all curious as to which Polytechnic both of them are from? Heh. Very tempted to tell, since majority of my friends are studying in that school. Heh. Wat a stroke of luck between my cousin and this lecturer. Heh. Hmm, the school is located at Westside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have to go. Cousin getting engaged in a few hours time. Need to clean up the house, get ready and reach her house by 3pm. Huish. And my tummy rumbling. So hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113366758364664836?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113366758364664836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113366758364664836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/12/oookay-its-been-i-don-remember-how.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113336481439350183</id><published>2005-11-30T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with Mats and Minahs here? I mean, i can't walk in peace without them &lt;s&gt;staring&lt;/s&gt; looking at us. Oh nevermind. Waste of my energy typing out about them. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mother at Queenstown as we were heading towards Mitsubishi Service Center. Typical problem; handphone spoilt. After that, we headed to Jurong East to pay off some credit card bills. I notice 2 &lt;em&gt;Bapoks&lt;/em&gt;. Let's call them Hershey 1 and Hershey 2. Alamak. Cannot tahan seh. I feel so downgraded seh, seeing them so beautifully made up like a geisha. Ish. Standing beside them made me feel naked. With less makeup that is. Then again, wearing too much make up makes them look like those entering the &lt;em&gt;wayang cina&lt;/em&gt; thingy. I didn't realise that they were Hersheys when suddenly Hershey 1 opened his/her mouth to talk to Hershey 2. &lt;em&gt;Terkejut gue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their stench of PERFUME. Too much i tell u. Huish. It's like a mixture of feminine and muscular smell. OMF. What were they thinking when they applied their 'perfume'? I felt like i was trying to breathe through a knitted scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to Jurong East, was walking and talking to Mother when i noticed an ex-colleague of mine. Let's name him, S. He used to work at Watsons with me but he quitted early this year because of his gf, and her name is L, pestering him to quit. He's such a good worker but the gf f-ing irritating sia. Just a long story cut into a short one, his gf thought that this guy and me had something happening between us. Goodness gracious me! I must be blind to even like this guy. I mean, not to be rude or something but, damn he is not my type of guy. Too dark, too thin, too totally not CUTE. Heh. She even had the cheek to call me up in the middle of the night and 'confronted' me. OMF. Like as if. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was that she even tried to apply for a job at Watsons, insisting that she have to have a place at my store, but alas, she didn't get it. The HR REJECTED her application seeing that she put up a tantrum in the office. *Anak President kot* Then she tried her luck at Bata the shoe shop. Well she got the job there, with her bf pulling a few strings for her. Wahh.. Everytime she comes into Watsons and started making a fuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want examples, oh i can give u alot, but here is will state only a few. You see, L here likes to make a mountain out of every anthill she sees, if he finished work like 10 mins late, her tantrums were like as if S finished work 2 hours late. Heh.Or during lunch time. Supposedly S promised to be out at 1pm, but due to attending to customer and all that, he came out late around 1.45pm, wow! Her face was sooo long. Like it was being pulled by some weight. Heh. And you could hear her screamed at S. Heh. It was funny seh. Haiz. Mepekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough about them. Heh. Like my story. Heh. Somehow or rather i feel like nagging to people or talk alot. Whining buggers like them make me sick. How dare they expect me to cater to their pathetic whims? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huish. Yeah i need these kind of people, whining buggers, Mats and Minahs, Hypocrites; I need them like the way the television needs another reality show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had early dinner at Long John's, and had another dinner again at the open air &lt;em&gt;makan place&lt;/em&gt; located at Esplanade. Heh. The only thing sedap there was the Ikan Bakar. Yumz. The rest are just mediocre. Or maybe i have blocked nose. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113336481439350183?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113336481439350183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113336481439350183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-it-with-mats-and-minahs-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113331014141852989</id><published>2005-11-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Went out with Zila, basically hanging out, enjoying each other's company. It was fun. We had maximum window shopping, and obviously shoes! We decided to become obnoxious customers and tried clothing in Zara. &lt;em&gt;Ngada-ngada seh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial intention is for Zila to buy some bag and shoes, well, &lt;em&gt;kasut kemana, kita kemana.&lt;/em&gt; Heh. I think we tried like all the shoe shops in Far East and Ngee Ann. Well, practically not all but most. Heh over. It was fun, having company going window shopping and deciding together what to buy next week. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i fell in love with this Zara blouse which costs S$89.90. Nice. The heels that i was attracted to was at Aldo located at Ngee Ann. Heh. I roughly guessed around S$129.90. Heh. Ooh oh and jeans too, S$89.90 @ Zara. Wee. Gosh and a coupla more shoes ranging between S$19.90 to S$39.90. Heh. That's cheap. Maybe i'll get about 3 or 4 pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where am i goin to get that much cash? I wonder whether i can twist a few hundred dollars from Father? *shrugs* I'm not werking yet, but i'm splurging already. &lt;em&gt;Mabuk agaknya&lt;/em&gt; Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not called a compulsive shopper for nothing. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113331014141852989?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113331014141852989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113331014141852989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-out-with-zila-basically-hanging.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113317559084817886</id><published>2005-11-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. A request from a cutesy girl, Atyk. Heh. Is there such word as cutesy? Oh well. Oh believe me sayang, i somehow do not realize that the tag game has somehow resurfaced again. Heh but the same content. By the sake of my lil blogfren, i will do this tag game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of e game&lt;br /&gt;1. post 5 weird/ random things abt yrself.&lt;br /&gt;2. at e end of the quiz, list e name of the 5 people who u wan next to do this and leave a comment " u are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yr blog. 5 weird things abt me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here goes; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a big flirt but my heart sticks to only one.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get the thrill when i hurt a guy emotionally but only to those who deserve it. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am very &lt;em&gt;janji-melayu&lt;/em&gt; to certain people. So don't be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Yes, i ride bikes. Illegally. To those who asked.&lt;br /&gt;5. I do not cam whore. Utterly stupid. Will do it unless forced to. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next 5 ppl wud be;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kak Chikine&lt;br /&gt;2. Nuwul Pink&lt;br /&gt;3. N@tyler&lt;br /&gt;4. Shah (if u read this la eh.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Zila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113317559084817886?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113317559084817886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113317559084817886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113315083232780040</id><published>2005-11-28T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;yes. i'm back. and im shagged. wedding preparations was a blast. being behind-the-scenes was gerek but tiring. lack of sleep. lack of food. lack of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of friends, i miss my close fren. i miss Shah. alot. haiz. missed talking to my confidante. just read his blog. ish. haiz. wish i would tell u everything. but i cant. some things definitely cant be told. i was sworn by my grandparents i wont tell. not a single soul. that is the reason y i drifted abit since u came back from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem doesnt lie in u. it lies in me. it's this thing that is eating me from inside. i will elaborate more in my email to u, instead of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i was kept busy all day for 2 days. running here and there. picking things up. bla bla bla. but i do love weddings. gerek u know. couples look so bliss together. smiling. hopefully i will be experiencing this event if Allah gives me the chance to grow old together with a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few snippets of the wedding pelamin. and a bunch more others at the usual spot. Multiply pictures on the left. for a closer view, visit the multiply site okayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020688.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020751.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020828.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020757.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020755.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020700.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era bought a new phone. Heh. Suke budak ni. a Panasonic VS2. Lucky girl. Now the adeq-beradeqs got a new phone each. Heh. Suka eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020917.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px white solid margin:1px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/nadera/pictures/P1020920.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113315083232780040?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113315083232780040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113315083232780040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113289920690632862</id><published>2005-11-25T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go assuming Shah. Please. Next time ask. Logging off abruptly is rude. The least you can do is wait for my replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. &lt;s&gt;Two&lt;/s&gt; Three days of bliss. Away from the computer. I may be online on MSN. I may. So be it. Click on me if u wan to tell me anything. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, till then. So long. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113289920690632862?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113289920690632862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113289920690632862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-go-assuming-shah.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113286087553992410</id><published>2005-11-25T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay ... the movie ... of course they had to cut a lot of things out of the book so that the movie wouldn't be 14 hours long ... I don't feel that any of the cuts or slight revisions hurt the story overall ... but, this movie doesn't have that "full year at Hogwart's" feel that the other movies and the books have. The action begins right away and doesn't really let up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pink is the New Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish. There at least someone agrees with me abt Harry Potter movie. I like the movie, so what if they have none of their small details. Ah nevermind. I still enjoyed the show. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113286087553992410?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113286087553992410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113286087553992410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113285990258094632</id><published>2005-11-25T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I cant sleep!!! At this hour. Peh Fedup. I was sleeping from 12 to 1am, when i ter-woke up because im hot. Now i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era too. Nah-ney. She asked to do jumping jacks (??!) so that u will get tired and sleep after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh budak, who in the right mind will do that? I know i wont. Cish.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113285990258094632?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113285990258094632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113285990258094632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-sleep-at-this-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113276977131004007</id><published>2005-11-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Okay since i have nothing much exciting that happens today. As u can see, hah, i did not go out today. So. I will do my part to update on this current show i'm watching now. Located on Star World Channel 18 on SCV, heh, i'm watching Annual Americans Music Awards. Its actually quite &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/gal_main.gif" width=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least some of the artists performing catchesmy attention namely, Ciara, Bow Wow, Mario, Pharrell, Gwen Stefani, Lindsay, &lt;s&gt;Jillary&lt;/s&gt; Hillary etc. Heh and more other which i actually don give a shit about. Heh. Maybe the only time when i will catch their performances is when hell's the temperature of a penguin's balls. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/gwennpharrell.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/2005_perform_23.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/2005_perform_21a.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/hillary.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/bownciara.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/lindsay.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes the pictures for those without cable. *Next time get cable hor!!* Now that was the people performing that particular day. Hehe . this upcoming ones are the presenters. Heh. Admittedly, i do not know who some of them are. So what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I noticed that some of these artists, well ,they are beautiful. Heh. Well what can i say. Beauty can do funny things to these artists. Like those stupid photographers who tumbled over cliffs because they leaned too far over for a better shot of the waterfalls. Terlalu over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the overside, heh, some of the artists have worse dressing sense. Heh. I noticed alright. Too bad i can't get the pictures. Too ugly i guess. Rather than watching these ugly dresses, i'd rather &lt;s&gt;stick&lt;/s&gt; stab needles into my eyes. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/2005_onstage_06.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/thehost.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/2005_onstage_11.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/2005_onstage_05a.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/2005_onstage_10.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/missyelliot.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay i think i'm done. So cramp seh my butt. Heh. Am still awake due to this show and thanks to Syawal for accompanying me. He's been chatting with me since a few days back. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done. At long last. Phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113276977131004007?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113276977131004007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113276977131004007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-since-i-have-nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113267561457757363</id><published>2005-11-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Ar yes. I'm in total bliss now. Full of happiness. A teensy weeny bit of guiltiness, but happy. Finally gotten my most dream handphone, for now. Eeeee! I'm grinning from ear to ear. I'm sure i look ugly like that but. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what phone i bought. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Harry Potter : The Goblet of Fire". Was good. Great actually. I told Shah that it was exquisitely good but then he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't read the book right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish. So what. I still like my movie. Heh. I don care about the book. Heh. But i do wanna read it and find out what people has been complaining about often. Ish. Whatever. I do know i enjoyed my show this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeq Iwan bought a new phone too. But i don know what model. All i know is that it is a Motorola phone. Get this, he was eligible for a lucky draw and he got a Bluetooth set. Wow worth $150. Worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Suddenly remembering Loreal sideline. Because HE's worth it. Heh.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh the model is Motorola ROKR Model E1. Heh. So long how to remember. Nice. Cute phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020511.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020487.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px"  src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020512.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020488.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid white margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020507.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah handphone baru saya. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113267561457757363?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113267561457757363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113267561457757363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/ar-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113263459089321385</id><published>2005-11-22T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:59.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Oh my finger hurts as i am typing this entry. Bingit. Painful. Hmm it's my middle finger. Why? How come? I don know. It's been a week now. And i can't type properly. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's swollen and there's &lt;em&gt;nana&lt;/em&gt;. i can see it, but u guys cant. Heh. It'll be an utterly execrable picture to show. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to cancel my plans with Zila today. Mom wants us to meet her at Orchard. Now? Wat could possibly be the matter? Seems like she has taken half day leave. So last minute tau my mother ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v92/nadera/pictures/70s.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first episode of the "MTV's The 70's House". Full of groovy people. Well as qouted by my sister, Era,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hilarious, i mean, groovy show baby! HAHAHA. No cell phone. No Internet. Not a single iPod player. I'll die of boredom there. And the clothes are not as retro-ish and style as I had expected before but instead tent dresses and plaid leisure suits. How odd can they get?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the Brady Bunch? Not awesome but groovy. Watch the language! HAHAHA. Gonna catch this show again next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Excited benar la ni budak. Heh. But i have to agree. It's groovy baby. Especially the host of the show. Damn. Too into the character. Just for laughs. Very entertaining. Totally laidback until it's very horizontal. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mepek la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random post now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113263459089321385?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113263459089321385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113263459089321385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-my-finger-hurts-as-i-am-typing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113256742315371164</id><published>2005-11-21T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Guess what is going through my mind now. Heh. 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a kid in me. Like the kid in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know where this song comes from. Heh. When you find out, tell me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagasari. Kek Lapis. Kuih Koci. Jongkong. Serimuka. Punch Roll Swiss. Kosui Pandan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what that is. Heh. Hint hint. The previous entry uh. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snickers*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113256742315371164?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113256742315371164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113256742315371164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/guess-what-is-going-through-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113255878357014497</id><published>2005-11-21T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Im tired. Really tired. Things to be done. Job to find. Resumes to be send. What baju to wear for the wedding. Recipes to be typed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish. What should i wear? The black kebaya or the orange one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be upating as often this week. I think. I think only. If only i can get the chance to bring my notebook to my aunts house. Heh. Then again. I can always use my cousin's. Heh. Bodoh. Just not the same with my Notebook.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113255878357014497?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113255878357014497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113255878357014497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113250582047415263</id><published>2005-11-21T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So tired. This weekend is not relaxing though. People came to my house and well, biasalah, kecoh. Heh. Okay honestly, i think i am too tired to blog. Heh. Mentel eh aku. So here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say some, it really means some. Like 5 pictures only. Heh. Sorry. Maybe when i have the mood again okay. Batteries dying soon. Having a writer's block now. Chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020448.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020432.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020456.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020473.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020470.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113250582047415263?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113250582047415263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113250582047415263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113237475598613140</id><published>2005-11-19T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've gained weight!! Ish. Bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113237475598613140?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113237475598613140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113237475598613140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-gained-weight-ish.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113232110652585274</id><published>2005-11-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"But I really don't give a shit about SPG and Dawn and Xiaxue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Yes i am agreeing to Liy for saying that. I do not know what is the hype about SPG, Dawn and Xiaxue. Chey. Heh. Posing topless pictures, might be having plastic surgery and raving about a handicapped toilet. Heh. Cute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113232110652585274?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113232110652585274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113232110652585274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-i-really-dont-give-shit-about-spg.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113231653318435292</id><published>2005-11-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was actually intending to update this blog yesterday. Buut as per normal, Iwan couldnt get his face unglued from my computer. Thus resorting to using my notebook, but i could not update the pics. What is an entry without the pics right? Well, i would have preferred reading an entry with pictures. More livelier right? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i went house visiting to Gembz' place. His mom cooked soem kind of a mee but i do not know what it is. But i love it. Sooo delicious. Yumz! I think i filled my plate three times before i gave up. Was soo bloated. But it's delicious. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020240.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020248.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/IMG_4813.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IKEA after all that eating. Heh. Gerek. Bought stuffs and decided to &lt;em&gt;singgah&lt;/em&gt; my old workplace, Anchorpoint. Missed all my werk friends. Chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020254.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/ikea.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020255.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about today? Well had a little job hunting with my friend, Zila. Seems like we both have the same mindset of finding a PERMANENT job. heh. Lucky got friend. I mean, i don mind if we were to find a job together but it will be an estra credit if we are posted together to the same company. But i don think so. she has more experience in Music Industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VERY JEALOUS U KNOW! Heh. Really. But happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm more the Customer Service and Admin/Accounts Department. I intend to get into that department instead of sales line. Oh in the afternoon, since me and Zila was so bored, we decided to have an Express Manicure on the spot. Both have sudden urges. Heh. Mentel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020263.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1020265.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113231653318435292?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113231653318435292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113231653318435292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/was-actually-intending-to-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113214233399550136</id><published>2005-11-16T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm full. Extremely. Ordered pizza for my empty stomach. Heh. So chubby still want to eat junk food. Heh. I like. So next time, if any of you have any urge to ajak me go eat, u know what i like. Junk food. I eat like to eat. Yes eat. Heh. *hint hint Kak Chikine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's see. What to write? Well i changed my layout colour again. Heh. I like doing this stupid thing. Somehow or rather, i can't seem to find my favourite colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya enggak tahu apa mau buat si sekarang. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113214233399550136?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113214233399550136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113214233399550136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-full.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113207102249953475</id><published>2005-11-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent my day mostly at the cinema. Oh wait, first and foremost. Apologises to dearest Irsyad for not being able to make the house open for u just now. U were late boy. Heh. Nah, i have a movie to catch and you called me at the very last minute that u were coming over for raya-ing. Cish. Should have told me earlier. Sorry bro. Another time prolly okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the topic of the day. I was having a mini movie marathon just now at Westmall. Sis Era and i decided to catch 2 movies for today. Prolly cause she is bored. Including me. So what the heck! We caught the first show, "Just like Heaven". Gosh! The show was beautiful. I love it. I do want to catch the show again. Yes again. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the next show was at 7pm. So we decided to go home instead of hanging around Westmall. Gosh! On the way home, i noticed a number of girls out there looking very pretty and well, pretty. Period. Walking past them, well, i felt like one of the ugly dogs supermodels carry under their arms to make themselves look even more glamorous. Cish. I feel so degraded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, "Sky High" was another interesting show to watch. So cute. A definite heart-warming show. Absolute &lt;em&gt;gerek.&lt;/em&gt; This show, my brother included. Heh! So the 3 &lt;em&gt;adeqs beradeqs&lt;/em&gt; watching a movie. Together. Aww. So cute right. Chey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Oopz sorry no pictures today. Grr. Bored? Piss off. Heh. Oh oh the other day, erm, i think yesterday. No? Saw &lt;a href="http://nafisah-nuya.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Nuya&lt;/a&gt; and her dearest, Farihan. Eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, it's been a while since i last saw u. Gosh u look pretty. =) Sorry didn't talk much to u. That guy, the one with me, is sick. Ish. Cannot get on his nerve. Heh. I know, i may look funny in my &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt;, walking around Westmall like that, but i like it. Heh. Be prepared to see me in &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt; often ya? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest &lt;a href="http://plainnaive.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Kak Chikine&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. Incidently, what a perfectly small world. U saw me? Heh. Got me smiling, and brain cracking just thinking of where i have seen u. Ish. I think i have gotten the memory span of a goldfish now. I can't seem to remember where u were. How come u saw me, and not me? Ish. Unfair. Totally. Heh. Next time must SHOUT my name okayy. Then i can go over to u and hug u. Heh. That will be an interesting reaction. Heh. Got me snickering just writing this. *huggies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113207102249953475?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113207102249953475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113207102249953475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/spent-my-day-mostly-at-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113190355783026202</id><published>2005-11-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:58.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day. Spent the whole day with my family to visit the older relatives. So tired. Came home with a bloated stomach. Ish. Sungguh kenyang. &lt;em&gt;Groans.&lt;/em&gt; To start off this entry for today, it'll be a day out with my friends; that'll be yesterday. Secondly, it'll be today. Sungguh penat. Hopefully i can type this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with friends. Totally last min plan. Was out having dinner with Gembz the night before, Lydia called telling me that they have came up with a plan to go out visiting the next day. Ish! So very the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2001.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2025.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2034.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2012.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2008.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the whole day visiting our relatives. Ish. I somehow don't feel like talking. Let the pictures to the talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kak Kikin, it was nice meeting u again. Rindulah. haha. Aper nak buat kan.. Jarang jumpe. hehe. Lub u... and Nyla too! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2032.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2052.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2059.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2075.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HariRaya2005part2088.jpg" width=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess whose babe i'm holding onto... Let me rephrase my previous sentence. This is the cutest babe i've seen. Now i love my adeq sedarah. This one. Not the other one. Hehe, that is placed second. But i still love them both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113190355783026202?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113190355783026202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113190355783026202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113181373142704236</id><published>2005-11-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:57.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh i just came back from house visiting with a bunch of friends. Iwan was busy playing Counter Strike. So i cant upload the pics. Ish! &lt;em&gt;Kacau ajer.&lt;/em&gt; Heh. It's okay. So i'll update the pics tomoro. Or maybe the day after tomoro. Or tomoro. Haha. Fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially to Chloe,&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, sorry if i can't make it to your house warming tomoro. Seems like my family made a last minute decision to go visit the other relatives. Damn. Was just looking forward to meeting u for the first time. Not my luck ey? Hope u have fun tomoro. I'll meet up with u another time okay? Take care sayang. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113181373142704236?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113181373142704236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113181373142704236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-i-just-came-back-from-house.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113164225389837367</id><published>2005-11-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out to pick Gembz from work today. Somehow i was feeling sleepy. Damn these stupid pills. Making me sleepy at the wrong time of the day. Cish! Gembz was having a bad hair day. Total eeww. Haha! Funny la. Keep complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner over at a local coffeeshop. Sat right next to the road. Eating while the cars and buses whizzed past us, it was an extremely funny experience. Just imagine, u were eating happiy with a loved one, when suddenly a bus passed ur table and splashed water over you. Chey.. Suay.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gembz and i went shopping at Bugis Street. He bought a bag, and a Topman shirt. And a freaking ugly bracelet. Heh. &lt;em&gt;Untuk aku la tak cantek.&lt;/em&gt; I bought myself a belt, bag, wallet. 2 out of 3 is my most important stuffs. bags and wallets. Im in love with bags.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping. Such a compulsive shopper. Not yet, but maybe tomoro. tomoro being the second day of shopping. Yea. Having Gembz as my shopping partner gerek lah. Another point given to him for being a metrosexual. Best eh ada metrosexual boyfriend. Nasib lah dier bukan gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113164225389837367?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113164225389837367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113164225389837367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-out-to-pick-gembz-from-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113160532290428523</id><published>2005-11-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:57.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i am in love with vintage looks. or more precisely, elegant. The upmost lacking in a woman nowadays. I think an elegant lady is the most beautiful lady of all. Elegant, precise, lady-like, soft etc. Heh. How i wish i could look like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid; HEIGHT: 264px" height="260" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/hepburn7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 202px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" height="263" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/charlize_theron02.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 192px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid; HEIGHT: 264px" height="260" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/monroe21.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Left to right : Audrey Hepburn, Charlize Theron, Marilyn Monroe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order, i thanked these famous people for posing for these pictures. Chey! Feeling abis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113160532290428523?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113160532290428523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113160532290428523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-i-am-in-love-with-vintage.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113158779002211711</id><published>2005-11-10T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:57.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow i woke up early and had the urge to blog and surf the net. Was skimming thru the waves when i came across this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://localmusichere.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Local Music Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site, you can see it. Lists local bands, prolly the only (?) one that lists all the local bands. Well, mainly for those who are into local scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What else whould i write about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Cik Is, somehow or rather i don't find myself looking like Hetty Sarlene. Oh no! Anyways i am not a fan of her. Heh. If my life were a movie, you would have heard the soundtrack music start up seriously then. THAT is if i was Hetty. Chey! Feeling eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/HettySarlene.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! See the difference.. Ish. Chish. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i think i am addicted to Candy Empire located at Millenia Walk. Gosh. The range of chocolates. Gummies. Candies. Enough to make you lose your teeth by mid-thirties. Heh. I love it. Like my mom always says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chocolates. A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Cik Is. I definitely do not look like her. The person on top. Oh tidak. SungguhDOTcom tidak. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113158779002211711?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113158779002211711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113158779002211711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/somehow-i-woke-up-early-and-had-urge.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113152479694120560</id><published>2005-11-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:57.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO `DHA!! U ARE NOW 17!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(like real..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/dha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry i have to steal ur pic. You don't mind right? Promise won't do it again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ADEQ IWAN! U ARE NOW 14. BE GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture169.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling adeq is now da besar! Lub u.. I know u never read this. But what the hell..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with my photobucket photos. Bodoh. So if u can't see, come another time okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't that u came here to visit my blog. Chey! Happy happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Bik Is, or Kak Is, or Cik Is. Sorry banyak-banyak. Donnoe which one to call u. You lah, the one who lives at Admiralty. Heh! I minta maaf banyak banyak. *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113152479694120560?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113152479694120560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113152479694120560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-dha-u-are-now-17.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113150853538322050</id><published>2005-11-09T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:57.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the most tirinf yet enjoyable day yesterday. Apologises to my lil sis and lil cousin for not getting on the mood for fun the night before. Just had my medication and it is sure making me drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First plan was to go Bugis and borrowed a hp from `Gembz (`Dearest). Maybe walked around, shopping a bit, went home. Era suggested asking lil cousin along, Farina. Didn't realise that Redhill could be a port for those upcoming Minahs. No offense to those yg &lt;em&gt;terasa&lt;/em&gt;, just that i caught maybe a lot looking. Looking. Not looking and smiling. Huh~ An insult employed to disparage the EXTREME minahs will be, "She can't smile. It might crack her face!" Ooh crushing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why must these people have cramped faces. There is no need to clam down ur faces. Smiling is easy u know. Standing next to them, u can practically feel the electricity crackling between us. Then i noticed that they looked as thrilled to be standing near us as a man on Death Row. Haha! Tickled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are sooo into camwhoring on that particular day. I was too exhausted to join in. Poor them. Didn't really mean to spoil a small part of their day but gosh, age is really catching up on me. Chey! Lol. So to Marina Square we went to catch a movie "Flightplan" @ 930pm. 1 1/2 hours to spare. Ate again at Long John's. Camwhore again. My goodness, y'll don't get tired eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was walking along Marina, when i suddenly get the urge to but shoes. Well only one. These urges very the &lt;em&gt;teruk&lt;/em&gt;. Bought one at a shop called Ink. Nice shoes. One pair caught my eye. Bought it after trying it once, extreme comfortable. Yea! Could necer get enough of shoes and bags. &lt;em&gt;Perempuan la katekan&lt;/em&gt;. Farina bought an Mp3. Creative. Ookaylah! Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the movie, we had Father to fetch us. &lt;em&gt;Part ni buat baik.&lt;/em&gt; Ish! But Era and Farina wants to, well guess la, camwhore again. Again. For the &lt;em&gt;tak terkira&lt;/em&gt; how many times. Lol!! So end up, Father picked us up at 1am, bla bla bla, reached home at 2am. Slept damn soundly sia. Era stayed up till 630am. Thats the time she knocked off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still sleeping by the way. Well here are the pics. Just some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/ish.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture013.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" height="150" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture123.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture047.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture087.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture072.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/ish2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture110.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture020.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113150853538322050?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113150853538322050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113150853538322050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-most-tirinf-yet-enjoyable-day.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113127337173448547</id><published>2005-11-06T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:57.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends are reserved for family(ies). It was ok. The house visiting thingy. Currently now as i am writing this entry, sister is singing KARAOKE. Goodness me! SungguhDOTcom undescribable. Huhuahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite cousins came just now. Love my adeq sedarah. She's the cutest i've ever seen. Love her loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture011.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"width=200&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture009.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113127337173448547?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113127337173448547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113127337173448547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekends-are-reserved-for-familyies.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113112197621154448</id><published>2005-11-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second day of Raya. Mother commented that it was not the same as the previous years. We see no one walking around, visiting houses. It was great. Meeting up with relatives since not meeting for dog years ago. Extremely best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some pictures posted here. The rest u know where to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture112.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture101.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture174.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture165.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture126.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture154.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture094.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture183.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113112197621154448?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113112197621154448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113112197621154448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/second-day-of-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113103591615137559</id><published>2005-11-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of Raya, never thought i would have the time to post a few pics and update abit of today. Day started was fine. No comments. The usual, was encouraged to be in absolute happiness but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Father's side first. The first house of the day. Wasn't looking forward but what to do. Somehow i feel like we are the anti-socials in that house. Obviously. Coming to visit them only once a year. Was sitting at the corner of the house. Oblivious to the surroundings, but slowly one by one of the family members came to gather around us. Sort of pitiness. Out of kindness maybe but i don't bother. Not that i ask them to come. Out of their own willingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One them came around the topic about Nura J. Hit a comment about her, and Mother to the rescue. Commented that they are our family. That we are related. They kept quiet. Suddenly questions rosed on how come she's connected to the family. Duh! Sorry Kak Kikin for posting this entry. No offense though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and talked. Bla bla bla. Went to Nyayi's house. Yea! full of people. Somehow we have just arrived and other families came visiting. Hehe. Always this happens. We will always be together. First family to arrive will always be Kak Kikin's family. Hehe! Always. This year is a tad different. She never came haha! Had to go over to Abg Esman's family's side first. But never mind, we will meet again though, when it's our turn to go to their house. Hehe, took alot of piccas but will be posting only some. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that will be it. I am a bit tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, just visit my multiply site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture058.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture038.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture081.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Picture068.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113103591615137559?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113103591615137559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113103591615137559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-day-of-raya-never-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113089011394962677</id><published>2005-11-02T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time past fast. Next day will be Hari Raya. Been busy the whole week. Scurrying around to meet the deadlines of the kuihs, house-cleaning etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of puasa. Some may be enjoying but there will be people who will be sad that bulan Ramadhan has past. This pure month is the time where people are forgiven of their past sins, where people are given a chance to change for the better etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to update nowadays. Been busy getting things ready for my family to celebrate Raya. Somehow first day of Raya, people are encouraged to be happy and full of joy. I wonder now, where in the world will i find happiness for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going downhill for me. Heh! Good eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah called from Taiwan. He's on NS training. Will be gone for 16 days. Not celebrating Raya with his family and friends, but celebrating with the jungle. hehe! Miss him la. Talked a while with him, and wishing all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, i don't have the mood now. Bad start of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113089011394962677?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113089011394962677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113089011394962677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-past-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113052040194344068</id><published>2005-10-29T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO DEAREST SYAHIDA M. AKA DADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="356" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000655.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wish u all the best in the upcoming days and months. Stay strong and more girl power. I love the way u make our day bright with ur smile and jokes. We are laughing with you, not at you okay hunz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love ya baybeh! Friends forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that is sooo cliche, but i do love u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/9594380-113052040194344068?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113052040194344068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113052040194344068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-19th-birthday-to-dearest-syahida.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113046841430108429</id><published>2005-10-28T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Image1340.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Image1357.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iftar @ Lau Pa Sat was gerek. Something to look forward to after making all those kinds of kuehs. Many many thanks to my friends who attended. Almost everybody came. Not all, but almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere there @ Lau Pa Sat was overwhelming. Full of people swarming around asking what to wat, what to buy, when to start buying, so on and so forth. The &lt;em&gt;gatal&lt;/em&gt;-ness of the &lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt; there, the fickle-mindedness of us figuring what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya ini bulan Ramadhan. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/PIC_1842.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/PIC_1853.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us before the Iftar, and us after Iftar @ Esplanade. Overall the day was spent wisely. Aku sayang korang sungguhDOTcom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days that i never updated. There was a time i had Iftar @ Lucky Plaza with my dearest friends ; Hanah, Zura, Roza and me. Just another day to meet up with my close friends after months not meeting. Notice my sleepy eyes! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy lah katekan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010338.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010332.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010339.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010349.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time was Iftar with my family. Went ot Fish &amp; Co Bugis. Went shopping after that. Loads and loads of shopping done. I think WE spent like $500++ worth of goods. Hehe! Big spender hor! WAs cam whoring @ Samuel &amp;amp; Kevin. Waiting for adeq Ewan to try on clothes is like, worse than any girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010371.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010380.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more pictures, click on my pictures link. heh! there there, on the right navigation hor. Look with the eyes, not the mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113046841430108429?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113046841430108429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113046841430108429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/iftar-lau-pa-sat-was-gerek.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113034455186699267</id><published>2005-10-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow or rather i don feel like updating. i'll update again when i have the mood. i think i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini hiatus can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113034455186699267?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113034455186699267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113034455186699267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/somehow-or-rather-i-don-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113009598225548951</id><published>2005-10-24T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to Dearest Kak Kikin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.. just a small dedication to say that i actually remembered your special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113009598225548951?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113009598225548951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113009598225548951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/dedicated-to-dearest-kak-kikin-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113009167165184441</id><published>2005-10-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that was last night, happening at Paya Lebar Coffee Bean. today i spend my day with my close friend, Muhammad Shahrin. chey! he came down from Tampines. came down for a reason but end up, hehe.. well Shah, u know i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the whole day at Jurong East Library. he spent altogether 3 hours to finsh up a book that he was reading. Oh my goodness. i should say that that is very fast, but u should have seen my blardy bored face sia waiting for him to finish the book! uish. i was fidgeting all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010308.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kusyuk sungguh dier. keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010316.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010314.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see lah wat i was doing while waiting for him to finish his reading. playing with my dollies in my bag. and of course taking pictures. we went off for his breaking of fast, i do not fast today for the whole week due to THE time of the month. i ate Long Johns' and he had i don know hat he oredered at Long John, and he bought ? boxes of spicy drumlets. guess how many drumlets he had today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010320.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" style="border:2px solid black margin:2px" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010319.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee! the happy him after eating the drumlets. hehe! eat like cat sia. soooo naked the &lt;em&gt;ayam&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. im very tired now. hehe! i wanna continue the day but i cant help but stop here. hehe! today's entry is very picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113009167165184441?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113009167165184441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113009167165184441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-was-last-night-happening-at-paya.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-113008915307932695</id><published>2005-10-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at long last i can update on my weekends. got my beautiful camera from Dearest`. i miss u digicam! teehee! what a weekend has it been. going to geylang to break fast with my old schoolmates. but end up chilling at Paya Lebar Coffee Bean after exactly one hour after breaking of fast. chey! it was the nicest gathering i had. thanks to dearest host, &lt;strong&gt;Zila&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Hid.&lt;/strong&gt; it have been months, i think, we last met. well for me that is. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love meeting ups with people i lost contact with. nice feeling. *purrs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010244.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010247.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic : this is just half of the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;2nd pic : half of the men there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010250.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rest of the gang. Namely in order, eh! never mind. too many and too messy to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010249.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010252.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic : Sarhan, Eda and Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;2nd pic : Nabilah and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="200" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010254.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010259.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic : Faziz and Ain&lt;br /&gt;2nd pic : Halim, me and a very kepo person behind me, Faziz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010262.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010263.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic : the fake couple of the day, Halim and me, Faziz and Ain. chey! perasan!&lt;br /&gt;2nd pic : Hid, Mus, Q and Wan Montel. The latter 2 being the most adorable couple i have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010266.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010267.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic : Ahmad and Mus. Ahmad also knows as Missy Ahmad, due to him werking as a nurse. Hey don blame me for calling him that, it's not me who started the name-calling. *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;2nd pic : Pretty Nabilah and diam-diam lepu Halim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010268.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px" height="151" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010284.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pic : me, Faziz and Ain. again!&lt;br /&gt;2nd pic : the most cutest and charming guy amongst the guys. MR SARHAN. Too bad he doesn't do blogs. teehee! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010287.jpg" width="200" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1010288.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;1st pic : Roza and me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2nd pic : Roza and her bf, Wan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-113008915307932695?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113008915307932695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/113008915307932695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/at-long-last-i-can-update-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112986746283991549</id><published>2005-10-21T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noticed that i am becoming to be quite an irregular blogger. i used to blog like almost everyday but nowadays i tend to blog like once in two days. but then again, what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what did i do yesterday? had my specialist's appt at SGH. had so much trouble waking up, practically have to drag my feet over to the hospital. Dearest` also had trouble waking up due to having too much enjoyment over at his Dinner and Dance. hah! didn't force him to come along but then again, i would rather make him follow me rather than me going there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the cab and met the doctor. while waiting for my turn, we took piccas. but due to Dearest` stupidity, he went home with my digicam. grr. u clever boy. talk, talk, talk to the specialist. seems that i have to be viewed again by another specialist. what?! again! more money to be spend. i don't feel like going u see, Hari Raya is coming and money is being spend more than expected. now i have to fork out another $200 again. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the day that i have my gathering of &lt;em&gt;makan2 &lt;/em&gt;with my old school friends. can't wait to meet up with them. i so wanna go but im like divided by the fact that i have to buat kuih. but i wanna go! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to catch a movie yesterday, "Deuce Bigalow". it was funny. and damn if u guys wanna see it during the afternoon during puasa period. better not be fasting, haha, cause the show can make u &lt;em&gt;batal&lt;/em&gt; u know. very kinky. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well no photos updated due to a certain someone holding onto my cam. so will update later in the week. or maybe by sunday. oh whatever. whenever i have the cam, i'll put up the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112986746283991549?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112986746283991549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112986746283991549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-noticed-that-i-am-becoming-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112973832034996077</id><published>2005-10-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just gotten back from grandmother's place. today marks the start of making the kueh raya. The smells. definitely heavenly.  yumz. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kueh of the day is kueh makmur. yumz. 225 down, another 800+ to go. haha. i think. can't remember, too much &lt;em&gt;cepit&lt;/em&gt;-ting to be done. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the gentlemen, w'ren and naznik,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i do know that platitudinous means lack of originality. i am refering to the anon's lack of originality. it's another story. but then again if almost majority of the readers thinks that i am using the wrong word. well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for pointing out. whoever u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next in line, will be to my &lt;strong&gt;beautiful ladies, kak Nuwul Pink and kak Chikine&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, this will be quite awkward to explain again. hehe. to shorten up the story of me. i twisted my ankle and it has never gotten better over the months. so now im resorting to a specialist. to help me get better. guess i won't be celebrating Raya this year. not guess actually, but i know that i wouldn't be celebrating. oh ya, i can't walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don tell me u all expect me to wear trainers with baju melayu. oh no. that would be disgraceful. hehe. i wouldn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u all are wondering why trainers? that's because i can't wear slippers or sandals or cute little ladies slip-ons. i can't. that's why im wearing trainers. uish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis &lt;a href="http://www.thebiotch.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Era&lt;/a&gt; is pissed again at that anon. haha! i do get a kick out of these people sometimes. u know, sometimes if you aren't happy about something or someone, u would get more respect if you were to really tell who u are. the person may be a tad lenient. i mean if u are matured enough to think and react properly towards some comments and complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whatever rocks your boat. whatever shakes your banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112973832034996077?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112973832034996077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112973832034996077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-gotten-back-from-grandmothers.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112965686785928545</id><published>2005-10-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a day. definitely not my day but all the same, i live through. woke up late, don't know what is wrong with the me. pimalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was saying, woke up just in time to switch on the lappy and check through my stuffs and nyayi called me asking me to get ready to go the clinic. i whined but quickly showered and dressed in 30mins flat. so not me. following my princessy rules, i must get showered and dressed in exactly 1 hr 25mins. i know. i have my princess rules. i am pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the doctor and i got the fastest appointment ever. 1st appt will be at SGH on the 20th Oct @ 9.30am. 2nd appt will then be at CGH on the 24th Nov @ 2.50pm. the fastest appt means the first rather than the latter. oh well, all the better for me to get well faster. talk about full speed ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the cab home. now this is one apek that pissed me off that afternoon. i mean i told him it's two stops instead of one, but no. did he listen to me? after i had drop nyayi home, and i told him that the next stop is at my house, he can have to cheek to scold him for not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda pissed but shrugged it off. no use getting uptight of something that is petty. stupid uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little petty argument with my close friend. it's funny how it happen and the best thing is that we made up and had a good laugh over it. ish! this boy uh. always like that. that's why we have a special friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break fast alone at home. ate maggi. nothing special. watched tv. listen to songs until at last my mom and sibs came home lugging 5 bags of baju melayu. ish! once they shop, they never stop. hehe. for your information, if u are asking whether i bought baju melayu this year, well no. i never buy this year. no reasons. just don't feel like buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a hate tagger at my sis's blog. everywhere i visit, there will be hate tags. musim hate tags ke? i wonder what's the commotion. alot of topics can be open. haha. what an imbecile. a disgrace to the human kind. i can accept those who tag these hate tags with a proper name and an email. but no. they prefer to stay anon. lame. yet these anon says that i am the one who is lame. how can that be? funny funny! are u sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what the anon said to me over at my sis's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, loser, meaning anies. tell me whos the lame one? not to mention childish. haha, like it bothers me that you apparently imitated me? obviously, it's way better english then you'll ever get to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u even understand a word he/she is saying? i do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pedomorphic anon is a definite platitudinous. such a waste of time interacting with an insipid chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an ass. try understanding what i have just said on the above statement. *rolls eyes* and he is saying that his/hers english is way better than mine. he/she must be joking.&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/9594380-112965686785928545?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112965686785928545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112965686785928545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112962326344591697</id><published>2005-10-18T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:54.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;i hate it when people hang up the phone on me. how could u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked u nicely to resume sleeping. it's not like i forced you. i didn't raised my voice at u. i asked u to resume sleeping and we can talk later. nooo. u stil insisted of talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i held onto the phone. u kept quiet. i called out to u. u grunted and kept quiet again. i asked again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanna sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go to sleep okayy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a sudden outburst, u said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AR WHATEVER UH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know how that feels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112962326344591697?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112962326344591697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112962326344591697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-it-when-people-hang-up-phone-on.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112945123170120465</id><published>2005-10-16T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The start of my day starts at exactly 2pm. Yes, the attitude of a lazy girl on a weekends. The rain is quite heavy thus making me sleep all the more. Mummy's cooking bubur lemak today. My favourite. Yumz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my life recently. Not concerning my social life or whatever. It's my own personal love life. I am having second thoughts about going through the engagement. I mean i am definitely still young. For goodness sake, i am only 19. I intend to study more and to find a proper job to stabilize my life first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not entertain all these "proposals" by these "men". Really. People might think that i am in such a hurry to get hitch. Isn't that going to spoil my reputation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes up many forms, and it is never the same, for any man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family wants me to settle down with one guy. Erm, isn't that very the obvious. I'm sure you do not want your daughter to settle down with 3 different husbands. That would be a riot. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zila introduced me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://myspace.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . Hmm am going to give a try. Do not know whether i am going to stick with it. But all the same. Give it a try. I have trouble using this site. Pimalas. I think i am just lazy. Teehee. Maybe i will give it another go later at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I notice one thing in common about my friens' going to Geylang is that the minahs and mats are accumulated there. That's the reality. The fact that they will be anywhere in this country. Spread around like a virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not a snob, but these people are often a lot of fun to write about. Whatever floats my boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;An extension to the entry. haha. Era finished another 2 more layouts. I am just bored to the extend of advertising her layouts. kuang2. is it nice? hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/skins/65173/screenshots/65173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px" height="134" src="http://blogskins.com/skins/65173/screenshots/65173.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/skins/65211/screenshots/65211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="129" src="http://blogskins.com/skins/65211/screenshots/65211.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112945123170120465?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112945123170120465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112945123170120465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/start-of-my-day-starts-at-exactly-2pm.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112938275770082342</id><published>2005-10-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;weee! thank you thank you &lt;strong&gt;Chikine&lt;/strong&gt;! Love you loads. walaupon awak aru bloghopped ke site saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy sungguh gue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;since my entries are rather short today. i intend to make it longer by putting irrelevant stuffs in this entry. haha! my sister's blog layout. teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/skins/64379/screenshots/64379.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogskins.com/skins/64379/screenshots/64379.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/skins/64025/screenshots/64025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="149" src="http://blogskins.com/skins/64025/screenshots/64025.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112938275770082342?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112938275770082342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112938275770082342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/weee-thank-you-thank-you-chikine-love.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112936201463184880</id><published>2005-10-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do u have any ideas of erasing that blogger thingy on top? i cant seem to make it disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not even my codes are working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there. since my bloody tagboard ain't working properly today. i have added back my comments tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;menyusahkan diri orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112936201463184880?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112936201463184880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112936201463184880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-u-have-any-ideas-of-erasing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112935696611421722</id><published>2005-10-15T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feel like changing my tagboard. again. toopid me. can't seem to stick to one thing. everything has to be done in the spur of a moment thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like my hair. my blog layout. my tagboard. even my cellphones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lucky i don't change friends or boyfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn lucky if i do not change fiances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;should i change? hate it when things are not werking properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sulks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112935696611421722?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112935696611421722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112935696611421722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/feel-like-changing-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112930309947802426</id><published>2005-10-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't really have much to update. teehee! had dinner at Alif. lil adeq sedarah making such a big fuss. spoilt the whole dinner atmosphere. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as u guys can see. i changed my layout again. yes again. i prefer this uh. rather than scrolling all the time. it sucks. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;replies to all my taggers :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fida&lt;/span&gt; - hey u! i have linked u up. *huggies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt; - u also booked uh? with who liao? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;zila&lt;/span&gt; - wah! u berry the last minute girl uh. haha. *blueks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nadia&lt;/span&gt; - hey sis! i am in the pink of health. haha! not peach but pink! yea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nuwul&lt;/span&gt; - hehe! thank u awak! insyallah everything will go my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ninachica&lt;/span&gt; - haha! yea i know eda and cda for few years now. eda is my close friend for 5 years running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dewie&lt;/span&gt; - so dewie when are u really free? *=P* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;syahidah&lt;/span&gt; - hey u. kecoh seh. haha. well i think we are just meeting up. anyways i wan teman uh to go there. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112930309947802426?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112930309947802426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112930309947802426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-really-have-much-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112919282031183821</id><published>2005-10-13T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today just has to be the worst day. i woke up at around 2pm even though i slept like early. i think. my eyes are still sleepy though. have trouble keeping awake. chey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this refering to Dewie, Zila and Eda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;u guys wanna follow eh? all the better la. hehe! then if u all want can break fast skali. i do not know when u guys are free but i am free. terlalu. i rather prefer go on a weekday, so u guys have the priviledge to choose when. i don really mind so long it doesn't fall on a thursday next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my block is deprive of electricity for 6 hours and it just ended at 3pm. was so bored without anything to do, i think that's the reason i kept on sleeping. Anak dara aper je tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh i realise i cannot stop talking about sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wonder why? did u notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;diverting my attention to something else, sister had gotten the blogskins of the day again. yes! again. i just realised that she is good at layouts. too much time on her hands, i presume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/skins/64451/screenshots/64451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogskins.com/skins/64451/screenshots/64451_tn.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is her second time it has gotten the blogskins of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/skins/63555/screenshots/63555.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogskins.com/skins/63555/screenshots/63555_tn.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don find this one quite nice. it's ugly but then again, people have different taste. is my taste bad or is it theirs? haha. no idea. the picture she does draw it herself during exam period. see la, too much free time in her hands.&lt;/span&gt; but hey, this is the first time she got her skin of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh and u can find it at &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com" target="_blank"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dearest` on the way to Bt Btk to hand over his PS2. bro wanna borrow it. *roll eyes* looking forward to sleeping late and playing games like nobody's business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112919282031183821?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112919282031183821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112919282031183821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-just-has-to-be-worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112907462132329197</id><published>2005-10-12T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a day spent wisely. had a nice and peaceful dinner with dearest` at Bugis swensons. i had fish baked rice. he had breaded chicken and chips. side orders include calamari and fries. it was a nice atmosphere, breaking fast together and the 2nd year running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the break of fast, saw cda and bf. they were planning to break fast at fish and co. it was our previous decision before swensons, but dearest` had the sudden urges of a pregnant lady. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, i need to clear the air here. to some people who asked me whether it is true i am getting engaged, yes i am. i really am. why don't you guys believe me? do i look like i am joking? anyways i wouldnt be joking about this kind of event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the guys of the digital world, i may seem friendly and fun to talk with, but i really wish that u would respect the fact that i am getting engaged and please do not say that i have fickled decisions about my attachment with Dearest`. you are in no position to say that i am making the wrong decisions. please stop pursuing me like a bee does to a rhododendron bush. i am seriously not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please sell your extra stupidity by the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, my passport's expiring soon. i so hate to go to lavender to renew it. so full of people, walking back and forth. grr. anyone wanna follow me there? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112907462132329197?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112907462132329197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112907462132329197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-spent-wisely.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112895377519827881</id><published>2005-10-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okayy. someone tagged me again. haha. thanks zila! love ya girl. well yea, received alot of comments about me being engaged. hehe. yea i am. soon. not now. but soon. no details for now, as this is being discussed over mine and his families. hopefully all goes well. thanks guys for letting me know that you guys still care for me. *huggies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a certain someone says that my font here is too small. i hate to agree but yea, it is small. hurts my eye too. haha. squint here, squint there. grr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;here goes the taggy virus : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 people / stuffs that i love :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my dearest, Jumali Senen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my telekung and sejadah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my digicam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Tuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my friends of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 things that needs to be inside my bag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my digicam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my pouch of makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- any reading material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my ipod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my wet and dry tissues. (does that count for one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 true things about me :&lt;/span&gt; (what a weird question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- loves making friends with almost anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i can cook. just give me any recipe. serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i love to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i can just go up to a stranger and talk to him like as if we are old friends. even if its a dare or willingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i am getting engaged soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i may look 'sombong' but on the inside i am nice and sweet. thats what my friends say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i prefer spending time with my family rather than friends. no offense please. thats just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 persons / animals i fear :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- insects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- bugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- anything four legged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- backstabbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- cannot think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- anymore uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 things i love to do :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- read books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- listen to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- spending time with my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- yakking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- sitting in front of the lappy and just surfing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- menikmati kehidupan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 things i fear :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- not being able to be Hajjah Nur Anieshia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- not being able to witness the wedding(s) of my child(ren).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- to be on the wrong path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- not to be able to live the life as a normal, healthy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- not being able to fulfill my own dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- breaking the trust of the people that i love most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i do not fear Tuhan, but i must love him, as he is MAHA KUASA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; in my room :&lt;/span&gt; (what?! another weird question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- air conditioner and fan together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 people that i need them to do what i did :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- dearest`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- iwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- aini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- arsaed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- abang hazri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There. I have decided not to SABO any of you as I want this tagging virus to stop. And as you would have realised, those 7 people I have tagged, would never reply to my tag. Never, because they do not blog in the first place. Heh. I am so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;since this is the fasting month, whatever i have mentioned is nothing but the truth. no white or other colourful lies tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112895377519827881?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112895377519827881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112895377519827881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112887035580162729</id><published>2005-10-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i really have no idea of what to update today. don say today, but nowadays. haiz. my mind has just turned blank on me for the umpteenth times now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;these weekend is like a cooking lesson to me. i have been cooking the past 2 days. was fun seh. ahakz. never knew that i have the interest in cooking. aaha, only for the family ya. i am a bit afraid of cooking for my friends. ah maybe when the time arrives, they will get a taste of my cooking. ahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;has 5 days really past since the first day of Ramadhan? wow that was fast. it seems like only a few days have past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;staying at home is making me friendless. haha! all of my friends have their own life. hanging out, going shopping, going to geylang to feel the cheerfulness of hari raya, etc. i feel so happy reading some blogs stating that they went to geylang, even tho i can't go. feels different not experiencing the life of geylang. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;changed template again. that is twice for the whole month. but i don know. i find this nice but haha.. sis nuwul don find it nice. grr... maybe i change again. AGAIN. ish. haha. i have like all the time in the world to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;did a little searching for the right school to go to. i am thinking of studying again. Thought of applying for MDIS or BMC or whatever there is. i am not that rich. haha thats what i realise when i look at the price. wow! haha. i just can't bring myself to go study at ite. i do not know why. haiz. i just cannot. yes i have to pay more than normal and i have to pass this course so as not to waste more money. i have wasted more than enough.tisk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and to end this note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can i say i am getting engaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112887035580162729?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112887035580162729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112887035580162729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-really-have-no-idea-of-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112866362385860811</id><published>2005-10-07T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do love men. but it's just that sometimes we just don't get you. haiz. this is what i think of what u men shouldn't go to us ladies. well heck, i am just bored. just some stuffs i can think of, well based on my experience and a few questionaires done on some people. ar well. maybe i should go around asking more. ahakz. men. who can live without them? the ups and downs of out lives. the psychos, the stalkers, the gentlemen, etc. loads of them. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but this is just in the "Beginning of the Dating Scene", where u get to know a guy. later on in the days to come i will put up for "When you are in a Relationship". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if you like me, ask me out. We are not in secondary school anymore. if i like you, i'd ask you out. okayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if we go on a first date, and it doesn't go to well, don't bother with "i'll call you". leave gracefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't use being DRUNK as an excure for 'accidentally' kissing me. if you kiss me, drunk or not, you have a BIG KISS to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;call me when u say u are going to call. because, otherwise i will wait for your call. and that's not nice. (do u ladies agree?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't call me if you haven't gotten over your last girlfriend/boyfriend/mother/wife. i'm not an understudy for a psycho-romantic-drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't tell my friends that you think i am cool and special unless you mean it. remember the rule of the telephone : you tell my friends, they tell me. i might end up thinking that u are cool and special. then when u do not do anything, i'll be forced to realise that you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;do not monopolize the conversations with anecdotes about yourself, unless they are really funny. remember to chat. asking questions out of sincere interest is very attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;do not pretend you like me in order to fuck me. that is not being nice. if your only intentions is to fuck me, tell me upfront.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;do not tell me u wanna spend the weekend with me and then call me the night before to bail, or not to call at all. i won't be emotionally crushed at all if you don't wanna hang out with me. of course, i will be disappointed but being blown off is much less damaging than not knowing and wondering why why why in the world u didn't call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;do not kiss and tell. because i know u will so do me the honour of not degrading me.&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/9594380-112866362385860811?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112866362385860811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112866362385860811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-do-love-men.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112860733955973993</id><published>2005-10-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was reminiscing on my past. today has been like the most not enjoyable day i had. sitting silently in one side of my room, staring into nothingness. was actually down and losing grasp of all situations in my life. i wouldn't want to brood over these, but sometimes the past do catch up on me. making feel worser than i already am. i do not wish to deplore over these. i absolute abhor it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i presume i am running slower these days. do not know how long i will continue running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112860733955973993?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112860733955973993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112860733955973993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/was-reminiscing-on-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112852519964788705</id><published>2005-10-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it has been days since i last update. i have totally no idea of what to update these days. Well first and foremost, i am getting better. i can now walk to Bugis but then again, the next day i get cramps that won't allow me to walk much. shrugs. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yesterday was a very confusing day for me. ex decided to contact me back and made a date to catch up on old times. ex promised to behave himself when he is with me, promised me that he has changed. me being the soft hearted, decided to give him a chance. again. this being the third time. met him but no conversations was exchanged between us. stoopid him. waste of my time meeting him up. i hate the way he sweet talked. what a fucker. there is no way i would contact him anymore. what he did yesterday made me despise him even more. my attitude yesterday was too despicable. i have no control over myself. i should have rejected his offer to catch up on old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lucky for me that he had last minute plans to meet up with his mom. whatever the reason is. ex practically had no shame and asked for 20 bucks. what the hell, loaned him the cash, knowing that i won't ever see the cash again. shucks. but i don mind, anything to avoid meeting him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;decided to surprise Dearest` at his workplace. and shocked he was due to not recognising me with my extremely short hair. haha! it's okayy. i have got 3 hours to spare till he finished his work. 3 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to bugis library. u know, the biggest library. haha! to my absolute ignorance to the directions board, i ventured out to find the central loaning center. stoopid me, went up to level 2 confidently yet to find that i was 2 levels away from the loaning center. haha! so had to go down to basement. too big the library, and the silence is too much for me to bear. i kept dozing off and yawning. ish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. decided to go people shopping while waiting for Dearest` to finish work. so many types of people. the young couple with a baby, weird couples, gay partners, people with too little attair etc. try to get my drift. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went home with Dearest` sending me home. thanks! was so shagged. slept in early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today's the first day of Puasa. it went good. even though alot of people actually can get on my nerves. haha! its okayy. i have more patience during the fasting month. other months; don't even try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112852519964788705?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112852519964788705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112852519964788705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-has-been-days-since-i-last-update.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112823293697748632</id><published>2005-10-02T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.. love this game u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kak Nadia n Era,&lt;br /&gt;u will have to give us 3 facts a about yourselves. Any 3 facts. after u have written down the facts, u now have 5 choices of people to continue the chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if 2 people tagged u, u must do twice the facts thus 3x2 = 6. So u have to do 6 facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. to kak nadia, anda punyer tagboard rosak uh. cannot write to u there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112823293697748632?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112823293697748632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112823293697748632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112816822764004481</id><published>2005-10-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*gasp* i have been tagged! oh no.. i was so busy making fun of people who have been tagged little did i realise that i will get it too. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have been tagged by 2 people, dearest Nuya and sweetest Nuwul Pink. Since i have been tagged by 2 girls, i will give the honour of telling you guys 6 facts about me. 3 each for u girls. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact no 1 : &lt;/b&gt; i cut and treatment my hair EVERY MONTH. no kidding okayy. i am obsessed with salons. fyi, i just cut my hair short. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact no 2 :&lt;/b&gt; i cannot live without reading materials. i would get bored not reading anything at all. just give me anything, politics, classifieds, encyclopedias, i will read it. second thing i am obsessed about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact no 3 :&lt;/b&gt; i have a thing about crowds. i tend to react agressively to large crowds of people like National Day, ppl at town or Bugis etc. i will hyperventilate. serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact no 4 :&lt;/b&gt; i have a fetish for bags. small, big, enormous, wild, colourful, business, casual, name me anything, i have ALOT of bags. last count is 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact no 5 :&lt;/b&gt; i cannot stand my boyfriend's softness. it irritates the shit out of me. not only him, i cant stand guys who are soft and just not manly. i have no idea why. don't ask me. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact no 6 :&lt;/b&gt; i hate durians and oranges. period. stop asking me why. i can't even stand the smell of it. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i am done. yea! okayy so now i have to pass this chain thingy to another 5 people is it? or is it 3? ah well the more the better, so 5 it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aiman. [once in a while buat chain letter nie okay per.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dewie. [hehe anything else i do not know about u?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;adeq nadera. [eh budak, since u have nothing to do, do this okayy. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nadiah. [hey sis, how about doing this for fun when u come back.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yana. [so.. care to extend the chain letter?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112816822764004481?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112816822764004481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112816822764004481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/10/gasp-i-have-been-tagged-oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112807386390578642</id><published>2005-09-30T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please go away. Ya Allah, tolong lah juahkan dia daripada aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please heed me. I would not go through the tortures anymore. I would not succumb to this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he everytime come back to haunt me when it is arriving to Hari Raya. I do not want to go through it another time. You haunt me everytime. Please go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i admit i am very distraught by what u have done to me. I do not wish to repeat the horror every Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not disturb my mum. Please do not disturb my family. Anyone whom i know. No more of these games. I am tired of playing it for 3 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget me. Do not attempt to find me anymore. Why don't you get the fact that i am already gone from your life? Things have changed. I have moved on, having a terrific guy in my life. For once he appreciates me. Please do not ruin this again. Once twice is enough. I do not want to repeat for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleading here. I know u will come across this site. You are capable i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become stronger because of what you did to me. I have overcome the depressions and challenges brought upon me. Let me be. I beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in trauma. I want to have a normal Hari Raya celebrations this year. I am sure you do too. It was a traumatic experience for me and it took me a long time to get over the case. Please it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were from my past, please stay in my past. Stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trembling. No one understands my past, not even Dearest`. Just let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgiven you for your past sins. Just let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112807386390578642?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112807386390578642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112807386390578642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/please-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112800560129822412</id><published>2005-09-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sure MAJORITY of the girls out are like voting for Syed Azmir to be the Juara. I know! I so sense your eagerness, but too bad luck wasn't by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khairul Anwar is the JUARA of 2005!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohhh Azmir lose by 3.0%. Too bad lor, but Khairul is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really expect him to win, thought it would be Fauzie Laily, but then again his performance not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairil not much of an impact. Like the silent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar bless, lucky Syed doesn't win. I think the air in his head will really expand. His ego is big enough to fit into HRC. No need to expand more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm this i would like to comment about something. It's Nurul's voice. I'm really sorry if i do offend her friends but actually right, her voice is VERY NYARING. Sakit telinga gue. Adoi.. Ouch! And the Sempoi guy, sakit pulak mata gue. Why is his hair like that every Anugerah show? Double ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so have alot to comment on the finalists but i may sound abit harsh. So tempted! But can't. Contain aniEs, keep it contain. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be looking forward to seeing tonight's blogs about the Anugerah. Confirm, alot of the other people will write about tonight's show. Muahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112800560129822412?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112800560129822412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112800560129822412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-sure-majority-of-girls-out-are-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112791700489113100</id><published>2005-09-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this entry from a friend of mine, Yana, i like the entry that she posted, so here i will put up courtesy of her. Thanks sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Silver .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single and Loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Red .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single and Looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. Pink .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single not loving it too much and wanting someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;. Gold .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single n not so much loving it n not really lookin either. just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;. Blue .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single and totally adore this really cute guy/girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;. Green .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken and Dedicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;. Orange .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken but not a very steady relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Black .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken and ready to break-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;[[ I am currently &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; but at the same time i am also silver. Teehee! Until i get married. Hopefully Dearest` never find out about this. Just kidding..]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112791700489113100?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112791700489113100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112791700489113100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/got-this-entry-from-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112779123369233968</id><published>2005-09-27T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up this morning to the sun shining down directly onto my face. Anyone heard of the word curtains. Toopid sister, Era, not closing the curtain the night before. Some times i just wonder where her brain goes the time she went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Switched on my internet and log onto my site. Notice that my tagboard are slagging off. Again. No one are actually interested in my life. But what do i care. It's not like i have interesting things to talk about. Unlike last time, i can go out and find things to talk about. Especially the people out there. Me and my trusty cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I notice that 3 people tagged me today or yesterday. Two of which are my friends. But the other one, is that really Xiaxue? Well not that sure. I'm sure Wendy Cheng is currently busy with her life and not go around tagging people. But then again, i do not know her personally. Ya i like reading her blog. It's nice to read anything refreshing everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We should make the effort to blog everyday. Well i support that theory. I like reading interesting facts about other people. Updating everyday will make me an avid reader. But currently, the only site i am making an effort to read are the these sites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pink is the new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Las Fashionistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Xiaxue (of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Socialite Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I like the fact that they have interesting things to talk about. Okayy change of topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday was a weird day. Father called home saying that someone famous boarded his taxi.In my mind, i was like wondering who sia? U want famous got Zoe Tay, or Gurmit Singh. Aiyah! I thought who. It turns out to be out Singapore Idol, Mr Taufik Batisah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes the tall, dark and handsome guy from what's that TV show he is currently acting in? I know, i don't keep track of this stuffs. But he is nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Want a tip girls to whom are interested in him, he stays at west side area. He is 24 this coming Dec. He just broke up with his current girlfriend. And he left his wallet in the cab which my dad drove. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dum dum boy. How could u forget? Haha. Oh well he called my dad and finally returned the wallet to him. Ar the bliss of knowing that even selenge Singapore Idol can lose his wallet sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Very cute uh he. I think la. I guess he is just charming. I am sure he can charm other girls into liking him. Haha... Soo charming. Ahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well tomorrow i will be going to catch a movie with Dearest`. What movie to catch? Not alot of shows now. Need to buy a photo album to keep all my pictures. Buy soap to wash the clothes. Haiyo! So many. Haha.. Actually only two things but complain like alot like that. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now will continue to bloghop again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112779123369233968?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112779123369233968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112779123369233968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/woke-up-this-morning-to-sun-shining.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112773488843451042</id><published>2005-09-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice time over at Dearest` place for a small makan gathering. Yum! The mother cooked spagetti specially for me. So sweet right?! I love u too Dearest` mother. Ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't took much pictures as i didn't bring along my favourite cam. Mummy brought it along to her cruise last weekend. Darn! So i resorted to bringing my old cam. Oh so not the nice holding the cam. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took alot of my own pictures but u can't possibly want me to put up all the pictures. Na ah, no way. Crazy. So i will just put up Dearest` pics with his younger sister, and mine i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why am i not photogenic? Grrr.. Bodoh. So unfair. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture you will see is my dearest Era. Can u see what she is doing? She is doing her homework while chatting with me, while eating the spagetti i brought home, with the laptop open and music blasting. Siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention she is chatting on MSN too. What a multitasker. Just like the sister. Me! I so like to multitask. Muahaha! Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/IMG_4494.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/IMG_4495.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/IMG_4517.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/IMG_4538.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112773488843451042?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112773488843451042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112773488843451042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-nice-time-over-at-dearest-place.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112757174011083490</id><published>2005-09-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would like to congratulate &lt;strong&gt;Mr Aiman&lt;/strong&gt; on graduating from Temasek Polytechnic, attaining the Diploma of Information Technology. *claps hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is my grammar correct? Sounds very funny to me. Oh well. Congrats again Aiman. Happy for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And this goes to all the graduates of TP, whom i don know who. Ahakz.. Wish u all the best in life and working life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dearest` birthday is tomorrow. I have no idea of wat to bring. Oh slash that. I have nothing to bring for Dearest` tomorrow. My reasons. I have my reasons. Oh stop with the attitude. I can't go out and buy for him a pressie. Stupid condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No camera tomorrow. Sucks. Can't camwhore with his younger sister. Very &lt;em&gt;chio&lt;/em&gt; u know. Confirm! But too much make up uh. But that's ok. I still love her like my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112757174011083490?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112757174011083490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112757174011083490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-would-like-to-congratulate-mr-aiman.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112753309211257408</id><published>2005-09-24T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:52.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was sooo bored out of my skeleton that i decided to change my layout. Yes again. Seriously though, this is my 21st layout since i last started last year on January. I've changed url 3 times over the past year. Changed from blogger.com to multiply.com then to blogger.com again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First love is so hard to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't find this layout that nice. Too commercial. Ahakz, like the rest of my layout not that commercial. I don't like common layouts. Hish, guess i have to go back to making my own layout. I so don't like that idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sheesh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Spend my day with Dearest` yesterday at a very nice place. Very relaxing and very &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;. But plans had to cut short as Grandmother keep pestering me to come home earlier than expected. Damn! Dearest` paid big bucks to pamper him and me, but due to urgent requirements by grandmother, we burned the money just like that. &lt;em&gt;*whoosh*&lt;/em&gt; Lucky he was understandable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry dear, next time my treat ok. When i get a job that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mummy won't be home for 3 days. Went for a cruise. &lt;em&gt;Shiok&lt;/em&gt; kan. So on the way home, bought rojak for my sibs, and by 10pm, he went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The house is in a mess. Only one day Mummy went away, plus me going out only for a short period of time, the house is in a mess! Gosh. Gerek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Will changed this layout as soon as i'm a free of house chores. As of now, i am the Lady of the House. You are all required to listen and do as i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112753309211257408?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112753309211257408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112753309211257408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/was-sooo-bored-out-of-my-skeleton-that.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112736557543287092</id><published>2005-09-22T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have just gotten back home from urut. Was chatting with Kak Kikin, while talking on the phone with Deareset` when this 'stalker' of mine in MSN log in. He's such an irritant. I'm not being rude or anything, I would appreciate him not prying into my life. I wouldn't call him stalker cause he is truly nothing that resembles a real stalker like the previous one i had. Ahakz. Yes i am attracting these kind of guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes i am refering to you. Please do not pry, it is not nice. It's my privacy and i have every right to not tell u anything. I like a normal conversation without hints of, pardon my language, horniness or sex or the most famous phrase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Are you open minded?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that is just plain rude. You are lucky i don't do copy and paste. I don't kiss and tell, this is not kiss and tell. We'll make it as telling it to ur face, since i have never met u before in my life. Since i tried telling u through msn but u cant get it. I will write an entry here. I know you will read it. I heard you are a frequent visitor here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm really not trying to be rude here, but i have my pride and dignity. I AM NOT A SLUT. Not every girl tells u how she gets horny (??!), or what i did with my boyfren. I have never in my life feel so shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am ashamed that most guys out there are like u. Awak memalukan kaum lelaki. What would the other guys think? Friends don't talk like that to their gal friends. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Learn to respect the ladies of this world. If we would tell any guy whom we don know, about what we do in our private lives, well we can easily call the press. Or make our own small magazine,and it will definitely to send right to your doorstep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I do not know what is your intention. I can make friends. Yes. I like making friends but this is not how the conversation goes when making friends. Can u imagine the horror of getting a call and a question pops out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Are u alone in the house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What does that question implies? I &lt;strong&gt;NORMALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, notice normally, get questions from a guy friend like "Have u eaten? Not going out?". Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And also don go around bad mouthing me. I don like that. I'm sure you are a nice guy, so please stop the behaviour. Sapa makan chilli, dier la yg rasa pedas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direct translation&lt;/strong&gt; : U eat the frigging chilli, u will feel the frigging hotness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh ya and another thing, don come into msn and click on me and ask me whether i am refering to u. I won't say anything. Awak terasa, awak lah tu orangnye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112736557543287092?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112736557543287092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112736557543287092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-just-gotten-back-home-from-urut.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112728054313294034</id><published>2005-09-21T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First and foremost, i would like to extend a Happy Birthday to Ernie Lydiana today. Happy 19th Birthday darling. One thing, i have been such a bad friend to you. I admit, i totally forgot that today is the 21st. This is what u get if you are either not schooling or working. A thousand apologises from me to you. Sorry k sayang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;U have no idea how bad i feel for forgetting the date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Woke up early today at 730am. Donch know what i should do now. Have been staring at this computer since morning. I have already finished my friend's blog. It's the exact same replica of my blog. Well she hasn't decided what layout to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sleepy now. Wanna catch up on my beauty sleep. Anyone else want to join?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teehee. It's nice u know. The bed looks so inviting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now i sound just like a C-grade pornstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112728054313294034?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112728054313294034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112728054313294034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-and-foremost-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112720367354336319</id><published>2005-09-20T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teehee! Was actually looking through some blogs and i came across one that comments abt Anugerah. I am not really into this Anugerah thingy. It brings the Sarcastic one out of me. Like my mom says yesterday night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Kau tengok Anugerah ni buat dosa jer tau. Tak kutuk tak sah ker?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I mean, well you guys watched the show with high volume, who wouldn't go out of their own rooms to see what is happening. Era wouldn't stop making giggles whenever she sees Fauzie Laily. What kind of a name is that? Sounds like a girl to me. Not that im making sarcastic remarks, but i find it irritating that she screams like the teeny boppers audiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Oh Fauzie Fauzie!! Cute kan Mummy!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That is what she said to my mom. I was like what the hell. From what i noticed in the show i find, whathisname, oh, Syed Azmir more good looking. Ahakz. Very cute u know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My dearest mother can't deny that, i have basically the same taste as her. That's y my Dearest` is above average. Siakz nyer aku. Mummy gave Dearest` 6 out of 10. Oh well, at least it is above average. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Syed Azmir has a typically malay guy look. So dark, so handsome, so tall. The perfect dream guy. But i already have one. Don't mind me having another guy. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Introducing the 4 finalists. You guys should know the names cause i really couldn't be bothered to write down anyways. *winks* Anyways what is up with their hair? I find it very ugly. Shoot the hairstylist will ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/azmirT.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Khairilt.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Khairul-Anwart.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/Mohd-Fauzielailyt.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112720367354336319?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112720367354336319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112720367354336319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/teehee-was-actually-looking-through.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112719479186740644</id><published>2005-09-20T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good afternoon people. Was surfing the net when i came across this site. I didnt know that blogger.com has a quiz site. You can take quizzes and post it to your blogs. Ya well i've seen other sites having quizzes but not blogger. Ar well the site address is &lt;a href="http://blogthings.com"&gt;http://blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What a funny name. Wonder what the rest of my friends are doing now? Dewie. U at work kan? Sooo good. Syahida? School maybe. I know Wati and Fazlinda are doing attachments and skooling respectively. I think. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lydia is schooling. Farina called me just now to ask for my opinion on what kind of working bag to bring on the first day of work. Hehe! I am a bag freak. I missed going shopping and purchasing bags. I wanna do it again. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grandfather called on my cellphone asking how's my feet. I told him it's getting better actually.The swellness have gone down, tuhs making my feet look normal. Alhamdulillah! I feel kinda down lately cause i am currently not working and couldnt support my own grandparents. I feel kinda useless. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Waiting for the time when my father would go to work and the house would be quiet and peaceful. He is irritating me. I have like no privacy typing entries if he is in the house. HE thinks that he has every priviledge to read whatever we write in here, and know whatever is gong on in this house. He even wanna know calls me at my cellphone and who logs onto MSN. That is one helluva busybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dearest` coming over later at 7pm after work. Needs to pass my Ipod back to recharge and then he will borrow again. Miss my Ipod. Can't wait for him to come so i can eat my wanton noodle. Kepunan uh. Hehe! He hasn't visiting me since last Tuesday. Now is Tuesday and it is one week oready. He misses me too much. Poor him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112719479186740644?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112719479186740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112719479186740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-afternoon-people.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112711364337294552</id><published>2005-09-19T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watched "Fighting Temptations" at HBO just now. It is so funny. So cute! Here's a short sypnosis of the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darin Hill (Cuba Gooding Jr.), a smooth New York ad executive, loses his job and has nowhere to turn. His luck changes, though, when he discovers he's going to receive a nice inheritance from a wealthy aunt who recently died. But when he returns to his hometown in Alabama to collect the cash, he uncovers the catch: First he must organize a successful gospel choir. That's easier said than sung, because he can't find any talented singers … until he meets sultry jazz singer Lily (Beyoncé Knowles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See! Loved this show cause actually stars more Stars then it stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/movie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&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/9594380-112711364337294552?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112711364337294552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112711364337294552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/watched-fighting-temptations-at-hbo.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112709667908648034</id><published>2005-09-19T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grr I'm soo bored hehe! Have totally no idea what to do on the net. Listening to a few songs now. Kinda like Kelly Clarkson's songs. Haha! Addicted to my lil sis's songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boo hoo! Aku mendak hehe! Went bloghopping and met a bunch of my old schoolmate's blogsite. Didnt know they have one too. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm lame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112709667908648034?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112709667908648034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112709667908648034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/grr-im-soo-bored-hehe-have-totally-no.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112706390361970984</id><published>2005-09-19T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dang! Can't seem to sleep. Haiz. What should i do in the middle of the night? Ahakz. Orang giler jer tak tido. Can't sleep. Do i have insomia (that how u spell it?) Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112706390361970984?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112706390361970984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112706390361970984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/dang-cant-seem-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112705071303845866</id><published>2005-09-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teehee no more hogging the computer. Decided to use my father's laptop and out it in my room. You see what'e point of having a lappy if you don use it? So we decided to make full use of it. Since we have two internet connections; Singtel and Starhub, we put the Singtel line in the lappy which will stay in my room and the Starhub line in the main computer as it has to be connected to the SCV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ah the bliss of using the lappy without anyone disdturbing me. The bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But then again can't make full use of this lappy though. Can't download this download that. No matter there's always the transfering thingy. Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At home has been very boring for me these days. Can't seem to think what to do. I wanna go out but i can't. I'm getting very unmotivated nowadays about my recovery. People keep complaining that im being a burden. What the hell am i supposed to do. I'm trying as hard as i can to get better. It's not that i don't want to get better. The hell I WANT TO GET BETTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teehee. Oh well thanks again to the taggers who have wished me well wishes these past few days. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112705071303845866?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112705071303845866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112705071303845866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/teehee-no-more-hogging-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112684117787027272</id><published>2005-09-16T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God! I miss him soo much.. Too many painful memories. He is everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In my email, phone book, everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I haven't yet deleted all my sent mails. Hurts reading them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112684117787027272?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112684117787027272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112684117787027272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-i-miss-him-soo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112683786294270404</id><published>2005-09-16T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a picture of a last minute present from my mom. She bought the pearl necklace that i want. So sweet of her. Teehee! Love you Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000678.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000679.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fall in love with the classic look from the 80s. I don't know when but I like it. It's so classic and ladylike unlike nowadays trends. Just my point of view. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dearest`'s birthday is coming along on the 25th. No birthday pressies for him this year. Because i can't go out of this house. Damn! It's like i'm bounded in here til i'm better. Poor Dearest`. But maybe i will be going over to his house for a family gathering. They were so considerate as to not go out for a dinner but cook in just for me. Great future in-laws i have. How lucky.&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/9594380-112683786294270404?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112683786294270404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112683786294270404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-picture-of-last-minute-present.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112675462653356661</id><published>2005-09-15T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Woke up this morning to the feeling of remorse. The feeling of losing someone. Definitely not Dearest` that is. Maybe it's him. Well i think it's about time i moved on from my past. It's been a year and i should move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What is my plans for today. I've been feeling bored currently being at home. I want to work again. I missed the working environment. Wished so hard that i can walk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Read the morning papers just now. One thing i like about the Thursday's paper is cause it comes together with the Urban paper. Today's paper was refering to the &lt;strong&gt;GST&lt;/strong&gt;. What does it mean? &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;ood &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ervice &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;est. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It shows two reporters going undercover, one as the casual shopper, the other one as the chic shopper. Hehe! They visited 7 designer stores to see if sloppily and well-dressed customers were treated differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The shops :&lt;/strong&gt; Chanel, Club 21, Giorgio Armani, Gucci, Hermes, Louis Vuitton and Prada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who passed the test? Only two of the seven boutiques - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Club 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - passed the test by treating both undercover reporters kindly. The rest showed preferential treatment to the better-dressed scribe or to the tourists and their regular customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is funny but this is the service we get in Singapore. These sales assistants have their nose so high in the sky thus looking down at the scantily dressed customers. They think that we can't afford to buy these designer stuffs. They are willing to suck up to foreign tourists just because they have more money to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How can these SALES ASSISTANTS act like as if they are some big shots? They are just fucking SALES ASSISTANTS, like in any clothing stores like Giordano and Bossini except yes, they have designer names. Not any MARKETING EXECUTIVES or DESIGN ENGINEERS. Their pay is nothing compared these Executives. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112675462653356661?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112675462653356661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112675462653356661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/woke-up-this-morning-to-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112666465247540833</id><published>2005-09-14T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friends came over to my house after their school and work. Thank you for coming. Here's some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000628.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000632.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000655.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000667.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000659.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000657.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000617.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000621.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000614.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000663.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000673.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000670.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000674.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/P1000666.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soo there we have it..&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/9594380-112666465247540833?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112666465247540833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112666465247540833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/friends-came-over-to-my-house-after.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112662884494087988</id><published>2005-09-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please escuse my mood just now. I would like to say thanks to all those who wish me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not in order i would like to say thank you once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lydia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Farina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sufi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dearest`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kak Kikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Syahidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nasaruddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ain Kuning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The guy who hurts my feeling (u know who u are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and to all those i didnt mention. I don forget u. Thank u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Good night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112662884494087988?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112662884494087988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112662884494087988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/please-escuse-my-mood-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594380.post-112662325414150980</id><published>2005-09-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:04:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The worst thing to happen to a person on her birthday is to get hurt by someone whom she cares for so long. That's what happen to me. See what u get for laughing too much in the day. At night, i will cry thinking of what he accuse me of. What his venom words did to my heart. The fact that he will never realise how selfish he is by not caring in what condition i am. How could u hurt me after all this years u have known me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My heart's still pounding from the conversation we had a few minutes ago. How could he? The words are indescribable, my head's pounding against my skull, my heart's hurting. He claims to be jealous but the jealousy is not at the right time. I'm so frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You must be wondering who. And no, its not my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594380-112662325414150980?l=aniescemong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112662325414150980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594380/posts/default/112662325414150980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniescemong.blogspot.com/2005/09/worst-thing-to-happen-to-person-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>aniEs cEmong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049272958509760768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/anieshia/asphyxiateme.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
