<?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-8036496872869714378</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:37:48.346-07:00</updated><category term='&quot;I do not believe in FOREVER&quot;'/><category term='KL is in DANGER'/><category term='i&apos;m just such a LAZY BUM..'/><category term='copied from facebook'/><category term='Can anyone just ask me out for a DATE? i&apos;m DESPERATE'/><category term='GOODBYE'/><category term='i need suggestions'/><category term='i love you'/><category term='By Kate Perry (i dedicate this song for Liyu)'/><category term='from boyzone [Better]'/><category term='Now let me hear you say &quot;HEY HEY HEY&quot;'/><category term='i love him'/><category term='Me.. Dalwin.. and Nushan.. THREE GOOD FRIENDS OF MINE'/><category term='i betrayed TM'/><category term='Can someone just slap me???????????????????'/><category term='By Alan Kuo'/><category term='i don&apos;t fall for a guy by just looking at their facial appearance. But THAT IS JUST TOO MUCH'/><category term='GLASS'/><category term='The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><category term='but i really worget him..'/><category term='Mr. Enba.. you didn&apos;t comb your hair properly.. HAHAHA'/><category term='OMG i cant control myself'/><category term='will add more photos soon'/><category term='by Natasha Bedingfield'/><category term='i&apos;ve got FREE dress coz it&apos;s CHRISTMAS hehe'/><category term='I miss Jack'/><category term='BanPin i think you can do these'/><category term='IOI Mall is boring'/><title type='text'>Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with tears..</title><subtitle type='html'>When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was SMILING. Live your life, so that when you die, you're the one SMILING, and everyone around you is crying..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7844872601242072858</id><published>2009-07-20T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:48:26.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LADY GAGA!!!</title><content type='html'>I wanna be like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt; fan!!!&lt;br /&gt;i like the way she sings..              but i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOOKS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;STYLE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQthGIxdfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4uaFTv4tiAA/s1600-h/Paparazzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQthGIxdfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4uaFTv4tiAA/s320/Paparazzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459503084074482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQthO7XIUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/5Eh4hEnWYzY/s1600-h/LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQthO7XIUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/5Eh4hEnWYzY/s320/LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459505443742018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtRMHKNdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/t41heDk87As/s1600-h/lady-gaga-thigh-high-shoelace-boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtRMHKNdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/t41heDk87As/s320/lady-gaga-thigh-high-shoelace-boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459229810013650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQzaC6sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/W_ZsXET-DRk/s1600-h/Lady-GaGa-Res2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQzaC6sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/W_ZsXET-DRk/s320/Lady-GaGa-Res2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459223178341058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQpX-Z2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/QaeJN_r2QzU/s1600-h/lady-gaga-promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQpX-Z2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/QaeJN_r2QzU/s320/lady-gaga-promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459220485302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQYLQMpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vo6zoZGl89A/s1600-h/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQYLQMpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vo6zoZGl89A/s320/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459215868539538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQPLHLDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3dt78thPFMw/s1600-h/LadyGaGaPF002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQtQPLHLDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3dt78thPFMw/s320/LadyGaGaPF002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459213452028978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsoPGQnaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CmFRB03uZtY/s1600-h/lady-gaga-paparazzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsoPGQnaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CmFRB03uZtY/s320/lady-gaga-paparazzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360458526236908962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsn1FwkQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IFzHq50Trj4/s1600-h/lady-gaga-MAIN_0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsn1FwkQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IFzHq50Trj4/s320/lady-gaga-MAIN_0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360458519255486722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsnvUaM3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/1QUyFdEMWfo/s1600-h/ladygaga_lovegame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsnvUaM3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/1QUyFdEMWfo/s320/ladygaga_lovegame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360458517706322802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsnTjn4OI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JARan2fw-Bk/s1600-h/lady-gaga_l6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsnTjn4OI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JARan2fw-Bk/s320/lady-gaga_l6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360458510253940962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQsnNlQ8WI/AAAAAAAAAWo/spNj4slaqAM/s1600-h/lady-gaga_l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; 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width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQr-bB23JI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GVHllXC-MaQ/s320/Lady-Gaga103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360457807885163666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQr-JaGYFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XsJhi3juhtY/s1600-h/lady-gaga2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQr-JaGYFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XsJhi3juhtY/s320/lady-gaga2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360457803155005522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQr92Fhm5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/vHJdJcK2It8/s1600-h/LadyGaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQqbafd9JI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fJx2nvqAP1c/s320/lady_gaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360456106933875858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQqagyAEGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YM79_9HyVb0/s1600-h/Lady+GaGa+Gaga.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQqagyAEGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YM79_9HyVb0/s320/Lady+GaGa+Gaga.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360456091442352226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQqaWhWmuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TUyZx5aSjV8/s1600-h/gaga_4_058__opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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width: 227px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQqZqKtcWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rYCnS0xEkSI/s320/LadyGaGaPF002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360456076782039394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7844872601242072858?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7844872601242072858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7844872601242072858' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7844872601242072858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7844872601242072858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gaga.html' title='LADY GAGA!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmQthGIxdfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4uaFTv4tiAA/s72-c/Paparazzi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8958440002397866889</id><published>2009-07-17T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T04:21:10.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS..</title><content type='html'>17 July 2009 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day to collect my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ResultsP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lus Direct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; slip at British Council, for those who had taken Edexcel O-Levels Examination in the month of May. I went with my dad after picking up my younger brother from his school. Throughout the journey, daddy and i were chatting.. He was sharing his problems, in other words, he was actually releasing his tension..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, he's been bothered by my both aunties' problems. They are my father's younger and youngest sister. One is so miserable to have married a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DISLOYAL&lt;/span&gt; husband whom has TWO kids. Another one is too miserable to have married a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GAMBLER&lt;/span&gt;, YET, they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;FOUR &lt;/span&gt;kids already!!! My anuties are still young, they're just 30++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your information, i am not being BUSY-BODY here. I'm just telling the facts that ARE happening in this world, the people around you, are they like them too?? If they do, please, please advise them, and motivate them. I feel so PITIFUL to them.. i just wish i could help them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with a DISLOYAL husband actually requested for divorce. But he declined. The main reason is, he doesn't want people around him to look down on him, he doesn't want others to change view on him.. OMG!!! this kind of guy REMINDS me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THOM&lt;/span&gt;!!! There's ONLY a word to describe men like them : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;JERK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny that he's RICH (just like Thom)!! Who doesn't want to marry a rich guy?? Who doesn't want to live in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;LUXURIOUS LIFE&lt;/span&gt;?? Who doesn't want GUCCI, LV, PRADA??? WHO DOESN'T WANT A BMW, MERCEDES BENZ, FARRARI??? WHO DOESN'T WANT BRANDED PRODUCTS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.. this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;MES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;SA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;GE&lt;/span&gt; for ya'll.. Before you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PROPOSE&lt;/span&gt; to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;" you&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE.. I'M BEGGING YA'LL.. PLEASE DO MAKE SURE THAT YOU WIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URE THE VOW THAT YOU'VE MADE TO HER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL GIRLS ARE SOFT-HEARTED, THIS IS TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We put all our heart in our marriage.. We do not play a fool when it comes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;. We take it SERIOUSLY. And we hope that ya'll take it seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt;! Marriage is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;LIFELONG&lt;/span&gt;... If you LOVE her, why would you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt; her so badly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the TWO kids.. Think of their welfare.. Their future.. Do not hold any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GRUDGE&lt;/span&gt;.. Everyone made &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;MISTAKES&lt;/span&gt;.. The wife had FORGIVEN you.. but can't you just APPRECIATE it?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;SET HER FREE&lt;/span&gt;... That is ALL she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;RELEASE&lt;/span&gt; her from all the bad memories you've caused her in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBeJNilNII/AAAAAAAAAUY/CUiotrhPPqY/s1600-h/images+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBeJNilNII/AAAAAAAAAUY/CUiotrhPPqY/s320/images+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359387068917429378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so special about GAMBLING??!! Especially for those who already have FAMILY. Worst of all, you borrowed money from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOAN-SHARK!! COMMON SENSE PLEASE!!!&lt;/span&gt; You know you won't get away from them. It's daily counted interest rate!! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT??!! Have you ever thought of who will be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VICTIM &lt;/span&gt;of ALL YOUR FOOLISH ACTIONS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBeJX4l48I/AAAAAAAAAUg/2dvJ7cKbgSI/s1600-h/images+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBeJX4l48I/AAAAAAAAAUg/2dvJ7cKbgSI/s320/images+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359387071694103490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they have to seek for help. Help from who?? My father. My father has to sell his shares in order to help you in your financial problem. Loan-sharks are very DARING!! They tend to do ANYTHING in order you to return back their money + interest!!! They KIDNAP your children, even RAPE your wife!!! Please be more CONSIDERATE. For your family's sake, for God's sake, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PLEASE BE MORE RESPONSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;!! What else you could sell?? YOUR HOUSE?? YOUR BUSINESS COMPANY?? YOUR CAR??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT!!! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBeJjvFt0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/nTUowWw9xm4/s1600-h/images+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 57px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBeJjvFt0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/nTUowWw9xm4/s320/images+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359387074875471682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My DEAR uncles.. i'm SPEECHLESS.. i just hope that everything will be FINE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8958440002397866889?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8958440002397866889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8958440002397866889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8958440002397866889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8958440002397866889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/speechless.html' title='SPEECHLESS..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBeJNilNII/AAAAAAAAAUY/CUiotrhPPqY/s72-c/images+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-818066083011333177</id><published>2009-07-17T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:38:22.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD SUCKER!!!</title><content type='html'>17 July 2009 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3a.m. something, i was awake coz of those irritating mosquitoes that hunger for my blood.. i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hence, i got up from my bed, switched on the lights and brightened up my room.. Ready to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HUNT&lt;/span&gt; for mosquitoes!! I seriously hate them SO SO SO SO MUCH!! I searched every single place in my room.. every corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBFMcZgofI/AAAAAAAAAUA/--iqxXbTsyk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBFMcZgofI/AAAAAAAAAUA/--iqxXbTsyk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359359636654825970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH!!! i FOUND one!!! I started chasing it.. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PIAK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; YOU'RE DEAD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!! It sucked my blood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.. as long as i am able to sleep peacefully, i don 't care. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I JUST WANNA SLEEP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later.. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SMELLED&lt;/span&gt; mosquitoes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! i could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;SKIN&lt;/span&gt;..!!! F&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;!!! I tried to cover my whole body with my blanket. But i could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it!!! The sound of the vibration of its wing.. AGAIN i got up from my bed, repeated the steps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got that mosquito &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;ON MY HAND!!!&lt;/span&gt; hehehehehe.... XD poor thing.. it had an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;EMPTY&lt;/span&gt; stomach before it dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBFRHgoKiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cO2KEyEhU-o/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBFRHgoKiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cO2KEyEhU-o/s320/images+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359359716946881058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time.. i tried to sleep.. but i failed.. THANKS TO THOSE MOSQUITOES!!! So i took out a novel borrowed by TM, and read it. While i was enjoying the story, here comes &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; mosquito!!! WTH!!! I don't have diebetes, my blood's not sweet-tasting.. GO FUCKING PICK SOMEONE ELSE PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; KILLED&lt;/span&gt; IT BTW!!! and i BET that is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt; one!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MOSQUITOES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBFQ7Sj_XI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1wjiXxr8oow/s1600-h/images+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBFQ7Sj_XI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1wjiXxr8oow/s320/images+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359359713666661746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-818066083011333177?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/818066083011333177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=818066083011333177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/818066083011333177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/818066083011333177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/blood-sucker.html' title='BLOOD SUCKER!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SmBFMcZgofI/AAAAAAAAAUA/--iqxXbTsyk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1158808357608528757</id><published>2009-07-16T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:00:21.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOODBYE'/><title type='text'>i dedicate this song to YOU !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;CREEPY ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;!! I'VE GOT YOU A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; NICKNAME!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kristinia Debarge &lt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to put my life on hold&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know how to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where your life is going&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, broken hearted,&lt;br /&gt;In a corner crying, pardon me if I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;don't care &lt;/span&gt;if I never see you again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together,&lt;br /&gt;But either way baby,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/chorus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;over it&lt;/span&gt;, I've been there and back&lt;br /&gt;Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;I got that new I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;single girl swag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me with my girls and we're singin' it&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair cuz it reminded me of you&lt;br /&gt;I know you like the long do,&lt;br /&gt;Had to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;switch&lt;/span&gt; my attitude up&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of changing up how I ride,&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;On the passenger side too bad&lt;br /&gt;You miss out on the way that I drive it&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I never see you again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together,&lt;br /&gt;But either way baby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1158808357608528757?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1158808357608528757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1158808357608528757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1158808357608528757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1158808357608528757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dedicate-this-song-to-you.html' title='i dedicate this song to YOU !!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1969183424176255369</id><published>2009-07-13T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:41:00.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEOPLE!!! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!!</title><content type='html'>14 July 2009 (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the messages that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thom&lt;/span&gt; sent to me last night (13 July 2009)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try me. I have your identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" sent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20:32p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I need your written explanation tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;" sent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23:37p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU HAVE TO WRITE A LETTER TO ME TOMORROW. IF YOU DON'T, I CURSE YOU FOR LIFE. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU DIE.&lt;/span&gt;" sent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23:43p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;DON'T TRY GET ME INTO MY NERVE AND I WILL BE COMPLAINING FOREVER ABOUT YOU. GO TRY ME.&lt;/span&gt;" sent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;00:09a.m.&lt;/span&gt; (14 July 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BYE RED STREET GIRL. DON'T LET ME ASK MY GUYS TO PROMOTE YOU TO BE A PROSTITUTE. I GIVE THEM YOUR CONTACT NUMBER. TRY ME.&lt;/span&gt;" sent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;00:14a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Girls.. i've warned you people not to get near this guy..&lt;br /&gt;so if you do not listen to me, you'll have to bear the consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1969183424176255369?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1969183424176255369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1969183424176255369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1969183424176255369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1969183424176255369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/people-this-is-not-joke.html' title='PEOPLE!!! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-2836171784038972247</id><published>2009-07-13T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:21:38.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSANE!!!</title><content type='html'>13 July 2009 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just three days ago (Friday), i removed my relationship status in Facebook. I changed it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Single&lt;/span&gt;. It has been a long time that i wanted so much to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BREAK UP&lt;/span&gt; with him.. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;FREAKING RICH&lt;/span&gt; guy i mentioned in the previous post. Plus, it has been a long time i've not contact him.. Fine, i don't even BOTHER whether he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;. I DON'T CARE!!! He's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; even part of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i was TOO boring so i went online again. He sent me a few messages in Facebook, saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;You're such a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;i will post up your **** ***** ***** now!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;and i will delete and block you now!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bla.. Bla.. Bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Owh.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;JUST FUCKING DELETE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt; i didn't say that i wouldn't delete you after we broke up. But, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;K YOU&lt;/span&gt; for making the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRST MOVE&lt;/span&gt;, so i can save my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Therefore, i was living happily ever after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;WITHOUT HIS EXISTENCE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, he was so thick-skinned to still have the pride to text me a message last night!!! OMG!! How could "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" drop your &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;status&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to still message me??!! Don't "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" know that you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;insulting&lt;/span&gt; me??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I need your explanation letter and send to me by Tuesday. If you fail to submit. You will be taking charge..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya ya ya.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHATEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Opps!! i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;FORGOT&lt;/span&gt; that you're the so-called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;PRINCE of HAINAN&lt;/span&gt; in China, RIGHT?? No wonder. As your DEAR little God sister (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;) told me, she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Babe. He's not pervert ok. As you know, he's classy and arrogant. Most of people in Mid Valley knows him and others too. He doesn't like people to look down with him. He's numerous person and popular ok. As you know, keep a secret. He's a young prince of hainan in china in this ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;neration. If you don't love him. He will be migrating to other country. I will be worrying when he will be leaving if you don't love him. Think about it. My friends and i love him. So please considerate.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Just for your information, the message above is EXACTLY the REAL message that his God sister sent to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you (Elaine) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; your "God brother" so much, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;MARRY HIM, YOU IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;!!! i FUCKING don't wanna get involve in this affair!!! I'm TOTALLY an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OUTSIDER&lt;/span&gt; in this COMPLICATING matter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;This is a wall post i sent to Nanalicious in Facebook on 11th July 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SlsIraGeghI/AAAAAAAAASo/M_xLJjK5BPE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SlsIraGeghI/AAAAAAAAASo/M_xLJjK5BPE/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357885723521221138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3  style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He does love me like CRAZY!! he even put me as his FIANCEE for his "We're Related" application on his facebook profile!!! If he would just grow SLIGHTLY taller until 170cm. I wouldn't have do this to him.. just recently, i found out that he has got a secret affair with a girl on facebook. So i don't think he's a trustworthy person. DUMP HIM OF COURSE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i know i'm a BITCH!! I didn't deny the statement from the very first place. So why should i care when people telling me that i'm a BITCH??!! Cuz those people who said that i'm a bitch, THEY ARE FUCKING BITCHES TOO (FOR GIRLS!)!!! and THOSE GUYS ARE SON-OF-BITCHES!!! Especially THOM!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"THOM, CAN YOU HEAR ME??!! YOU'RE FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!!! i'm sorry your highness, i just can't help it!! You just gave birth to your dear prince of hainan, and he deserves NOTHING in this world!! NOT EVEN ME IS INCLUDED!!! Your highness, this is a message for you and your son, "YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH LIKE ME TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Thom, i here by telling you that WE'RE OFFICIALLY BROKEN UP ALREADY!!! So stop all those SILLY stuffs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;NO FUCKING EXPLANATION LETTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;NO FUCKING MESSAGES FROM YOU ANYMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2836171784038972247?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2836171784038972247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=2836171784038972247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2836171784038972247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2836171784038972247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/insane.html' title='INSANE!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SlsIraGeghI/AAAAAAAAASo/M_xLJjK5BPE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3922312307577733800</id><published>2009-07-11T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:40:10.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Quizzes i received from 36181</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;At 40 Centrigate, a person loses about 14.4 calories per hour by breathing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Electricity doesn't move through a wire, but through a field around the wire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Those stars and colours you see when you rub your eyes are called phospenes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;There is a hotel in Sweden built entirely out of ice, it is rebuilt every year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;To find out if a watermelon is ripe, knock it, and if it sounds hollow then it is ripe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Did you know, Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Babies' eyes do not produce tears until the baby is approximately size to eight weeks old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is UNCOPYRIGHTABLE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Depending upon the shade, the brain may send up to 11 tranquilizing chemicals to calm the body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Plants watered with warm water grow larger and more quickly than plants watered with cold water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Did you know, Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The average person's field of vision encompasses a 200-degree wide angle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A crocodile always grows new teeth to replace the old teeth! Amazing eh?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Humans and dolphins are the ONLY species that have sex for PLEASURE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Did you know, the cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The colour BLUE can have a calming effect on people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Male mosquitoes are VEGETARIANS. Only females bite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It snowed in the Sahara Desert in February of 1979.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Did you know, butterflies taste with their FEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3922312307577733800?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3922312307577733800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3922312307577733800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3922312307577733800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3922312307577733800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-quizzes-i-received-from-36181.html' title='Random Quizzes i received from 36181'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-5080430775423331863</id><published>2009-07-10T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:08:44.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from boyzone [Better]'/><title type='text'>i dedicate this song to all my Lincoln friends..</title><content type='html'>Our life has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same&lt;br /&gt;And the only way to say it&lt;br /&gt;Is say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't conceal&lt;br /&gt;This way I feel&lt;br /&gt;For all the times we spend&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gets better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing what I am trying to say it&lt;br /&gt;You make things &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what the day is&lt;br /&gt;With you here&lt;br /&gt;It's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;If you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time that I value it&lt;br /&gt;Coz I believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm alright charm to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;fall in love&lt;/span&gt; with everything we do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-5080430775423331863?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/5080430775423331863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=5080430775423331863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5080430775423331863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5080430775423331863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dedicate-this-song-to-all-my-lincoln.html' title='i dedicate this song to all my Lincoln friends..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-5675445460889201053</id><published>2009-07-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:57:51.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will add more photos soon'/><title type='text'>Memories..</title><content type='html'>10 July 2009 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;last day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of my college, which means i've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;completed&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foundation in Science Programme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I thought i should be feeling happy and excited cuz i just finished my exam, and i don't need to think about studies for this moment onwards. But.. there's something in my heart that keeps banging on it.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;7 months &lt;/span&gt;of Foundation course passed by so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt;.. Although it has been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SHORT&lt;/span&gt; period, but i gained something new in my life.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;. Memories between my friends and i.. The time i've spent with them all these while, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;UNFORGETABLE&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; girl friend i met when i first stepped into this college for the Orientation Day on 5 January 2009. Hehe.. such an intelligent young lady.. who kept saying that she's fat (which is NOT, AT ALL!!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dimple&lt;/span&gt; (i like her name a lot!!).. a brilliant young lady. She's a very shy person. Everytime when she wants to talk to the lecturer, she'll definitely bring me along, cuz she didn't dare to go alone. Hehe.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nurun&lt;/span&gt;.. the very&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; BEST&lt;/span&gt; friend of mine!! Loves to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;!! a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;CRY-BABY&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like me..&lt;/span&gt;) hehehe.. XD Although she had done a number of courses before enterring Lincoln College, she NEVER give up in Medicine even though she failed for the previous pre-u programmes. I FULLY SUPPORT her!! She has the passion in being a doctor.. and i'm really PROUD of her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; missing them so much!!! Throughout these period of time, i've learned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;how to let go..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes, things just don't go as what we've wish they would be&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I wish.. &lt;/span&gt;I wish i would STOP crying.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I wish..&lt;/span&gt; i have a time machine now, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the things that i've done in the past! I wish.. TONNES OF WISHES!!! Remember when we were young and innocent, our parents used to say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the star, and make a wish, your wish will come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.." Now that we've grown up as an adult, we opt to do things by our own, making our own effort in order to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, i found a photo of me and Liyu in his facebook. I didn't know that he has it. Cuz so far i remember that only Dimple snapped the photos and she saved the photos in her phone. I told her to send to my mail, but unfortunately, she lost her phone. Photo, it's a sign of memory.. People in the photo shows different meanings.. Some represents &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;, some represents &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.. it's all taken from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DEEPEST&lt;/span&gt; in your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;.. your &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;SINCERITY&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/span&gt;.. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;GRATEFULNESS&lt;/span&gt;. It was cross-culture event when i took the photo with him. Looking at him makes me laugh.. His lips not so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THICK&lt;/span&gt; also mah.. XD but he has got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;EXTREMELY GORGEOUS SMILE!!&lt;/span&gt; I wonder how he feels when we took that photo together. One thing i can tell about myself is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MY HEART DOES BLOSSOMED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SldnCpeuAXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/UeOsUPgWUEU/s1600-h/memories+with+him...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SldnCpeuAXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/UeOsUPgWUEU/s320/memories+with+him...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356863576972591474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everytime i see him, i'll only have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;COURAGE &lt;/span&gt;to take a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;GLANCE&lt;/span&gt; on him.. At least.. as for conclusion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;he belonged to me once..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he was MINE for two months.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT BAD LA..&lt;/span&gt; i mean, i wouldn't ask for more. Hhmmpp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we finished our last paper this afternoon, it was 3.45p.m. Everyone was busy taking photos with each other. So did i. I SERIOUSLY don't like to say "goodbye" !! It sounds like the END of something (friendship.. love..).. I started &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CRYING&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; (told you i'm a cry-baby!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i see these scene. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hugged&lt;/span&gt; my friends tightly especially Nurun and Dimple. They're my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; ones. Same to Bonnie too, she's more like my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; SISTER&lt;/span&gt;. As you know, i'm the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; daughter in my family, the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; FEELING of LONELINESS&lt;/span&gt; really CAUSED me lots of TROUBLE during my teenage life. It brought me to be a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;REBELLIOUS&lt;/span&gt; person.. I started chatting in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; when i was in Form 3. I still remember there was an American guy talking about SEX with me.. DAMN DISGUSTING MAN!! There are tonnes of PERVERTED guys in all these chat rooms. EEuuuu... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tongue's out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to add more photos, but Sharala just did something wrong to my pendrive!! My files are &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;MISSING&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Argh... DAMN PISSED NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KEEP IN TOUCH GUYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;~ The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with,&lt;br /&gt;never saying a word,&lt;br /&gt;and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-5675445460889201053?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/5675445460889201053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=5675445460889201053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5675445460889201053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5675445460889201053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories.html' title='Memories..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SldnCpeuAXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/UeOsUPgWUEU/s72-c/memories+with+him...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1405724348359681440</id><published>2009-06-30T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:07:10.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL is in DANGER'/><title type='text'>Anxiety..!! CAN'T YOU SEE IT ON MY FACE?!?!</title><content type='html'>1st  July 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed by so fast.. next week (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;6th July&lt;/span&gt;) is my finals.. i feel EXTREMELY ANXIOUS right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Biology?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i think it would be fine for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Physics?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Redo the exercises he gave us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chemistry?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Maths?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SCREWED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the college now. Was studying for Chemistry in McDonalds. One of the high schools in KL was quarantined. I heard that there's a Form 1 student is officially infected by the influenza (i mean, swine flu). Therefore, my dad forced me to put on the mask from now on. WTH!! people around kept staring at me.. what the heck is wrong with them??!! They must be thinking that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;over-do&lt;/span&gt; it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be here!! I am supposed to study &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EQUILIBRIA!!! 13 chapters for CHEMISTRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL INSANE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Skrg1HRe1SI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jq60j9FLy8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Skrg1HRe1SI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jq60j9FLy8/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353338310173316386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1405724348359681440?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1405724348359681440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1405724348359681440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1405724348359681440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1405724348359681440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/anxiety-cant-you-see-it-on-my-face.html' title='Anxiety..!! CAN&apos;T YOU SEE IT ON MY FACE?!?!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Skrg1HRe1SI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jq60j9FLy8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-5870562152215229848</id><published>2009-06-28T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:38:52.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder when will all these end..???!!</title><content type='html'>21 June 2009 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i knew a guy from Facebook named &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;. He's my ex school friend's ex bf. My ex school friend named Margeret. Both of them are Christians. One is Catholic.. another one is.. erm.. i forgot.. XD *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;never mind, non of my business also, i don't bother.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got my phone number from some other source. I won't tell. But you know.. people just has their own technique to figure out some alternative way to achieve their target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sms-ed me. He was like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice to meet you&lt;/span&gt;'. I didn't get so close with him.. just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NORMAL &lt;/span&gt;friends. He's a Christian, but his English is not that good la.. i realised that he's actually quite poor in grammar. Sometimes when i read his messages would really makes me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few days ago, i went to check out his facebook again. He's just a normal-looking guy la.. not handsome actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkdvRysjPzI/AAAAAAAAASA/SAvlkdWoHl4/s1600-h/s819959115_1286584_8353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkdvRysjPzI/AAAAAAAAASA/SAvlkdWoHl4/s320/s819959115_1286584_8353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352369033610215218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Sunday (as noted the date above), he confessed to me. Frankly speaking, i was quite annoyed by him la.. He kept calling me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;ALMOST EVRY NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;!!! but the worst part was, he didn't know what to talk about on the phone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BECAUSE HE WAS TOO SHY!!! &lt;/span&gt;WTH!! then why would you call??!! SINCE YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i could sensed that he likes me.. He'll message me every day.. he'll be asking 'taken your dinner?' and stuffs like that la.. i got so bored. I remembered he wrote me a poem.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT&lt;/span&gt;.. heheheh.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!!! one more thing that i need to emphasize on him is.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HE'S ONLY 159cm&lt;/span&gt;!!! OMG!! he's only 3CM taller than me!!!! Seriously i can't accept a guy with that height.. The basic requirement is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;AT LEAST 170cm&lt;/span&gt;.. But this can't be blame la.. Height is an continuous variation (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL SCIENCE STUDENTS, WE'VE LEARNED THE CHAPTER "VARIAITON" IN FORM 5&lt;/span&gt;).. since they're born to be like that. I won't discriminate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Simon, i'm not humiliating you ok (fyi)..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i'm sure he's not my ideal type of bf... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEFINITELY NOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm sorry, Simon. Didn't mean to hurt your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-5870562152215229848?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/5870562152215229848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=5870562152215229848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5870562152215229848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5870562152215229848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wonder-when-will-all-these-end.html' title='i wonder when will all these end..???!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkdvRysjPzI/AAAAAAAAASA/SAvlkdWoHl4/s72-c/s819959115_1286584_8353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7514096845400681164</id><published>2009-06-27T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:50:53.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally have the courage to tell...</title><content type='html'>4 June 2009 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't forget what happened that day. I know it has already passed. Hehe.. everytime i recall back the incident REALLY MAKES ME LAUGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap! It was the day i broke up with him. Anyway i dont' want to repeat the what happened at the river side. I left the river side and head on to the LRT station.. as usual.. waited for the Sri Petaling train. Felt so moody.. Found a seat and sat there quietly.. With the French fries he left on the floor. I know he purposely put it on the floor. Since he doesn't like me to waste any food, so i took it back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the train stopped by at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Masjid Jamek&lt;/span&gt; station, two Iranian guys came in. Both of them sat in front me. I attracted my vision on them cuz they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;EXTREMELY HAIRY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! By just looking at their hands, WOW!!! They're like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt; GORILLAZ&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying the scenery outside the window.. Suddenly i realised that they kept smiling at me showing their thumbs up.. so i smiled back at them. Then i started eating my French fries.. tried my LEVEL BEST to avoid having eye-contact with these two weirdos.. SCARY MAN..!! I can't stand it when strangers starred at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkYAcI71-XI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q2sTPE9bpio/s1600-h/images+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkYAcI71-XI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q2sTPE9bpio/s320/images+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351965690611235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things didn't went according to what i wished. One of them stood up and walked towards me, he sat beside. My guts told me that something's wrong.. He started talking to me. He asked me where i stay.. am i a student or working dy.. which station i'll get down from the train..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, he asked me whether i have a phone number or not. I told him i don't have one. It's obvious that i lied. But seriously i was quite annoyed by the questions that he asked. Cuz poeple around me kept looking at us and seemed like they are wondering why this girl so daringly talked to strangers. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M NOT&lt;/span&gt;. My principle is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;showing my manners&lt;/span&gt;. When people smiled at me, even if they're strangers, i'll definitely smile at them back (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;as long as they don't do me any harm.. so WHY NOT??&lt;/span&gt;) right? XD i'm not an ignorant person anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden awkward silence between both of us. I guess he could sensed that i got annoyed by him. When the train stopped by at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bandar Tasik Selatan&lt;/span&gt;, he threw a paper into my French fries pack without saying anything. After that, he left the train by waving his hands to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, i took out the paper that he folded into small size. I opened it. He wrote his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;number&lt;/span&gt; on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF!!! Who the hell he thinks i am??!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M NOT A PROSTITUTE OK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkYGzp_notI/AAAAAAAAARw/eLTyE8ewN_s/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkYGzp_notI/AAAAAAAAARw/eLTyE8ewN_s/s320/images+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351972691692200658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR i won't call such JERK!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Even my dad thinks i dressed up like a prostitute!!!&lt;/span&gt; Do you know how much it hurts??? I asked lots of my friends. They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; find me look like one. I don't have that sex appeal either. I'm just an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;ORDINARY&lt;/span&gt; person.. Girls like to dress up nicely in front of people, that's actually NORMAL.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;What makes him thinks i look like one of "them"..???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, i didn't dare to tell my father about it, if i did, definitely he'll screw me up.. ban me from wearing short pants to college.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just yesterday, i finally have the courage to tell him about the incident. Surprisingly, he didn't mad at him. But in turn, he said that i should have trown away the pack of French fries instead of finishing it, cuz that guy might jampi me!! Hohohohoh.... I'm actually glad that my dad didn't scold me for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7514096845400681164?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7514096845400681164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7514096845400681164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7514096845400681164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7514096845400681164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finally-have-courage-to-tell.html' title='i finally have the courage to tell...'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkYAcI71-XI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q2sTPE9bpio/s72-c/images+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7022669543991022530</id><published>2009-06-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:42:02.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX MANIAC!!!!</title><content type='html'>27 June 2009 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your information.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOT ME OK!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just two minutes ago, i signed in to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;MSN messeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;er&lt;/span&gt;. Someone added me. So of course i approved. Then i realised that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;" whom added me was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt; too!! So i thought of asking him how he knows my email address. Once i clicked on his contact, usually there'll be the conversation column appeared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after i did it, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;can't believe&lt;/span&gt; what i saw in front of my naked eyes!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkX3SAX01_I/AAAAAAAAARg/cz8XTVD2rqU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkX3SAX01_I/AAAAAAAAARg/cz8XTVD2rqU/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351955620909340658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I SAW SOMEONE'S PENIS ON THE DISPLAY PHOTO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly hide the photo column!!! I looked again at that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;" 's email address. What a weird email address.. a long one.. but never mind, that's not the point. But one thing for sure, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HE'S A GUY!!!&lt;/span&gt; I mean, us girls won't post up &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; photos like our boobs or isolated part to show everyone. I mean, even if we want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ATTRACT&lt;/span&gt; people's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt; (especially guys), we'll probably just act &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt; in the photo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT SHOWING OUR PRIVATE PARTS!!! &lt;/span&gt;Gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i've encountered this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i was about to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLOCK&lt;/span&gt; this guy, he sent me a nudge!!! But luckily i've hidden the photo display column at the  side bar there. So i don't have to see "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;" again.. Fuh..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;hi..&lt;/span&gt;" he started off the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;HEY!! ARE YOU CRAZY??&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHY U PUT THAT DISPLAY PHOTO..???&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm crazy&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;i like sex&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;do you like&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;do you like my penis?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;18CM&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;MANIAC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;whr u from???&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm from paris&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;france&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Crazy guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, my parents got home, i quickly quit the conversation and signed out immediately &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt; my parents realised. Hehe.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE END OF CONVERSATION&lt;/span&gt; with a sex maniac... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7022669543991022530?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7022669543991022530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7022669543991022530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7022669543991022530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7022669543991022530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/sex-maniac.html' title='SEX MANIAC!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkX3SAX01_I/AAAAAAAAARg/cz8XTVD2rqU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8610985959442947827</id><published>2009-06-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:42:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION GUYS!!!</title><content type='html'>23 June 2009 (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BUp4FjdI/AAAAAAAAARA/wi2N1GXRcA8/s1600-h/image105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BUp4FjdI/AAAAAAAAARA/wi2N1GXRcA8/s320/image105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207442922081746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently i read an article from the newspaper (date: 10 June 2009).. about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALE'S Y-CHROMOSOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. i find it very interesting.. it's related to BIOLOGY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian National University  (ANU) evolutionary geneticist, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Jenny Graves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Professor Graves is the Head of the Comparative Genomics Research Group at the Research School of Biological Sciences at ANU and is Director of the ARC Centre for Kangaroo Genomics based at ANU and the University of Melbourne. She has received the Nobel Prize for Medicine in 1999. &lt;p&gt;Her research focuses on the evolutionary history of the human sex chromosomes, X and Y. Her team discovered that the gene on the Y chromosome thought to be responsible for testis development was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;not located&lt;/span&gt; on the Y chromosome in marsupials, which led to two of her former students identifying the correct sex-determining gene present on the Y chromosome both in placental mammals (such as humans and mice) and marsupials which branched off the evolutionary tree some 180 million years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BUhG8Z8I/AAAAAAAAARI/d4A7UHRlBag/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BUhG8Z8I/AAAAAAAAARI/d4A7UHRlBag/s320/image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207440568477634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a research paper to be published in the prestigious journal Cell this week, Professor Graves elaborates on this sex-chromosome research, and the implications of her predicted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;extinction of the Y-chromosome in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;human!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HELLO!!!! The Y-choromosome in male human body is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DEGENERATING...&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BU48rRUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/s2VKBCa3Gss/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BU48rRUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/s2VKBCa3Gss/s320/image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207446967862594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to the text i read, it says that during CELL DIVISION (meiosis) in each male and female choromosome, if there's mutation occurs, the XX choromosomes are able to repair themselves (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-repairing in short&lt;/span&gt;), whereas the XY chromosomes are&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; INCAPABLE&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;self-repairing&lt;/span&gt;!! Hence, it is proven that the Y-chromosomes in a male body has been degenerating since the 180 millions years &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AGO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to Nature Journal, the sex chromosomes are generally believed to have descended from a pair of homologous autosomes. Suppression of recombination between the ancestral sex chromosomes led to the genetic degeneration of the Y chromosome. In response, the X chromosome may become dosage-compensated. Most proposed mechanisms for the degeneration of Y chromosomes involve the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;rapid fixation of deleterious mutations&lt;/span&gt; on the Y-chromosome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BVIwFqdI/AAAAAAAAARY/fDMzobWH2oE/s1600-h/Sex+Determining+Region+Y+%28SRY%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BVIwFqdI/AAAAAAAAARY/fDMzobWH2oE/s320/Sex+Determining+Region+Y+%28SRY%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207451210033618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Surveys showed that up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;INFERTILE&lt;/span&gt;  men has been found. Besides than Biotechnology, scientists have been doing researches regarding the posibilities of . Male has a very vital gene in their body called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex-determining Region Y&lt;/span&gt;) is a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;-determining &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;gene&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Y-chromosome&lt;/span&gt; in the therians (placental mammals and marsupials). This particular gene is interrelated with the testis development and the secretion of male sex hormones.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BUcJt5GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YoNF8Ar03Fk/s1600-h/xycond1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BUcJt5GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YoNF8Ar03Fk/s320/xycond1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207439237932130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8610985959442947827?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8610985959442947827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8610985959442947827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8610985959442947827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8610985959442947827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/attention-guys.html' title='ATTENTION GUYS!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sj_BUp4FjdI/AAAAAAAAARA/wi2N1GXRcA8/s72-c/image105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1926387833916407184</id><published>2009-06-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:43:07.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m just such a LAZY BUM..'/><title type='text'>Presentation....!!!</title><content type='html'>23 June 2009 (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late night now (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;12.23a.m.&lt;/span&gt;).. and i'm in the middle of completing my presentation slides.. I know i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be writing my blog now.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M JUST BORED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to write.. but i just need more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my Physics Presentation on this coming Wednesday.. Rishii joined my group.. The title is Dialysis Machine.. From 9 o'clock just now, i've been searching for information regarding the topic that i'm gonna do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final exam is approaching.. it's in July.. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; thought of screwing up ALL the papers.. cuz i've NOT been studying.. I wanted to stay in the hostel, BETTER ENVIRONMENT TO STUDY!! NO DISTRACTIONS.. See what i'm doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;??!! ......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLOGGING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALLED AS "DISTRACTION" !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But the good news is.. i can actually submit my first term exam resluts to IMU since i've met the requirement.. so.. i guess &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO WORRIES&lt;/span&gt; for my final exam.. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GUESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Internet access in my house.. TV.. and.. my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;BED&lt;/span&gt;.. Image that my bed is just RIGHT AT THE BACK of my study table!!! Everytime i have the mood to study, the moment i enter my room.. here comes the distraction.. =.=" and i HATED it so much..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST thing of staying in the hostel is.. THE PRESSURE GIVEN BY MY HOUSEMATES.. INDIRECTLY.. My previous housemates are hardworking.. and that gives me the intention to STUDY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more hours i'll be meeting TM. Weee....!!! Miss him so so so so much...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wait...!!!&lt;/span&gt; i think i lose the mood of continuing my presentation slides.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;NVM PUI XIN!!!&lt;/span&gt; U can continue &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CAN I??&lt;/span&gt; Opps!! I should put it this way &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"WILL I..??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1926387833916407184?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1926387833916407184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1926387833916407184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1926387833916407184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1926387833916407184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/presentation.html' title='Presentation....!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6856081997503019746</id><published>2009-06-18T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:15:37.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG i cant control myself'/><title type='text'>I'M CRAVING FOR CHOCOLATE RIGHT NOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpYnjwRe0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CyB4ixxWaoA/s1600-h/image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpYnjwRe0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CyB4ixxWaoA/s320/image7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684944091740994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 June 2009 (Thursday),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;medical checkup&lt;/span&gt; few weeks ago.. they took my blood sample and urine sample.. And yesterday, i received a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;VERY BAD&lt;/span&gt; news!!! My parents went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;PATHLAB healthcare centre&lt;/span&gt; and took our medical report..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine in me.. but the major problem is.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Y URIC ACID LEVEL IS SLIGHTLY HIGER TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AN THE NORMAL RANGE&lt;/span&gt;.. at first i thought it'll be fine, cuz most probably i inherited from my mum... my mum has the same problem too.. but hers is more serious compared to mine. BUT.. here's the worst news i've ever heard in my entire life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpVxWEN1jI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bhYsAtcLjXg/s1600-h/hmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpVxWEN1jI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bhYsAtcLjXg/s320/hmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681813681100338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I CAN'T EAT CHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;COLATE ANYMORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WTF!!! who the hell in this world doesn't know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M A CHOCOLATE FREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was eating a chocolate bar when i received the news from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; my dad..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I NEARLY CHOKED OK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I feels like.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;A CLAP OF THUNDER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;had just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;CRASHED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpVw7sD2II/AAAAAAAAAQI/h44MGWlPFKM/s1600-h/cocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpVw7sD2II/AAAAAAAAAQI/h44MGWlPFKM/s320/cocoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681806600460418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;POOOFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISAPPEARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My dad started scolding me.. i starred at my chocolate for a long loooong time.. thinking of how to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;DESTROY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; the chocolate grabbed tightly in my hand.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WHO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THE HELL IN THIS WORLD CREATED CHOCOLATE!!! TELL ME!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i wanna kill that person!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpVwjfQEeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sB2MsU78RlE/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpVwjfQEeI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sB2MsU78RlE/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681800104284642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The normal range of uric acid in our body is be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tween 0.14 to 0.34, mine is only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;0.35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHOCOLATE MAKES ME SPELLBOUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. i eat chocolate when i feel moody.. when i feel happy.. CHOCOLATE has become my LOVER!!! There's only two things i want in my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST - MY BOYFRIEND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SECOND - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My dad told me that i can't eat beans.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT CHOCOLATE IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT BEAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know.. but chocolate is made out of COCOA BEAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" he replied me in a cool way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=|||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three straight lines appeared on my forehead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WELL CAN'T YOU SEE THAT THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS?????!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpV5H_vawI/AAAAAAAAAQo/d9CEOmx4m6E/s1600-h/image99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpV5H_vawI/AAAAAAAAAQo/d9CEOmx4m6E/s320/image99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681947343186690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THEY'RE MY BABIES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6856081997503019746?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6856081997503019746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6856081997503019746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6856081997503019746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6856081997503019746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-craving-for-chocolate-right-now.html' title='I&apos;M CRAVING FOR CHOCOLATE RIGHT NOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpYnjwRe0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CyB4ixxWaoA/s72-c/image7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6506387211356598703</id><published>2009-06-18T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:54:46.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i read this joke from somewhere in the net.. and i find this joke not funny AT ALL.. it's insulting WOMEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpGq_-swcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qr2RY70Vp9Q/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpGq_-swcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qr2RY70Vp9Q/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348665211998749122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt; is like a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ack of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpAlZfdKsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-T6di1Hics8/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpAlZfdKsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-T6di1Hics8/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348658518698044098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You need a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; to love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpAk7OV_WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F4D4gu-W74s/s1600-h/images+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpAk7OV_WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F4D4gu-W74s/s320/images+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348658510573206882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt; to marry her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpAlOnn3iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ch4AjOxBBbw/s1600-h/spade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpAlOnn3iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ch4AjOxBBbw/s320/spade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348658515779509794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;club&lt;/span&gt; to smash her head in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpGw9BHs-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/E1oRjYYOuCk/s1600-h/images+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpGw9BHs-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/E1oRjYYOuCk/s320/images+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348665314282812386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... And a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spade&lt;/span&gt; to bury the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6506387211356598703?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6506387211356598703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6506387211356598703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6506387211356598703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6506387211356598703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-read-this-joke-from-somewhere-in-net.html' title='i read this joke from somewhere in the net.. and i find this joke not funny AT ALL.. it&apos;s insulting WOMEN!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SjpGq_-swcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qr2RY70Vp9Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1892461088573506189</id><published>2009-06-16T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:37:37.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copied from facebook'/><title type='text'>That is very TRUE..</title><content type='html'>Below are their affection analysis who birth on month November (ME!!!) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Has a lot of ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Difficult to fathom (means mysterious..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thinks forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Unique and brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Extraordinary ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sharp thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Fine and strong clairvoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Can become good doctors ( Wohoo..!! but how about nurse??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Careful and cautious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dynamic in personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Secretive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Inquisitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Knows how to dig secrets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Always thinking (and day-dreaming too..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Less talkative but amiable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1892461088573506189?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1892461088573506189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1892461088573506189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1892461088573506189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1892461088573506189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-is-very-true.html' title='That is very TRUE..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-640135576080934578</id><published>2009-06-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:49:21.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden STRONG feeling of becoming a NURSE interrupted my train of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sje-HKVVJOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g2q_3kVbg1g/s1600-h/the+nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sje-HKVVJOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g2q_3kVbg1g/s320/the+nurse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347952112767935714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;16 June 2009 (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt; i travel to my college through LRT train, whenever the train stopped by the Cheras station, i'll be able to see lots of nurses entering the carriage.. I saw a chinese lady walked by and she sat beside me, correcting her sitting posture (cuz she is a lil bit big-sized, plus the train was so crowded, everyone was definitely hoping to get a seat..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside her makes me feel so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt;.. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; their white dresses.. I’ve seen how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean-looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their habit was and my dream rekindled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burning desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to wear such… I was again fascinated by the whiteness of their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNIFORM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sje-G3J1IbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CJwXtt2pmok/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sje-G3J1IbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CJwXtt2pmok/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347952107619426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a very funny joke for my readers.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a diffi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cult four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hour, surgical procedure A young student nurse appears to give him a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ial sponge bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Nurse," he mumbles, from behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;"Are my testicles black?" the patient asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, Sir. I'm only here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to wash your upper body and feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Embarrassed, the young nurse replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, are my testicles black?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;vers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the other, lifting and moving them around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she takes a close look and says, "There's nothing wrong with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; them, Sir !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; slowly,&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but listen very, very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; closely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it LAME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now certain that nursing is for me, I love to be with the sick tending to their needs and alleviating the sick. I remembered it was on Monday, there was a middle-aged guy got down from the train, i was walking in front of him.. He was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pled&lt;/span&gt; (i'm sorry to say this).. He was walking with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;limp&lt;/span&gt;.. Worst of all, he had to walk step-by-step down the stairs.. I felt so pitiful to him.. I could have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; HELP &lt;/span&gt;him!!!! Until now, i felt so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt; due to my heartless act. I REALLY didn't mean to look on unconcerned. But i swear i DID NOT watch with folded arms.. Plus i was rushing on my way to college.. I am still regretting over myself for not helping him to walk down the stairs.. I here by&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SWEAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that if i encounter such situation again, i'll DEFINITELY help these disabled or needy people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now that burning desire has never been dampened, I’m about to persue my nursing diploma abroad soon, and hoping to finish this course and work as I have dreamed…please do pray for me… TQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sje-GvKaMfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gU_u9CntVDc/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sje-GvKaMfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gU_u9CntVDc/s320/images+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347952105474372082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-640135576080934578?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/640135576080934578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=640135576080934578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/640135576080934578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/640135576080934578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/sudden-strong-feeling-of-becoming-nurse.html' title='A sudden STRONG feeling of becoming a NURSE interrupted my train of thought...'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sje-HKVVJOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/g2q_3kVbg1g/s72-c/the+nurse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4899000473325931601</id><published>2009-06-12T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:04:54.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored..</title><content type='html'>12 June 2009 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have Chemistry class today.. but since Bonnie's not coming, so i skipped the class. I'm in the college right now.. feel so boring.. waitin' the time to pass by, patiently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago, i just came back from Mid Valley. Met Thom again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad that at least i studied this morning. Biology. Hehe.. Was studying Immunity.. Learned about the structure of ANTIGEN and stuffs like that.. It harded than what we've learned in Form 5. Form 5 was just the basic knowledge.. I always get a Grade A for my biology since i was Form 4. But.. unfortunately.. i got a B3 for it in SPM.. i thought of paying 50 bucks to check my actual result. But never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the library now.. alone here.. M1 and M3 are having their class now i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!! Gastric..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more minutes i'll have to sign out.. gotta go home.. SLEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all my money today.. FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i went to Mc. Donalds. Thought of buying a sewt meal.. but after i made the order, i realised that i only left 6 bucks in my purse.. F***!! that was so embarrassing.. then, i cancelled my order, and asked for just a coffee which cost me RM3.50!!! then i spent another RM2.30 for an apple pie.. haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4899000473325931601?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4899000473325931601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4899000473325931601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4899000473325931601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4899000473325931601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/bored.html' title='Bored..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8071212790317502764</id><published>2009-06-11T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:41:50.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily LOVE horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;right now and you are seeking change in a manner of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The roles that you have been playing are a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;now, and tradition or custom or routine is going to irritate you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the time being, you've been feeling like you've just been going with the flow, and you are prepared now to make some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to meet your own needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You don't set your expectations too high at all, and don't let anybody else tell you that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Coronet;font-size:24;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So the change that you are needing right now is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a change that will put those needs first for a change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8071212790317502764?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8071212790317502764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8071212790317502764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8071212790317502764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8071212790317502764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-daily-love-horoscope.html' title='My daily LOVE horoscope'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3029999182335063071</id><published>2009-06-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:30:37.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><title type='text'>FACE DOWN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si_Rg3tKqPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gfOakmOR7Ds/s1600-h/38853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si_Rg3tKqPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gfOakmOR7Ds/s320/38853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345721645351479538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey girl, you know you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;One look puts the rhythm in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll never understand why you hang around&lt;br /&gt;I see what's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover up with make up in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt; gonna happen again&lt;br /&gt;You cry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; and then he swears he &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;PUSH&lt;/span&gt; her around?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now&lt;br /&gt;as she falls to the ground??&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll tell you my friend,&lt;br /&gt;One day this world's going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;LIES&lt;/span&gt; crumble down,&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NEW LIFE&lt;/span&gt; she has found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect&lt;br /&gt;every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;action&lt;/span&gt; in this world will bear a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;consequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wade around forever you will surely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DROWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what's going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;DOWN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you go and say your right again,&lt;br /&gt;Say your right again!&lt;br /&gt;Heed my lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she will tell you that she has had &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming round again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you feel like a man,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you push her around?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you feel better now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as she falls to the ground?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day this world's going to end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face down in the dirt she says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;This doesn't hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I finally had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ENOUGH&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/8036496872869714378-3029999182335063071?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3029999182335063071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3029999182335063071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3029999182335063071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3029999182335063071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/face-down.html' title='FACE DOWN!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si_Rg3tKqPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gfOakmOR7Ds/s72-c/38853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-169444790347308746</id><published>2009-06-09T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:08:08.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Alan Kuo'/><title type='text'>零</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;从来不相信我的世界可以有多完美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;痛苦 寂寞 还有一些疲惫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;不允许他人随意进入我的零度空间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;宁愿 孤独 懒得再去想谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;两个人一起是否只是得到一种安慰　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;挣脱 过去 然后忘记一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;没想过有天我的结局忽然全部改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;谁会 抓住 我的无力双臂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;怎么会哭　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;谁错谁对&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;为谁抱歉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;不会再哭　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;谁错谁对&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;为谁憔悴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;走入零度空间 等到一切分裂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;就算爱的危险 我们一起面对&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;来不及的防备 没听过的誓言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;要我怎么学会 多了爱的明天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;走出零度空间 终于一切分裂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;就算爱的很累 我却不会后悔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;放下所有防备 一切都无所谓　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;逃出黑暗世界 开始新的明天　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;新的明天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;新的世界&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-169444790347308746?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/169444790347308746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=169444790347308746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/169444790347308746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/169444790347308746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='零'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-433609134844892857</id><published>2009-06-09T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:02:56.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Kate Perry (i dedicate this song for Liyu)'/><title type='text'>Hot n' Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si6UuXd1f1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/q6gOSYzf3Pw/s1600-h/23900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si6UuXd1f1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/q6gOSYzf3Pw/s320/23900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345373332029407058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;br /&gt;You, PMS&lt;br /&gt;Like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you over think&lt;br /&gt;Always speak&lt;br /&gt;Crypticly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;That you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;no good&lt;/span&gt; for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; then you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, then you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; in&lt;/span&gt; then you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;up&lt;/span&gt; then you're &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; when it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;br /&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;You don't really want to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be&lt;br /&gt;Just like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in sync&lt;br /&gt;The same energy&lt;br /&gt;Now's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;dead battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to laugh bout nothing&lt;br /&gt;Now you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;plain boring&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know that&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone call the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love bi-polar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stuck&lt;/span&gt; on a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;Can't get off this ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-433609134844892857?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/433609134844892857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=433609134844892857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/433609134844892857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/433609134844892857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot n&apos; Cold'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si6UuXd1f1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/q6gOSYzf3Pw/s72-c/23900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3317957788558752203</id><published>2009-06-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:00:28.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i betrayed TM'/><title type='text'>I'M A SLUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si6SETk-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NSl3OSmLOiU/s1600-h/390156415_af58f74e1242503466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si6SETk-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NSl3OSmLOiU/s320/390156415_af58f74e1242503466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345370410407846962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept this morning.. i woke up at around 7.30am i guess.. Cuz i'm staying quite far from my college.. so usually i'll have to wake up at 7a.m. routinely take my bath.. take an extra long time to look through my closet in detail.. wondering what should i wear today.. (=.=)"&lt;br /&gt;an then wear my contact lens (the brown one).. draw eye liner.. and so on... BY 7.30am, i must leave my house and head on the the LRT station.. 20 minutes journey.. finally i'll reach PWTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell my father that i was actually late this morning.. Cuz i know he'll definitely start scolding.. cuz last night i slept at around 2a.m., writing my blog.. heheh.. so by the time i reach The Mall, i didn't dare to enter the class.. It's Maths!!! Mr. Matt!! Oh no!! he's gonna detain me from being late for the class.. so i went to fourth floor, the food court.. was studying for Physics alone at the corner.. i was able to concentrate.. but someone just caught my attention.. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;" that i don't wanna see.. I was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;distracted&lt;/span&gt;!! My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;heart beat rate&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;increasing&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I could even hear the sound of the contracting myocardium muscles!!! I CAN HARDLY BREATHE!! I increased the volume of the song (Face Down from Red Jumpsuit Apparatus) that was playing in my Ipod.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;FORCING&lt;/span&gt; myself to listen to the lyrics!!! All of a sudden, i can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;FOCUS&lt;/span&gt; on my studies!!! i was so damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;!!! I paid for my drink.. and i quickly packed my notes and stuffs on the table.. CHAO!!! I really can't stay there for much longer!!! I can't stand it!!! I got up from the chair, fasten my foot steps..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; AND LEAVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to Mc.Donalds. I was struggling to try my BEST to read the notes.. STATIC EQUILIBRIUM!!! WTF!!! I can't stop thinking about HIM!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;NOOOOOOO...!!! STOP IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BEEP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the vibration from my phone.. It's Thom!!! He asked me out for a movie.. Hannah Montana (=.=)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!! Miley Cyrus AGAIN??!!! i HATE that show ok!! So childish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, i quickly finish my barley.. and went to the KTM station (Putra). Head on to Mid Valley.. But he was late.. So i waited him in front of MPH Bookstore. He wore a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans.. Opps!! i forgot to introduce Thom.. He's a Christian. Normal-looking guy.. Not really handsome.. like i said, i don't go for LOOKS!! LOOKS may DECEIVE!! Thom's TEN YEARS OLDER THAN ME..!! But he is god damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;RIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt; (i noticed that he has got FIVE silver rings on his fingers!!) Owned a shop in Mid Valley.. VERY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;POPULAR&lt;/span&gt;.. Staying in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Gardens Residence&lt;/span&gt;. Has a house in PJ. Not TALL.. only 165cm. Has a very good personality.. WAY FAR BETTER THAN THE PREVIOUS BF I HAD (just broke up recently).. gentle.. and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;CLASSY&lt;/span&gt; person.. When he walks beside me, he'll always put his right hand at the back of him.. The way he talks, WOW!! just like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;POLITICIAN&lt;/span&gt;.. very strong in his words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkdbKgfW5YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uzWo2PYWyV4/s1600-h/n1804176867_8758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SkdbKgfW5YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uzWo2PYWyV4/s320/n1804176867_8758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352346918231401858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back to the main topic.. He promised to treat me for a movie.. It's a Premiere movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why don't we watch it in Mid Valley?&lt;/span&gt;" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You wanna watch in a crowded place or a quiet place?&lt;/span&gt;" he asked me back.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But.. the tickets are very expensive if we watch in premiere..&lt;/span&gt;" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To me, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want the comfortableness..&lt;/span&gt;" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chosed &lt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;17 Again&lt;/span&gt;&gt;. He bought the ticket. The movie starts at 1.30p.m. We still have about 45 minutes to hang around in Mid Valley.. He brought me to this restaurant in The Gardens. It's a very classy place.. with very nice and soft music.. The atmosphere there is so romantic.. it can definitely comfort every customers' mind.. The waiter took our order.. I ate Loh Bak.. I guess that's the cheapest among all the food in the menu.. Thom ate Wan Tan Mee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch, we head on to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;GSC Signature&lt;/span&gt;. The cinema hall is filled with couple seats.. While watching.. Thom frequently blew my hair.. he kissed me on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while i was watching the movie.. He kept saying "i love you, Averine.."..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Averine.. when can you give me your answer?&lt;/span&gt;" he asked so desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Erm.. i don't know.. just give me some time.. please..&lt;/span&gt;" A sudden feeling of guiltiness burst in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOOOO..!!! TM!!! TM!!! TM!!! TM!!! I LOVE TM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Averine... please give me a chance.. i really love you so much.. I'm willing to sacrifice for you.. i'm giving you all my love now.. will you please agree with me? I NEED YOU..!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;............. &lt;/span&gt; " i kept quiet.. ignoring him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom kissed me on the lips &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;passionately&lt;/span&gt;..!!! That shouldn't be happening!!! But before he proceed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (which i really don't want that to happen..).. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;STOPPED&lt;/span&gt; him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you sure what we are doing now is right??&lt;/span&gt;" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love you, Averine..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pressed his lips on mine.. he placed his hands on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;thigh&lt;/span&gt;.. and he kissed all over my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;neck&lt;/span&gt;.. with his hands around me.. on my boobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew that is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;... i'm sorry TM.. i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Anandh about Thom. And he &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;supports&lt;/span&gt; me to go for Thom.. Should i? Or should i not? Then how about TM? i can't leave him.. he loves me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;MORE THAN ANYONE AROUND ME DOES&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom is talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Averine.. my age is catching up.. please consider about it.. i will support you all the way long till the end.. we'll stay together forever ok..?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;How sure are you that we'll stay together till the end..??&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm VERY SURE about it..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3317957788558752203?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3317957788558752203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3317957788558752203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3317957788558752203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3317957788558752203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-slut.html' title='I&apos;M A SLUT!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Si6SETk-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NSl3OSmLOiU/s72-c/390156415_af58f74e1242503466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4782409022415009789</id><published>2009-06-07T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:42:28.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TOUCH OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SivPXnyRGzI/AAAAAAAAANw/EKkkUAuDfgw/s1600-h/186636979_92b973a61242488925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SivPXnyRGzI/AAAAAAAAANw/EKkkUAuDfgw/s320/186636979_92b973a61242488925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344593387528985394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday today.. Dimple called last night.. She asked me where is the place that Mr. Thava (our previous Physics lecturer, he resigned just recently) giving tuition.. I got no idea where is the place. So she asked for my help. I called Purni. I called Jeremy. I even called Mr. Thava. Gosh! he off his phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don't you call your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did! I asked Purni. But she'll always give me the same answer! She'll definitely say 'you go ask yourself la!', so can you help me ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, people just doesn't mix with her. She's kinda lonely.. But so far, i find her actually a very good friend. She can be my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend instead of Bonnie!! I like her a lot! Although we have a little argument at times, she has her point and i have mine too, but in the end, we are always fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we meet up at the entrance of The Mall. Hehe.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;TM&lt;/span&gt; and his friend (so called "sky") too came along! I introduced both of them to Dimple. We were chatting.. chatting.. Suddenly, Dimple's aunty called and ask her when to go back home. In no time, she said goodbye, i gave her a hug before she leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. after Dimple left, there was a sudden awkward silence around us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;So how now??&lt;/span&gt;" asked TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them just stared at me for no reason.. I smiled at them and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Let's go to Petaling Street!&lt;/span&gt;" i shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them gave me a weird look on their face.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(O.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.. I pulled TM's hand and drag him along to the LRT station.. We head on to Plaza Rakyat and we walked to Petaling Street. I shared a bowl of porridge with TM. Gosh!! He is still the same old guy i knew last time.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE TO TEASE ME&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;NON STOP MAKING ME LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend, Sky was chased out of his house last night, because his father found out that he sneaked out almost every night and loaf around outside the house with his friends. So last night he had to stay over night at TM's house. Gosh! He's same age as me, but he smokes! TM is such a caring guy.. He scolded Sky not to smoke when i'm there. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having breakfast with them, we went to Kota Raya. Gosh!! So many Vietnamese.. TM attempted to kiss me but i avoided. After that, we went to Mc.Donalds. We ordered two Oreo McFlurry. I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE OREO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we decided to go back to PWTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with TM.. reminds me of so many past memories that we have.. One of the most &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;UNFORGETABLE&lt;/span&gt; incidents that happened, i ponteng class and went to his house. We had a really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;GREAT TIME &lt;/span&gt;together.. i never knew that he would treat me so good.. until he was willing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;resign&lt;/span&gt; from his job &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE OF ME&lt;/span&gt;!!! Although we were just being together for about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;FIVE MONTHS (116 days!!)&lt;/span&gt;, but it seemed like we've been together for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;FIVE YEARS&lt;/span&gt;!!! the feelings are &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;VERY STRONG&lt;/span&gt; every day!!! The &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPARK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE SPARK OF LOVE FLICKERED IN OUR HEART!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were so in love with each other.. SO SO SO IN LOVE!!! Let's continue the story.. i met his family.. they treat me very well.. they're all very friendly.. i had my breakfast and lunch at his house.. and i did &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACIAL TREATMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for him.. GOSH!!! he has got very smooth and fair skin.. His mum is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETTY&lt;/span&gt;!! He inherited it from his mum.. I could see that he really enjoyed when i was doing the treatment for him... he was asleep.. i took a photo of him when he was asleep with the mask on his face.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I DON'T GO FOR LOOKS!!&lt;/span&gt; When i look at him.. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;OBSERVED&lt;/span&gt; every single hair on his face.. he is not handsome.. but he is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;.. beautiful on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;INSIDE&lt;/span&gt; too!!!! I never knew a guy in my life would willing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; so much for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I HAD FOUND THE GREATEST LOVE!!&lt;/span&gt; He is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AWFULLY GOOD &lt;/span&gt;to me!! The relationship we were developing was sweet .. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;spicy&lt;/span&gt;" at times.. He's an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;extraordinary combination&lt;/span&gt; of all the things a girl wants!! He's an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; IDEAL HUSBAND&lt;/span&gt;!! REALLY!! TRUST ME!!! He was like part of my soul.. In front of him, i don't have to pretend, i don't feel shy.. i don't have to care how i dress up myself.. i don't mind if he just wear t-shirt and jeans when we date.. i don't mind if he burps loudly in front of me.. i don't mind even if he farts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;PASSION &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we shared had brought us both in peace. It was an union that soothed both our souls. I enjoyed his sunny spirit, his energy, his humour, and also his tenderness. I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SAFER&lt;/span&gt; with him than i ever had with anyone in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"HAVE YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU HAD BLOSSOMED LIKE A FLOWER UNDER THE SUNSHINE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Well, i experienced it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was raining cats and dogs that evening.. i ride on his bike. We never know it would rain.. before we left his house, the sky was blue.. but when we were about to reach &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukit Jalil&lt;/span&gt;, i could feel the rain drops on my hands.. it was painful when the raindrops hit on our skin! The raindrops were "growing" heavier and bigger in size.. Both of us were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TOTALLY WET&lt;/span&gt;!! He stopped by under a fly-over bridge on top of us. Both of us were shivering.. it was so cold.. He never say a word, and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGGED&lt;/span&gt; me tightly feeling like it was the BEST conversation we've ever had!! He kissed me on my lips.. and said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;".. he promised me that he'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;protect&lt;/span&gt; me in whatever situation.. he kept apologizing to me cuz he failed that time. But i didn't blame him.. It wasn't his fault. I used my finger to cover his mouth, stopping him from apologizing.. and I kissed him on his cheek and tell him "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU TOO!&lt;/span&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to stay and wait till the rain stops, but i refused. I told him that i don't want. I wanted him to bring me to the LRT station and we could dry our clothes there in the toilet. So we head on to our destination. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, i didn't noticed that my father was already there waiting.. Daddy saw both of us.. He found out that i ponteng eventually. I got scolded by my father very badly when he dragged me into the car.. People around us kept starring.. But i didn't care.. My mind was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt; of thoughts of him.. my heart eased with his &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;WARMTH&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4782409022415009789?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4782409022415009789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4782409022415009789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4782409022415009789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4782409022415009789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/touch-of-love.html' title='THE TOUCH OF LOVE'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SivPXnyRGzI/AAAAAAAAANw/EKkkUAuDfgw/s72-c/186636979_92b973a61242488925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-9011451766049606695</id><published>2009-06-06T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:06:20.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me.. Dalwin.. and Nushan.. THREE GOOD FRIENDS OF MINE'/><title type='text'>Another few PERASAN photos on cross-culture day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowCLrtR4I/AAAAAAAAANc/naOJCSJT3uo/s1600-h/4144_1097684727959_1401859143_30358096_1067442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowCLrtR4I/AAAAAAAAANc/naOJCSJT3uo/s320/4144_1097684727959_1401859143_30358096_1067442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136721882498946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowCBclg6I/AAAAAAAAANU/GtMlpqTohRY/s1600-h/4144_1097684767960_1401859143_30358097_4156984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowCBclg6I/AAAAAAAAANU/GtMlpqTohRY/s320/4144_1097684767960_1401859143_30358097_4156984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136719134720930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peace...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowByy13VI/AAAAAAAAANM/J83b5ien3hc/s1600-h/4144_1097684687958_1401859143_30358095_703450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowByy13VI/AAAAAAAAANM/J83b5ien3hc/s320/4144_1097684687958_1401859143_30358095_703450_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136715201535314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smileys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowBqGD60I/AAAAAAAAANE/meFT8zgwmQ4/s1600-h/4144_1097684607956_1401859143_30358093_4465624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowBqGD60I/AAAAAAAAANE/meFT8zgwmQ4/s320/4144_1097684607956_1401859143_30358093_4465624_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136712866229058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowBidS2UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7SDaWp6eX2Q/s1600-h/4144_1097681327874_1401859143_30358085_4255824_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowBidS2UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7SDaWp6eX2Q/s320/4144_1097681327874_1401859143_30358085_4255824_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136710816192834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouA3P4wKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nfo6sDv20VU/s1600-h/4144_1097681287873_1401859143_30358084_3959283_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouA3P4wKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nfo6sDv20VU/s320/4144_1097681287873_1401859143_30358084_3959283_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344134500193976482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sad faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouArq9ogI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a109GiktZlk/s1600-h/4144_1097681247872_1401859143_30358083_7031743_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouArq9ogI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a109GiktZlk/s320/4144_1097681247872_1401859143_30358083_7031743_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344134497086317058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouAZmQjEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3xHitDH84V8/s1600-h/4144_1097681207871_1401859143_30358082_5854771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouAZmQjEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3xHitDH84V8/s320/4144_1097681207871_1401859143_30358082_5854771_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344134492234746946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cool cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouARrZl-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/NbrjTGzunes/s1600-h/4144_1097672127644_1401859143_30358069_8374531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouARrZl-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/NbrjTGzunes/s320/4144_1097672127644_1401859143_30358069_8374531_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344134490108827618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouADAkk-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/uP8IdkxO280/s1600-h/4144_1097672087643_1401859143_30358068_5868623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiouADAkk-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/uP8IdkxO280/s320/4144_1097672087643_1401859143_30358068_5868623_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344134486171096034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-9011451766049606695?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/9011451766049606695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=9011451766049606695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/9011451766049606695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/9011451766049606695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-few-perasan-photos-on-cross.html' title='Another few PERASAN photos on cross-culture day..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SiowCLrtR4I/AAAAAAAAANc/naOJCSJT3uo/s72-c/4144_1097684727959_1401859143_30358096_1067442_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-934834004364567881</id><published>2009-06-05T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:22:34.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Natasha Bedingfield'/><title type='text'>Soulmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Silh-Ti9yRI/AAAAAAAAAME/YCHPZAIgp7c/s1600-h/308784338_e73bf2cc1242492227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Silh-Ti9yRI/AAAAAAAAAME/YCHPZAIgp7c/s320/308784338_e73bf2cc1242492227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343910155878517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="mr"&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;br /&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;br /&gt;you're not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;br /&gt;is already in my life?&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if there's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;how do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;there's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if there's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-934834004364567881?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/934834004364567881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=934834004364567881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/934834004364567881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/934834004364567881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/soulmate.html' title='Soulmate'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Silh-Ti9yRI/AAAAAAAAAME/YCHPZAIgp7c/s72-c/308784338_e73bf2cc1242492227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4426002580418731457</id><published>2009-06-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:00:10.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><title type='text'>what have i done??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilhqfRzchI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j02pzs9yU8w/s1600-h/438930530_2a9f0c261242490676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilhqfRzchI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j02pzs9yU8w/s320/438930530_2a9f0c261242490676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343909815430378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 June 2009 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine in the beginning.. I was having a very serious headache last night.. i wasn't able to revise for my biology diagnostic test.. so i slept for the whole night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i went to college as usual.. i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;EXTRAORDINARILY&lt;/span&gt; missing him so much more than i did usually.. i've not been talking to him for like.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;FIVE DAYS&lt;/span&gt; already.. It's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;UNUSUAL&lt;/span&gt; for a pair of couple to experience this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did quite well in my biology diagnostic test.. i got 42 out of 60. It's a grade A!!! i'm satisfied with my result. In fact, i was called to sit in front with Angie, cuz Bonnie and i kept talking and talking non-stop at the back. So Ms. Fatima (our Biology lecturer) wasn't happy with our disrespectful attitude.. Yet, i'm able to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PROVE&lt;/span&gt; to her successfully that  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I AM NOT WEAK IN BIOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;!!! at least i could do better than those who studied!! I'm really proud of myself in this subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my friend, Vivien's 18th Birthday. Melvin planned to do her a surprise party. After class, we all gathered in Denning Mourt. Before that, i wanted to go to toilet. I saw "Turtle" right in front of the corridor.. but instead of talking to me, he pulled one of the girl's hand, and chat with her as if like i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;INVISIBLE&lt;/span&gt;.. i got so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;UPSET&lt;/span&gt;... it feels like... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;HEART BROKEN&lt;/span&gt;.. does he know that everytime i saw him, even though i don't give any response, but in my heart, i am so happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so moody suddenly.. just feel like i wanna go home... i just wanna be alone.. i'm seeing walking further and further away from me... i'm trying so hard to reach him again from far, but i failed.. he wanted to follow, i told him not to. He insisted to come. He bought me an apple pie for lunch. He brought me to the river side that we used to go.. when he talked to me, he kept looking on the ground.. he got so angry and he scolded me very badly.. after awhile, he got up from the grass that he was sitting on, he packed his stuff, and he just walked away without saying anything.. He said i treated him like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;.. did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a lot of things that i want to do with him.. i once thought of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;hugging&lt;/span&gt; him.. but i failed.. i once thought of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;kissing&lt;/span&gt; him too.. but i failed again.. i really wish i could have wrapped in his arms.. I've got a lot to tell him... but seems like there's no chance for me already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.. we've already &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;broke up&lt;/span&gt;.. i never tell him that i love him.. but it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;too LATE&lt;/span&gt; now.. I knew this will end.. but i just have to let go.. who's wrong, who's right, it's not important anymore.. I just hope he'll stay happy.. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;forget me&lt;/span&gt;.. i had a great time with him.. but all these moments had become &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;.. but they'll store in my mind till the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;.. but it wasn't supposed to end this way.. he'll have to move on in his life now.. he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;better&lt;/span&gt; gf.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;not me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;~ end of the story ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4426002580418731457?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4426002580418731457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4426002580418731457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4426002580418731457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4426002580418731457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-have-i-done.html' title='what have i done??'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilhqfRzchI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j02pzs9yU8w/s72-c/438930530_2a9f0c261242490676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8623079934397376474</id><published>2009-06-05T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:52:25.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random photos on Teacher's Day.. [16 May 2009]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilNKRffS1I/AAAAAAAAALE/IPi2RWShCDk/s1600-h/IMG_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilNKRffS1I/AAAAAAAAALE/IPi2RWShCDk/s320/IMG_0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343887271741311826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMM-9FVoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L3KMxP_463g/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMM-9FVoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L3KMxP_463g/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886218793145986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMMrr5d4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/qX2gN5p2S-E/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMMrr5d4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/qX2gN5p2S-E/s320/IMG_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886213620791170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMMRbUCqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h6JrAmjh8jc/s1600-h/IMG_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMMRbUCqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h6JrAmjh8jc/s320/IMG_0271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886206571907746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMMBI2wcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RaxvxvjIyiY/s1600-h/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMMBI2wcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RaxvxvjIyiY/s320/IMG_0270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886202199523778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMLgfT1zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/U-GltdV2QHA/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilMLgfT1zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/U-GltdV2QHA/s320/IMG_0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886193435334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8623079934397376474?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8623079934397376474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8623079934397376474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8623079934397376474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8623079934397376474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-photos-on-teachers-day-16-may.html' title='Random photos on Teacher&apos;s Day.. [16 May 2009]'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilNKRffS1I/AAAAAAAAALE/IPi2RWShCDk/s72-c/IMG_0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-9060917966540931839</id><published>2009-06-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:00:57.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-Culture Event [21 June 2009]</title><content type='html'>5 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a sari from Dimple's aunty. Gosh!!!! i just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;INDIAN CULTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Bonnie told me that i am supposed to be born as an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;INDIAN&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe.. just today, Charmaine told me i looked like an Indian and Chinese mixed blood (means Chindian).. Woohooooo.....!!!  i wish i am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely bought the accessories for the sari in order to make myself look like a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Indian.. Opps!!! Forgot to tell, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;i pierced my nose&lt;/span&gt; too!!!! ahahahahaha... I enjoyed people praising me.. even an Indian guy passed by me, he said i looked good in Sari.. hehehe!!! I took a lot of photos that day!! but was kinda hard to walk, cuz it was too tight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely skip my breakfast just to avoid being too full, my tummy.. But one of my lecturers said i'll look even better if i'm just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;little bit more FLESHY&lt;/span&gt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC1J_6vRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SYqz9cAXpQw/s1600-h/IMG_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC1J_6vRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SYqz9cAXpQw/s320/IMG_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875913836313874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suganti (M1) and me (J1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC0fNDOeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BjEYmUW8_UY/s1600-h/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC0fNDOeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BjEYmUW8_UY/s320/IMG_0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875902348671458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;My dear Nurun.. you're really my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;friend regardless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC1JsyQsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JLUqoj_HtzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC1JsyQsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JLUqoj_HtzQ/s320/IMG_0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875913756066498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kong Wai and Danny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC0xldpII/AAAAAAAAAJk/wKFKB9YSfZo/s1600-h/IMG_0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC0xldpII/AAAAAAAAAJk/wKFKB9YSfZo/s320/IMG_0306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875907282904194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Prakash and me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC0u-u-bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dyhwT30fM-M/s1600-h/IMG_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilC0u-u-bI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dyhwT30fM-M/s320/IMG_0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875906583591346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Anandh, me and Rishii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilFpG8LF6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/cBrCiRjGGRY/s1600-h/IMG_0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilFpG8LF6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/cBrCiRjGGRY/s320/IMG_0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343879005391755170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jin Hong and Dalwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilFo3ASzrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P-Eb7PeJnvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilFo3ASzrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P-Eb7PeJnvQ/s320/IMG_0296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343879001114070706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sangeetha and Naren (the greatest couple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilFoqabzMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4krceND6X7k/s1600-h/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilFoqabzMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4krceND6X7k/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343878997734051010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nushan and Sundeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilFoHSGmtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wVys2eTN0nA/s1600-h/IMG_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik6EGo51MI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bL03aVsfXcQ/s320/270320091606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866275027866818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik3R0QhtWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SbDUUnYESZs/s1600-h/n583936491_1566634_1932556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik3R0QhtWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SbDUUnYESZs/s320/n583936491_1566634_1932556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863212077069666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was really a wonderful night for me.. It felt like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;START OF A NEW STORY&lt;/span&gt; in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie, Vivien and i went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/span&gt;, we took the ktm in Putra. I spent less than 50 bucks for the accessories.. that day really a tiring day for us.. we walked here and there.. After that, we went to Charmaine's house. We took bath there. Bonnie helped me to draw the eye liner (the liquid one).. She helped me to tie my hair up too.. it looked good.. i bought a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GREY&lt;/span&gt; colour contact lens.. i looked like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;VAMPIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik2di0vyPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/t00vyWNHokk/s1600-h/private_1_e5e1a0b9c4b0b1eb13a21404269941b775980b1f3f7d9ca42ae9d29220b7c6e7m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik2di0vyPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/t00vyWNHokk/s320/private_1_e5e1a0b9c4b0b1eb13a21404269941b775980b1f3f7d9ca42ae9d29220b7c6e7m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343862314043951346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was done, we head on to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Renaissance Hotel&lt;/span&gt;, KL by Charmaine's father's car. It was kinda boring at first, but it turned out became an UNFORGETABLE night for me.. The food there was normal only.. Shhhss!! no oyster!!! i just ate a plate of spaghetti (with cheese sauce!!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE CHEESE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik2dVlxDeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R7hso6ambcQ/s1600-h/n583936491_1566810_3602951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik2dVlxDeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R7hso6ambcQ/s320/n583936491_1566810_3602951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343862310491459042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. hehe.. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Turtle&lt;/span&gt;" proposed to me!! At first he brought me walking around the hotel.. and we were chatting all the way long.. He teased me at times.. I don't know how we got so close suddenly.. but it just happened naturally.. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; thought he would like me.. all these incidents happened was TOTALLY out of my expectations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilPFS-r0DI/AAAAAAAAALM/5TXeFnB0Wc0/s1600-h/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SilPFS-r0DI/AAAAAAAAALM/5TXeFnB0Wc0/s320/039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343889385264500786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were chatting.. but throughout the conversation, i was looking at some other place, i DON'T DARE to look at him.. But after awhile, he got so pissed because i didn't look at him when he talked, and he said that was very rude to him.. i was just TOO SHY.. in the end, i was forced to look into his eyes when he pushed me to the wall.. Wooo... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you like me&lt;/span&gt;?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;" i answered. Hahaha.. i did it on purpose. What a cool answer huh? XD so perasan... Girls must know HOW and WHEN to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;jual mahal&lt;/span&gt; in front of the GUYS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that i'll let him know my decision on Saturday (28 March 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;"YES!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik2dj61DOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/F3C6YJeMRJU/s1600-h/n583936491_1566878_2877711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik2dj61DOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/F3C6YJeMRJU/s320/n583936491_1566878_2877711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343862314337897698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He's our principal, Mr. Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik3eSG948I/AAAAAAAAAI0/_y512C7VjcQ/s1600-h/n583936491_1566632_3032230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik3eSG948I/AAAAAAAAAI0/_y512C7VjcQ/s320/n583936491_1566632_3032230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343863426248467394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik6DmZXkTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lfXqTVhVyF8/s1600-h/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik6DmZXkTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lfXqTVhVyF8/s320/IMG_2303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866266372772146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm sitting right on the left side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2950832237503873505?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2950832237503873505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=2950832237503873505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2950832237503873505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2950832237503873505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-at-oscars-27-march-2009.html' title='A Night At The Oscars [27 March 2009]'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sik6EGo51MI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bL03aVsfXcQ/s72-c/270320091606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4037464835461218968</id><published>2009-06-05T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:58:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi everyone.. i'm back to my blog now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Begin ShoutMix - http://www.shoutmix.com --&gt;5 July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why.. i MISS my blog so much all of a sudden.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; in my windows live messenger remind me of that indirectly.. it's been few months already i've not sign in to my blog.. full of mould dy... hehe.. just feel like writing something.. i've got a lot to tell.. regarding RELATIONSHIPS.. STUDIES.. LIFE.. all sorts of events happening everyday.. Anyway.. don't worry.. i'll keep my blog update from now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SikmXMkYHCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/14_rIy7gEwI/s1600-h/394851879_a6b5e21c1242504708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SikmXMkYHCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/14_rIy7gEwI/s320/394851879_a6b5e21c1242504708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343844612804451362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4037464835461218968?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4037464835461218968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4037464835461218968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4037464835461218968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4037464835461218968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-everyone-im-back-to-my-blog-now.html' title='hi everyone.. i&apos;m back to my blog now..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SikmXMkYHCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/14_rIy7gEwI/s72-c/394851879_a6b5e21c1242504708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4768422687047118591</id><published>2009-06-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:37:27.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Don't Go Away] by By2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Looking through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;there’s nothing to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And you’re no longer mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How could I survive  when you say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why do birds still fly up high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Can’t stop the tears from fallin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We used to be so fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;when you walked into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I tried to reach out for you just to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My heart is breakin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don’t Don’t Go Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby, don’t you know, I miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don’t Don’t Go Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I’ve never been on my own before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Can’t you hear me just take me with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So don’t   don’t go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don’t Don’t Go Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby, don’t you know, I miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don’t Don’t Go Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I’ve never been on my own before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So won’t you feel my heartbeat once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sikn2yFJjqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fACu14gwHFQ/s1600-h/47830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sikn2yFJjqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fACu14gwHFQ/s320/47830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343846254961594018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4768422687047118591?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4768422687047118591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4768422687047118591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4768422687047118591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4768422687047118591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-go-away-by-by2.html' title='[Don&apos;t Go Away] by By2'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/Sikn2yFJjqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fACu14gwHFQ/s72-c/47830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3771673265912394988</id><published>2009-01-14T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:55:27.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhyme Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newt Eye : Fruit Pie : Mute Guy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Squeeze the juice of a newt eye into a fruit pie and turn talkers to mute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frog Gut : Dog Butt : Bog Mutt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;One cup of frog gut rubbed on a dog's butt turns enemies to bog mutts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scum Slime : Some Time : Dumb Cr&lt;/strong&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boil some scum slime and stir it for some time, and your rival will be arrestd for doing a dumb crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3771673265912394988?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3771673265912394988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3771673265912394988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3771673265912394988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3771673265912394988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/01/rhyme-time.html' title='Rhyme Time'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6365675071013121357</id><published>2009-01-14T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:50:07.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you call a pig with three eyes??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;A  pi - i - ig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6365675071013121357?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6365675071013121357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6365675071013121357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6365675071013121357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6365675071013121357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/01/hehehe.html' title='hehehe..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6807767408912287948</id><published>2009-01-14T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:44:14.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GLASS'/><title type='text'>try guess..</title><content type='html'>If a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;house is made of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;bricks,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; house made from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; bricks,&lt;br /&gt;and a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; house made from &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; bricks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT'S A GREEN HOUSE MADE FROM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green bricks??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WRONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6807767408912287948?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6807767408912287948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6807767408912287948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6807767408912287948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6807767408912287948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-red-house-is-made-of-red-bricks-blue.html' title='try guess..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3760305527912956128</id><published>2009-01-14T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:36:33.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BanPin i think you can do these'/><title type='text'>I HATE PHYSICS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SW7nUdUc8aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-nxhQGOI_08/s1600-h/fis-bio02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291420950860722594" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SW7nUdUc8aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-nxhQGOI_08/s320/fis-bio02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 January 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had a Physics &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;diagnostic test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Usually when we finished a chapter, Mr. Thava, whom is our Physics lecturer, he'll gve us a dignostic test.. to test our ability of understanding and to see our improvement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;questions test. Not Multiple-Choice Questions of course. When the lecturer hand over the paper to me, i thought i would be able to do it.. cuz in that morning, i did my revision for the first chapter - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;KINEMATICS&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! THE FIRST CHAPTER "ONLY"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bt the questions were harder than i've thought.. I can do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of them!! DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cracking my head to figure out the solution to solve it, but i failed!! I fed up eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The world class runner can complete the 400m sprint in 48s. If you can only completesame distance in 64s, how far are you behind the runner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this another question.. Mr. Thava told us that we need to think LOGICALLY to find the answer..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The distance between two jetties along the Rejang River in Sarawak is 10km. For an upstream journey, it took 3 hours and forthe downstream journey, it took only 2 and a half hours. Calculate the speed of the water current.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can anyone help me?? I'm stucked!!!&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/8036496872869714378-3760305527912956128?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3760305527912956128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3760305527912956128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3760305527912956128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3760305527912956128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-physics.html' title='I HATE PHYSICS!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SW7nUdUc8aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-nxhQGOI_08/s72-c/fis-bio02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-724957668933492478</id><published>2009-01-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:13:44.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln College Asia Pacific</title><content type='html'>Lincoln College Asia Pacific is an institution for students to undertake pre-tertiary programmes which allows students to gain entry into the top universities the world over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln is specialsed in providing pre-tertiary programmes for entry into the worlds best universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the leading provider of the Foundation in Science [FSc.] programme in the country, Lincoln is partnered with universities who accept students for a variety of programmes especially for medicine, dentistry and pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln has over the last seven years established ourselves as a permier provider for niche programmes in critical courses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-724957668933492478?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/724957668933492478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=724957668933492478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/724957668933492478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/724957668933492478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2009/01/lincoln-college.html' title='Lincoln College Asia Pacific'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7359827854413396940</id><published>2008-12-29T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:58:53.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love him'/><title type='text'>My brain is going to burst!!!</title><content type='html'>The pathway of taking Medicine is to study &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Pre-Medical&lt;/span&gt; (equivalent to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foundation in Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duration is &lt;em&gt;9 to 12 months&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total fee is RM10,000..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i'll be send to study abroad. Let's say, Indonesia, India, Melbourne, Russia and other specific countries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 YEARS&lt;/span&gt;!! it'll be a very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hard time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, i have to do my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;specialisation&lt;/span&gt;.. Another few years needed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really don't wanna FAIL my parents anymore!! I neen to repay them.. their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SACRIFICATION&lt;/span&gt;!!! I've spent too much of their money.. I want to make them feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;!! i want to succeed in life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM and i have been arguing about our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. In the end, he decided to follow me if i were to study overseas.. But he's just so stubborn.. I don't want him to sacrifice for me too much.. He asked me whether he or my parents are in my first position.. I told him that wasn't the point!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is.. Whether i should choose my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;STUDIES&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;!!! which one??!! Of course my studies!! I just hope that he'll understand my situation.. It's very &lt;em&gt;crucial&lt;/em&gt; time for me now.. I want to have a better and stable &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;career&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the future!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7359827854413396940?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7359827854413396940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7359827854413396940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7359827854413396940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7359827854413396940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-brain-is-going-to-burst.html' title='My brain is going to burst!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-2564150765769178183</id><published>2008-12-29T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:32:09.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE! i'm gonna take MEDICINE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SVmijM9h2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z1-1h8AYv10/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285434363354405074" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SVmijM9h2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z1-1h8AYv10/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;28th December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly.. i still feel so shocked when i kept telling myself that i have to take MEDICINE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't my plan.. but i HAVE to change my mind for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;BRIGHTER FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday.. i went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kasturi College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at First World Nationwide Plaza.. I met the Programme Director and i talked to him (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Bala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).. I told him the course i preferred to enroll in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biomedical Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biotechnology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bioinformatics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he discouraged me from taking the above three courses.. The reason is these three fields require another &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIFTEEN YE&lt;/span&gt;ARS&lt;/span&gt; to develop!! He said, it's only waste your time and money.. All of a sudden, i just felt so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;AIMLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. my mind was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;BLANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! I don't know what to do the next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He strongly encourage me to take &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MEDICINE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PHARMACY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DENTISTR&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in Dentistry because everytime when i saw the dentist tried to pull out the patient's teeth.. i could feel my hairs on my body were raising up.. So, for sure i'm not choosing to be a dentist..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pharmacist?? Oh! definitely NO!! why do i have to struggle myself for it?? I have to admit that i'm not so good in Chemistry.. Though i'll work hard for it.. But didn't mean i have to torture myself to be a pharmacist, right? hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;DOCTOR&lt;/span&gt;? That would be another new and exciting experience for me.. The fact is.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE BIOLOGY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I'm so keen in studying living things.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;EXCEPT PLANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Knowing that actually rabbits eat their own shit.. HAHAHAHAHA!!! so funny.. Knowing that cows have four stomaches.. WOW!! incredible, right?? i wonder how nature evolve until all these changes happened.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However.. my grandma wanted me to be a pharmacist.. Mr. Bala told me that taking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NURSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; course is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JOBLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! i was terrified when he said that to me.. All these while, i thought being a nurse is a very good choice.. But when he asked me the consequences of being a nurse.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after marriage. Wil you have enough time to manage your family?? To raise up your children while you have to work shift in the hospital?? Your husband?? He's TRUE.. VERY TRUE.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I once told myself.. No matter how much i love my job.. My family will always be in the FIRST POSITION in my heart.. This is the fact that will never change.. i don't want it to change.. And i won't let it CHANGE!!! I want to be a caring WIFE, but only cares about my patients!! i want to be a LOYAL wife..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What say you?? Do you support me?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2564150765769178183?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2564150765769178183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=2564150765769178183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2564150765769178183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2564150765769178183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/fine-im-gonna-take-medicine.html' title='FINE! i&apos;m gonna take MEDICINE..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SVmijM9h2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z1-1h8AYv10/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-169923425112325899</id><published>2008-12-29T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:39:01.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis - Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285437492710124194" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SVmlZWuEqqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tY3ozy47PbI/s320/thumbnai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In all I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But every single time I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light up, light up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louder louder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To think I might not see those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And as we say our long goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I nearly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light up, light up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louder louder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say ...&lt;/strong&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/8036496872869714378-169923425112325899?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SVmmcxOpC9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9gsQTrHzgNo/s320/thumbnailCA9ZW1ZS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th December 2009..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to visit Ateli3r's house.. She invited us for lunch.. TM was supposed to come with me to.. Nanalicious told me that she couldn't make it coz she need to follow her mum to Malacca for a wedding ceremony.. Well, Anandh had prayers to do.. Magen?? I don't care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i didn't get the chance to go to Ateli3r's house too.. My mum told me that she'll bring me to Sunway Pyramid to buy New Year clothes.. Haiz.. In the end, i had to cancelled it.. I though i could go to TM's house to visit his new bedroom.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i quickly had my shower and head on to SP by my auntie's car.. The very first shop that i vist was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MESSAGE&lt;/span&gt;. They sell two different age groups of garments.. For Ladies ONLY. i tried on two sts of clothes.. they were nice.. I mean the clothes.. i bought a pair of trousers.. you guess how much it cost??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;RM109!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bought a shirt.. RM69!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my mum's clothes - The total amount is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;RM2000+++ !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that??!! We spent almost an hour in that shop, and it was like having a fashion show inside it!!! My mum kept trying clothes inside the fitting room.. But she looked nice too.. REALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment.. everything turned upside-down.. I felt like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;vomitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. I told my grandma that i have to go to the toilet immediately.. i can't focus my vision.. i can't see things properly.. My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;vision &lt;/span&gt;was extremely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;blurred&lt;/span&gt;.. i SWEAR i REALLY didn't know what was happening to me.. but frankly speaking.. that kind of feeling was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;TERRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to vomit in front of the people.. i searched everywhere for toilet.. Finally, i FOUND it!! All the people starring at me.. They could sense that i wasn't feel right.. i accidently hit the wall coz i couldn't pay attention on my way.. A Malay guy tried to help me.. but eventually he didn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into the toilet and i could feel that my entire body was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; shivering&lt;/span&gt;.. i felt so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; inside.. i looked so blue.. i tried to take out my hp and give a call to TM.. but i got no energy.. all of a sudden, i felt so tired.. Plus i was having my menstruation.. my lower abdormal part was pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the toilet for less than half an hour.. my auntie brought me out.. and bought me some bread and a cup of hot milo.. we went home immediately.. my mum asked me whether i want to see the doctor.. but i refused.. i believe that i'll be alright soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, i ate medicine and i took a nap.. i'm feeling ok now.. Fuh!! i'm glad that i'm not staying in the hospital!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-219930654846594281?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/219930654846594281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=219930654846594281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/219930654846594281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/219930654846594281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-almost-fainted-at-sunway-pyramid.html' title='I almost fainted at Sunway Pyramid!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SVmmcxOpC9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9gsQTrHzgNo/s72-c/thumbnailCA9ZW1ZS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6784895048119160972</id><published>2008-12-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:41:04.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but i really worget him..'/><title type='text'>I had a dream..</title><content type='html'>22nd December 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream.. Part of it was a nightmare.. How should i start?? Erm.. it began with a very sweet relationship.. but NOT with TM.. IT'S WITH &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Oh my Goodness.. i just can't believe that he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;EXISTED&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;DREAM&lt;/span&gt;!!! How could it be??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SWEAR&lt;/span&gt; I REALLY don't want this to happened.. I admit that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; i do still have feelings for him.. but.. there's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt; that he could appear in my DREAM!! I just can't figure it out what's going on in my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! What am i thinking?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;NOT S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;UPPOSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be in my mind.. i hope this will not last long.. i REALLY hope this will only stay temporary.. I can't let this disrupt my mind.. OK, maybe the feeling of jealousy remained in my mind.. but.. i know i should be wishing him HAPPILY FOREVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do.. I was the one who dumped him at first due to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;THE EXISTENCE OF A THIRD PERSON&lt;/span&gt;, that is Howe2. It was obviously my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAULT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. i knew that he really loved me.. but i was just too cruel to hurt him so bad.. I'm sorry, Daniel.. Really sorry.. I hope you would forgive me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; forgetting me.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was riding a.. (erm.. i forgot what vehicle was that..) motorcycle OR a bicycle.. ARGH!! I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER!!! He came to my house, he asked me out!!! I could still remember how i feel that moment.. I was totally overwhelmed!!! It seemed like it's all i've been awaiting for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. it wasn't a suitable timing.. my parents were at home.. they witnessed everything.. They didn't really approve.. but i tried so hard to beg them.. JUST LET ME OUT!!! Finally i could hang out with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i can't really remember what we (PB and I) did.. but they were all sweet memories.. When i came home, my parents and i had a talk PERSONALLY.. They disagreed the relationship between PB and I. Fine, i got no idea how me and him got together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.. PB and I decided to run away.. I was the one who drive the car.. I don't know what car was that.. It was just some random car existed in my dream.. Suddenly, i saw my parents' car passed by us!! And they saw us too!! ALL OF A SUDDEN.. I hitted my parents' car, i tred to avoid their car but i failed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. i realised that my father had died from the accident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frightened and i woke up from my bed.. i looked at the time from my hp.. and it was only 3 something in the morning.. i tried to sleep again.. but i can't.. i kept thinking the reason why i had this horrible dream.. that wasn't my expectation.. REALLY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6784895048119160972?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6784895048119160972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6784895048119160972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6784895048119160972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6784895048119160972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream..'/><author><name>Aurellia 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style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：从上海去苏州要几粒钟？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：难道他不可以来吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你不给他不来啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：周杰伦不喜欢穿内裤。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：周杰伦不喜欢穿底裤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：我一向都是这样的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚人：我一路来都是这样的啦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：我的手机掉进沟渠了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：我的手机掉进龙沟了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：这样你不是很不值得吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：这样你'马'很不 '歹'？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你真是聪明！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你真是pan nai！(源自马来语pandai，聪明的意思)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你安静！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你diam diam！(源自马来语diam，安静的意思)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：我要去银行取款。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：我要去银行 '按钱'。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：为什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：做么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你很强~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你很够力~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：明天也叫他一起去吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：明天叫'埋'他一起去！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：我很郁闷~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：我很'显'（sien）啊~~~~（'显'比郁闷的境界更高）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你再说我就打你！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你再说我就hood你！（有点粗俗的）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你在说什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你在说sommok？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你不要令我丢脸~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你不要'下水' 我~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：真被你气到…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：被你炸到…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你别乱来~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你表乱乱来~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：你很无聊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：你很废&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：XX你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：Kanasai（意思是像大便一样，骂人的话）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：迫切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：bek chek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：我们一起吃这碗面~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：我们'公司'吃这碗面~（源自马来语的kongsi，就是一起分享的意思）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：今天的天气很热~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：今天的天气热到。。。。。。（'到'字要拉 长，然后没有下文了）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：哇!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：哇捞weh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：我受不了他！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：我behtahan他！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：有嗎?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：哪裡有哦?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;中国人 ：很好笑!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;马来西亚华人：幾好笑!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-5970240577564076342?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/5970240577564076342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=5970240577564076342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5970240577564076342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5970240577564076342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_3991.html' title='马来西亚华语'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4866602666676983682</id><published>2008-12-14T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:46:58.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱一个人</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;如果你不爱一个人,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请放手.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好让别人有机会爱她.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你爱的人放弃了你,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请放开自己,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好让自己有机会爱别人.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的东西你再喜欢也不会属于你的,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的东西你再留恋也注定要放弃的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生中有许多种 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但别让自己为一种伤害.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些缘分是注定要失去的,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些缘分是永远都不会有好结果的,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人不一定要拥有,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但拥有一个人就一定要好好的去爱她.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人哭了是因为他真的爱了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人哭了是因为她真的放弃了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果真诚是一种伤害,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我选择谎言;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果谎言一种伤害,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我选择沉默;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果沉默是一种伤害,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我选择离开.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果失去是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你怕不怕付出 ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果迷乱是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会不会选择结束,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果追求是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会不会选择执迷不悟 ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果分离是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要向谁倾诉,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多事情都是后来才看清楚,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多事情当时一点也不觉得苦!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*** 爱 &amp;amp; 缘分 ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;１.她無聊時陪她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;２.她難過時安慰她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;３.男生要主動點&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;４.多約女友出去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;５.不能讓女友主動約&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;６.讓她每天都開心愉快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;７.要好好對待女友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;８.順從女友的意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;９.不要讓她傷心難過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;１０.當她被欺負要立刻去保護她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;１１.不要隱瞞女友事情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;１２.不能背叛女友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4866602666676983682?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3933722857898226682</id><published>2008-12-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:47:48.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>愿天下有情人终成眷属</title><content type='html'>爱的感觉，总是在一开始觉得很甜蜜，&lt;br /&gt;总觉得多一个人陪、多一个人帮你分担，&lt;br /&gt;你终於不再孤单了，至少有一个人想著你、恋著你，&lt;br /&gt;不论做什么事情， 只要能一起，就是好的，&lt;br /&gt;但是慢慢的，随著彼此的认识愈深，&lt;br /&gt;你开始发现了对方的缺点， 於是问题一个接著一个发生，&lt;br /&gt;你开始烦、累，甚至想要逃避，&lt;br /&gt;有人说爱情就像在捡石头， 总想捡到一个适合自己的，&lt;br /&gt;但是你又如何知道什么时候能够捡到呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*她适合你，那你又适合她吗?&lt;br /&gt;其实，爱情就像磨石子一样，&lt;br /&gt;或许刚捡到的时候，你不是那么的满意，&lt;br /&gt;但是记住人是有弹性的， 很多事情是可以改变的，&lt;br /&gt;只要你有心、有勇气， 与其到处去捡未知的石头，&lt;br /&gt;还不如好好的将自己已经拥有的石头磨亮磨，你开始磨了吗？&lt;br /&gt;很多人以为是因为感情淡了， 所以人才会变得懒惰。&lt;br /&gt;错！&lt;br /&gt;其实是人先被惰性征服， 所以感情才会变淡的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*在某个聚餐的场合, 有人提议多吃点虾子对身体好，&lt;br /&gt;这时候有个中年男人忽然说「十年前，当我老婆还是我的女朋友的时候，她说要吃十只虾，我就剥二十只给她！ 现在，如果她要我帮她剥虾壳，开玩笑！我连帮她脱衣服都没兴趣了，还剥虾壳咧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*听到了吗？明白了吗？&lt;br /&gt;难怪越来越多人只想要谈一辈子的恋爱，却迟迟不肯走入婚姻。&lt;br /&gt;因为，婚姻容易让人变得懒惰。&lt;br /&gt;如果每个人都 懒得讲话、 懒得倾听、 懒得制造惊喜、 懒得温柔体贴，&lt;br /&gt;那么夫妻或是情人之间， 又怎么会不渐行渐远渐无声呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以请记住：&lt;br /&gt;有活力的爱情， 是需要适度殷勤灌溉的， 谈恋爱，更是不可以偷懒的喔！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*有一对情侣，相约下班後去用餐、逛街，&lt;br /&gt;可是女孩因为公司会议而延误了， 当她冒著雨赶到的时候已经迟到了30多分钟，&lt;br /&gt;他的男朋友很不高兴的说： 你每次都这样，现在我甚么心情也没了， 我以後再也不会等你了！ 刹那间，女孩终於决堤崩溃了， 她心里在想：或许，他们再也没有未来了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*同样的在同一个地点，另一对情侣也面临同样的处境； 女孩赶到的时候也迟到了半个钟头，他的男朋友说：我想你一定忙坏了吧！ 接著他为女孩拭去脸上的雨水，并且脱去外套盖在女孩身上， 此刻，女孩流泪了, 但是流过她脸颊的泪却是温馨的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你体会到了吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*其实爱、恨往往只是在我们的一念之间！&lt;br /&gt;爱不仅要懂得宽容更要及时， 很多事可能只是在於你心境的转变罢了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;懂了吗？&lt;br /&gt;当有个人爱上你，而你也觉得他不错。&lt;br /&gt;那并不代表你会选择他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*我们总说：我要找一个你很爱很爱的人，才会谈恋爱。&lt;br /&gt;但是当对方问你，怎样才算是很爱很爱的时候， 你可能无法回答他，因为你自己也不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*没错，我们总是以为，我们会找到一个自己很爱很爱的人。&lt;br /&gt;可是後来，当我们猛然回首，我们才会发觉自己曾经多么天真。&lt;br /&gt;假如从来没有开始，你怎么知道自己会不会很爱很爱那个人呢？&lt;br /&gt;其实，很爱很爱的感觉，是要在一起经历了许多事情之後才会发现的。&lt;br /&gt;或许每个人都希望能够找到自己心目中百分之百的伴侣， 但是你有没有想过在你身边会不会早已经有人默默对你付出很久了，只是你没发 觉而已呢？&lt;br /&gt;所以，还是仔细看看身边的人吧！ 他或许已经等你很久喽！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*当你爱一个人的时候，爱到八分绝对刚刚好。&lt;br /&gt;所有的期待和希望都只有七八分；剩下两三分用来爱自己。&lt;br /&gt;如果你还继续爱得更多，很可能会给对方沉重的压力，让彼此喘不过气来， 完全丧失了爱情的乐趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*所以请记住， 喝酒不要超过六分醉， 吃饭不要超过七分饱， 爱一个人不要超过八分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*那天朋友问我：到底该怎么做才算是爱一个人呢？&lt;br /&gt;我笑著跟他说：其实每个人的爱情观都不一样，说对了叫开导，但就怕说错反倒变成误导。&lt;br /&gt;那就糟糕了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*如果你也正在为爱迷惘，或许下面这段话可以给你一些启示：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，要了解，也要开解；&lt;br /&gt;要道歉，也要道谢；&lt;br /&gt;要认错，也要改错；&lt;br /&gt;要体贴，也要体谅；&lt;br /&gt;是接受，而不是忍受；&lt;br /&gt;是宽容，而不是纵容；&lt;br /&gt;是支持，而不是支配；&lt;br /&gt;是慰问，而不是质问；&lt;br /&gt;是倾诉，而不是控诉；&lt;br /&gt;是难忘，而不是遗忘；&lt;br /&gt;是彼此交流，而不是凡事交代；&lt;br /&gt;是为对方默默祈求， 而不是向对方诸多要求；&lt;br /&gt;可以浪漫，但不要浪费；&lt;br /&gt;可以随时牵手，但不要随便分手。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3933722857898226682?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3933722857898226682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3933722857898226682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3933722857898226682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3933722857898226682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='愿天下有情人终成眷属'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4108767772377836267</id><published>2008-12-04T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:02:56.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEALOUSY is the main root of most broke-up couples..</title><content type='html'>It was on 27th NOVEMBER 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of SPM.. After we've done our EST Paper 2, our gang (Ateli3r, Nanalicious, Anandh, Magen and ME) went to Al-Nainas for lunch.. Nana's mother made curry chicken rice for us.. I didn't know about it at first.. So i thought that i'll hang out with TM.. I immediately called TM to inform him about it.. I was thinking to invite him to come along with us and have lunch together.. though that wasn't our plan.. But it doesn't matter, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we were planning to hang out at the park near by the school.. But TM wasn't happy with my suggestion.. So he went away without my foreknowledge..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4108767772377836267?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4108767772377836267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4108767772377836267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4108767772377836267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4108767772377836267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-lost-my-g2.html' title='JEALOUSY is the main root of most broke-up couples..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7267630784137336193</id><published>2008-12-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:52:00.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE DAYS TWO NIGHTS</title><content type='html'>it was on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 NOVEMBER 2008&lt;/span&gt;..The day after my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM came over to my house..&lt;br /&gt;Actually he planned to stay over night.. ONLY ONE NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TWO NIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was SEVEN days before my SPM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buat itu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FOUR TIMES&lt;/span&gt; in THREE DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My menstruation jus end.. According to one of his friends, he said i wouldn't get pregnant if i have sexual intercourse right after menstruation.. THAT'S TRUE!!! i was kinda worried at first.. but i took the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;RISK&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned his ears with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;FOUR &lt;/span&gt;cotton buds.. it was full of yellowish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHITS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in it.. i could see them clearly.. LISTEN!!! This is what a WIFE should do after marriage.. So, there's no point that us girls keep complaining that this is disgusting or whatsoever.. THIS IS NECESSARY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM eats A LOT sometimes!! Early in the morning, when my parents went out for work, while my brothers went to school.. i cooked one &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MAGGI MEE&lt;/span&gt; for him.. but he said that wasn't ENOUGH for him!! he wanted me to cook &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; packs for him.. My Goodness!!! but i added TWO eggs for him already.. After that, he even ate half a cup of instant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;MUSHROOM SOUP&lt;/span&gt;.. and a piece of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;CAKE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout all these days.. i realised that he has a lot of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;FLAWS&lt;/span&gt; too.. Sometimes, he's &lt;em&gt;UNHYGIENIC&lt;/em&gt;.. he pee until the surrounding of my toilet bowl.. I knew i'm not supposed to reveal all these.. it's his privacy though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to check on my stuffs in my room.. Like he ransacked my room!! He read the LOVE LETTER that was given by REMO.. He read my calendar ( my so-called diary ).. And he NEARLY found out that i was with HOWE2 !!! It was such a close shave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a huge pack of CHOCOLATE and a piggy bear.. i LOVE soft toys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, it's raining now.. think i gotta sign out now.. before the thunder stricks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STjUOF0oIJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SbL0dJJLetU/s1600-h/private_1_70928724c5eb36812adb5e4aaef230a61b65b0a3c6d9e7ca6a82e2392905016bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276200302010704018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STjUOF0oIJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SbL0dJJLetU/s320/private_1_70928724c5eb36812adb5e4aaef230a61b65b0a3c6d9e7ca6a82e2392905016bm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7267630784137336193?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7267630784137336193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7267630784137336193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7267630784137336193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7267630784137336193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-days-two-nights.html' title='THREE DAYS TWO NIGHTS'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STjUOF0oIJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SbL0dJJLetU/s72-c/private_1_70928724c5eb36812adb5e4aaef230a61b65b0a3c6d9e7ca6a82e2392905016bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-153249755505524667</id><published>2008-12-04T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:03:21.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>5 december 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i signed in to my msn.. i was shocked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;THERE'S 267 UNREAD MAILS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!! but i deleted most of them.. cuz mostly the mails were from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music123.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fanbox.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and... WHATSOEVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i HATED it when the mails that i received were all forwarded messages..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and usually at the end of the mail.. people will wrote there: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if you don't forward this message, you encountered with something bad in your life.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUBBISH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-153249755505524667?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/153249755505524667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=153249755505524667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/153249755505524667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/153249755505524667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7822516317128225700</id><published>2008-12-02T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:31:36.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STYZQfys_QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KqOtMgoyYVk/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275431784713878786" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STYZQfys_QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KqOtMgoyYVk/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 DECEMEBER 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That morning when i woke up.. it was a SUNNY day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess i was overjoyed because of the outing with my friends and my... hehehe.. bf!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before the outing, i've already choose what clothes that i'm gonna wear.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my most awaiting moment ever... BECAUSE.. that was the first time i went to watch a movie with my bf.. Even my ex bf had not bring me to watch a movie.. all he did was pulled me to the staircase... Erm.. you know... No need to tell.. i didn't wanna bring up the past memories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i reached IOI Mall, i thought Lyana was already there, but i couldn't see her.. so i walked around and search for her.. she was at Jusco.. she brought one of her guy friends named Asyraf.. I saw David too!! Actually we were celebrating a farewell party for him.. he was going back to Sarawak.. Asyraf wanted Nana to untied her hair.. so we went to toilet again.. Whereas David and TM went to the game station.. i told him not to go but he insisted. I hated the smell of cigatette smoke inside.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to the cinema. i went to the toilet once again, to check my hair (cuz he kept rubbed my hair and made it very very messy!!!).. ahahaha!! so we bought drinks for each one of us.. but i shared with TM.. oh ya!! we bought an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt; ticket for my little cousin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we sat together.. there was a chinese couple sat behind us too.. TM and i was kinda &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;intimate &lt;/span&gt;at times.. so the pair of couple who sat behind us couldn't stand that.. they changed their seat to another place.. HAHAHAHAHA!!!! so what???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were touching each other.. i was touching his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tumm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (with lots of hair over there!!) i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it so much!!! ahahahahahah!!! And i was kinda cold, cuz i was wearing a mini skirt.. so TM put his hand on my lab.. to keep me warm.. we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt; at times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm.. i guess i should skip the movie part.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time goes by.. it was going to be 9p.m. which means it's time for me to go back.. BUT I'VE NOT EAT MY DINNER!!!! we were planning to eat together, but i didn't know that the movie took for about two hours.. so i had to say BYE BYE to them.. so i left the cinema earlier before the movie ends.. i went to the main entrance in front of the Starbucks Cafe.. Ateli3r gave me hug, and a gave a hug for Nanalicious.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7822516317128225700?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7822516317128225700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7822516317128225700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7822516317128225700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7822516317128225700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STYZQfys_QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KqOtMgoyYVk/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4849082463276036940</id><published>2008-12-02T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:34:41.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm taking my CAR licence!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STYPtiExqaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8_PdyiFLH1k/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275421288426482082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STYPtiExqaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8_PdyiFLH1k/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th November 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That morning, i woke up at around 6.45p.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I clean myself up and get ready to go to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bangi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i reached the Bandar Kinrara Car Learning Academy.. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; saw Malay guys!!!! WTF!! i was the only Chinese girl.. Then, there was a Malay man came towards me, he called my name!! Goodness!! he knew my NAME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Chin??" asked the Malay man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course!! he got the name list!! LAME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we head on to Bangi.. sitting with my ONLY chinese girl friend.. Her name is Michelle.. She's same age as me.. BUT, she's studying in college now!! TAYLOR'S COLLEGE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we reached Bangi.. i saw a lot of cars.. a lot of people.. Then i went to the information counter, i registered my name.. the officer took my Identity Card.. so i was the FIRST one who enter the classroom.. so i sat in front.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there was a Malay girl came to me, and introduced herself.. Her name is Zasha.. Same age.. Just finished SPM. However.. i non-stop pressing my phone.. i called Lyana, told her that i went to the kuliah already.. she was kinda shocked cause i indirectly woke her up early in the morning (it was only 8a.m. something).. hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The speaker was late that day.. he noticed that I WAS THE ONLY CHINESE GIRL there!!!!!!!! it was kinda embarrassing.. however, i don't really care.. as long as i am able to mix around with different races or religion peple.. i'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the type of ANTI-SOCIAL people.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class was kinda boring.. The Malay guy who sat beside me had already fell asleep.. Zasha and i were REALLY TRYING so hard to combat the sleepiness in ourselves!! YES, WE DID!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had break-time for about half an hour.. i didn't have the appetite to eat.. so i stayed at the hall.. i called TM, but he didn't like that i waste my credit to call him.. but i told him that i missed him so much.. why can't he just be more understanding??? so we had a small argument.. but we were alright after that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now.. i just NEED to read the TWO books as fast as possible.. Cause Nana is waiting for me.. heheheh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, they still remain unchanged using the manual one.. i thought i could use the AUTO one.. Haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;RM998&lt;/span&gt; for the entire process.. it's CHEAP enough, right?? i mean, compared to last time.. hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4849082463276036940?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4849082463276036940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4849082463276036940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4849082463276036940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4849082463276036940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-taking-my-car-licence.html' title='i&apos;m taking my CAR licence!!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/STYPtiExqaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8_PdyiFLH1k/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8854888713614091926</id><published>2008-11-13T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:52:47.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOST MY HANDPHONE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SRwGMbQq9UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C2ATPITtaHk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268092474662516034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SRwGMbQq9UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C2ATPITtaHk/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F! F! F! F! F!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't believe that i just had this terrible &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;MISFORTUNE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again???!!!!! Few months ago, i lost my WALLET!!! and had RM20++ in it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and NOW!!!! who would want to steal my hp??!! my very lousy hp.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEAR&lt;/span&gt; i'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/span&gt; put my bag downstairs!!!! i'm in a VERY VERY VERY bad mood now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept on telling myself, maybe i left it in my room.. but when i checked my drawer and all the other possible places that i've kept it.. But i found &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;NOTHING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; where is it??!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got no other choice but to call Nana.. I thought maybe she's still at school, so that she find it for me.. but she told me that she was at her younger sister's school already.. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i called Ateli3r, i asked her whether she would do me a favour.. sms TM to inform him about it and to call my house phone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i few minutes.. he called. I told him what happened. He decided to buy me a new one, but i declined. I explained to him, since my SPM is going to over (two more weeks), i'll go seek for a part-time job after that.. so maybe after i get my salary, i can buy my own new hp, right? i didn't want to waste his money.. i told him to be patient.. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST FOR TWO MORE WEEKS!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but he sounded unhappy with my decision.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HE HUNG UP THE CALL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit.. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MISS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;him.. YES, I DO!!! but which is more important? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPM &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; of course!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;LOST &lt;/span&gt;all my contact numbers!!! Irvin? Max? Dinesh? there's so much more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8854888713614091926?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8854888713614091926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8854888713614091926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8854888713614091926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8854888713614091926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-lost-my-handphone.html' title='I LOST MY HANDPHONE!!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SRwGMbQq9UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C2ATPITtaHk/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4633206544920792945</id><published>2008-11-13T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:24:06.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!! I'M BACK!!</title><content type='html'>13th November 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mathematics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SPM paper today.. For the objective paper, which is Paper 1, i didn't do well.. I can't focus cuz i was having a minor headache.. i made quite a lot of silly mistakes.. The graph, the tranformation, probability, circles and SO ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, i went out with TM, Oh Ya!!! i have not introduce HIM to you guys, right? Hehe!! He's my BF now.. can't believe i just dumped Howe2!! Anyway, TM means TELUR MASIN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. you know what.. i always confused with the pronunciation of "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;MASIN&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MANIS&lt;/span&gt;" !!! hahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to al-Nainas for breakfast.. but i brought my milo and Gardenia bread.. I saw few of my brother's classmates.. but we sat at the corner, so probably they cant see us.. hehe! he ordered a soft drink, and that's it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around 7.50a.m. i rushed back to the school.. Chern Yang saw him.. i guess &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;REMO&lt;/span&gt; saw me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO CARES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SRv_xXlZkCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6PSkDRxNQ2c/s1600-h/insults.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268085412749479970" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SRv_xXlZkCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6PSkDRxNQ2c/s320/insults.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4633206544920792945?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4633206544920792945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4633206544920792945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4633206544920792945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4633206544920792945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back-im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!! I&apos;M BACK!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SRv_xXlZkCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6PSkDRxNQ2c/s72-c/insults.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3926221339949311922</id><published>2008-09-27T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:59:55.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~酒~</title><content type='html'>酒..是快乐的泉源, 或是痛苦的根源? 酒带给人的是快乐还是痛苦?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人为什么会喝酒? 喜欢麻痹的感觉, 还是喜欢幻想的感觉? 难道喜欢它苦涩的味道?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;酒好难喝..一点也不好喝…为什么人还是选择喝酒?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜夜狂欢,让酒精麻醉自己, 把自己陷入底潮, 伤心的大声哭泣, 是种发泄空虚的方法吗?酒后清醒, 你会发现酒精根本於是无补 . 酒入愁肠愁更愁.这句明句, 很经典.简单地带出酒后的心情.喝酒是你可能因酒精发作, 觉得兴奋, 突然脑筋一转, 想起了一些不愉快的事, 心情直落谷底.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手后去喝酒是最笨的事. 伤心的灵魂, 早就不见了二魂七魄, 酒精入肚, 不堪设想. 你可能会打电话给你的前男友或前女友, 乱七八糟的说一些不该说的话, 让彼此的关系更加恶化, 不能挽回. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;更糟糕的恐怕是酒后乱性, 因为空虚寂寞, 一时意乱情迷, 糊乱与人发生关系. 可能为了生理需求, 可能为了寻找人与人之间的温度, 也可能为了证明自己还是有魅力的, 可能..种种的可能都会发生在不清醒的人身上..一觉醒来, 发现身边的人不是自己所爱的, 后悔也来不及了..这份后悔会伴你一生..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既然如此, 为什么有人还是爱它呢??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3926221339949311922?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3926221339949311922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3926221339949311922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3926221339949311922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3926221339949311922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_27.html' title='~酒~'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-5760842403180055104</id><published>2008-09-27T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:58:52.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~爱情~</title><content type='html'>午后，慵懒的阳光洒落地面，纵长路上，男孩骑车载 女孩问….. 你会爱我多久？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩紧抱着男孩，侧着头在他耳边这样甜甜的问， 她知道，这个问题没有100分的答案。带着娇嗔的轻笑， 她说：「给你一个说甜言蜜语的机会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩却认真的思考了起来。 趁着红灯停止的机会，他举起手比了个“一”要女孩 猜他的答案是什麽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩想了一想，快乐的说：「一辈子！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩笑了，并不是因为她答对，而是感染了她的喜悦 绿灯了，男孩不仅趋车面对现实，也收敛起笑容，轻轻的告诉女孩： 「我不会给这种答案的，这样的答案好到不真实了， 在说谎..再猜猜..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩对男孩的说法很满意，於是歪者头继续想.. 一天？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵，我们已经相恋两个月了， 一天、一星期、一个月这些都不成立喔！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又是红灯，男孩握住女孩的手，微笑的看着她, 女孩窃笑，大声的说「不会是一瞬间吧？」这个答案 男孩差点笑倒在马路上 [当然不是啦！]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他一直深爱着女孩的幽默，深爱着女孩爽朗的笑容， 这个答案让他更紧握住女孩的手….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 「一年吗？」曾经有过一年时间等待的承诺，使得女孩对一年这个答案特别敏感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩摇摇头， 他们之间已经不需要等待，只剩时间的考验……. 「一百年好了，爱我一百年就够了。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 女孩说着，并表现着幸福的模样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 男孩说「一百年太短了吧，不够我爱你啊！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 甜言蜜语是男孩的专长，爱听甜言蜜语却是女孩的弱 …. 女孩笑了，轻铃的笑声让男孩闯了红灯…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"想要听答案了吗?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩想说了， 而女孩想听「我会爱你多久呢？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男孩手比着一说：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"一…一直到你不再爱我我的那一天…"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-5760842403180055104?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/5760842403180055104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=5760842403180055104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5760842403180055104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5760842403180055104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='~爱情~'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-5947256886070582861</id><published>2008-09-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:43:17.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU!!! READ THIS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SN8nWtXJeuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/us4v1bL-zUM/s1600-h/look!+i+can+still+smile+without+u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250958961624578786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SN8nWtXJeuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/us4v1bL-zUM/s320/look!+i+can+still+smile+without+u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS TIME I'M GONNA WRITE MY BLOG IN BOLD ALPHABETS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES!! I CUT MY HAIR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M PROUD TO SAY THIS!!! THOUGH I KNOW THIS IS NOT A BIG THING TO ANNOUNCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M CUTTING DOWN ALL MY MEMORIES WITH HIM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY ARE NO LONGER EXIST IN MY MIND!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT EVEN IN MY FUCKING BRAIN ANYMORE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M HAPPY WITH MY NEW LOOK NOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M GONNA LIVE MY FUTURE DAYS WITH MY NEW IMAGE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M BRAND NEW!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEREK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ASKED WHETHER HE WOULD HAVE THE CHANCE AGAIN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL "NO" !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EASO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IS ALSO ANOTHER SEX-MINDED GUY.. THAT I DON'T EVEN WANNA BOTHER HIM.. I'M JUST FOOLING AROUND WITH HIM... HEH!!! IDIOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT LIKE LAST TIME ANYMORE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"IF YOU WANNA PLAY, I PLAY TOO!!" AND THAT'S MY PRINCIPLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-5947256886070582861?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/5947256886070582861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=5947256886070582861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5947256886070582861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5947256886070582861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-read-this.html' title='YOU!!! READ THIS!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SN8nWtXJeuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/us4v1bL-zUM/s72-c/look!+i+can+still+smile+without+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-2527774004091014145</id><published>2008-09-26T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:09:39.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can someone just slap me???????????????????'/><title type='text'>It's OVER..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyYNfhhonI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AdmrkQ58Fy4/s1600-h/17313.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250238623174992498" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="95" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyYNfhhonI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AdmrkQ58Fy4/s320/17313.png" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second blog that i posted today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just recounting the things that happened few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 21st September (Saturday), my bf called early in the morning.. i was still sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;But still, i answered his call.. He didn't even wish me Good Morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he popped out a question to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hve you been telling others about our stuffs??" Jacky asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i didn't get what he was trying to say.. Coz i'm a bit blurr.. just got up from my bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i met a guy named Eason. I got no idea on hw he got my number.. everytime i asked him bout that, he didn't wanna tell!! So i didn't really bothered.. maybe some of my guy friends gave the number to him.. Honestly.. Eason and i were just friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was just some random guy who likes to flirts with girls.. He proposed to me. But the weird thing was.. he knew how i looked like!! How come?? i didn't even show him my picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't tell anyone bout Eason, except my frineds!! But hw does my bf, Jacky, know that i've been smsing other guys?? When i asked Jacky bout tha, he didn't wanna tell!! All he said was just.. "Do not contact that guy anymore, do you hear me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i said.. "it's not wrong to make new friends?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon.. i hung up the call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he didn't talk to me already..&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was just being jealous or whatsoever!!&lt;br /&gt;So i didn't really care bout him although he didn't wanna talk to me.. I knew that he's angry.. but i thought that he'll be ok soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday.. he didn't sms me or call me.. i started to worry.. i tried to sms him and all him.. but he reply NONE of my msg!! He REFUSED to pick up my call!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sms Eason on that day.. Eason finally told me the truth.. Jacky was actually his cousin!! They stay together!!! WTH!! And Eason said, my bf, Jacky was the one who gave my number to him!! Oh my Goodness!! Why would Jacky wanna give my number to another guy??!! i'm his gf!! Is he pushing me away to another guy??!! He wanna DUMP me??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is going on??!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night.. i cried.. i'm just being too EMOTIONAL!! I'm a CRY-BABY, and that is the FACT!!! I cried the whole night.. i have not cried like this before in my life.. I was going to have my Physics exam the next day, but i didn't study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept me FALLING APART!!! I guess i've failed my Physics paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend wanted to SLAP me!! She said i'm too soft-hearted.. it's true but that is not the reason i cried for HIM!! Last time, i wasn't serious bout him.. There's once, he said he was going to COMMIT SUICIDE when i said broke up with him.. i didn't believe that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's taking REVENGE on me.. I have fell in LOVE for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's true that people will only know how to APPRECIATE sb/sth when we lose them.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HIM AND THAT IS TRUE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the SIXTH day i broke up with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i didn't get any news from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder.. maybe he has another gf.. so that was an excuse to get rid of me.. (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i treat him like a dog when we were still together..&lt;br /&gt;But i swear i'm not gonna do that again!! I'm seriously SERIOUS here!!&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he would come back.. or at least just send me a single message..&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't ask for MORE..&lt;br /&gt;ALL i need is him..&lt;br /&gt;I've fell for him deeper and deeper dy-by-day, until i can't pull myself back again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyYe3VTitI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qi8mHqeukv0/s1600-h/for+sale+-+one+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250238921623964370" style="CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyYe3VTitI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qi8mHqeukv0/s320/for+sale+-+one+heart.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2527774004091014145?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2527774004091014145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=2527774004091014145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2527774004091014145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2527774004091014145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s OVER..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyYNfhhonI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AdmrkQ58Fy4/s72-c/17313.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-2959909466584498345</id><published>2008-09-25T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:25:02.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyM-r9IqkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/edrOi0ePX6Q/s1600-h/a+part+of+us+is+gone+too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250226274186078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyM-r9IqkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/edrOi0ePX6Q/s320/a+part+of+us+is+gone+too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long time i've not go online..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my blog seems like everything to me now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't blog be human being..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna hug my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that everybody is leaving me one-by-one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.. is PB..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly.. is Derek..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly.. Some random guy that we've not met before.. (??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's whole lot more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those guys that i flirt with... they are UNCOUNTABLE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irvin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eason..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is 26 September..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called PB..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very obvious that we are so awkward to talk to each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was going for a trip to KL.. with.. his gf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know about it at first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when i heardd a sound of a girl talking to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to suspect..&lt;br /&gt;I asked him.. "is she your friend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was like.. "erm.. ya.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does that mean??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sounded so weird..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking that maybe he's lying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i asked him again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY.. he admitted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just a small matter.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't he just tell me the truth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i his REAL friend or.. maybe i'm just some RANDOM web friend for him..?? i mean.. not that i wanna bother his love life.. i'm happy that he found his true love.. and i'm so envious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i admit that i was EXTREMELY shocked at that moment.. it wasn't what i expected..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'm just too obsessed to.. HIM?? i don't know.. AND I DON'T WANNA KNOW!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the guys that i've met.. they seems like treating me the same way like i treat those other guys last time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I really don't know what to say anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250226481506369330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyNKwSJPzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fywuw9emWtc/s320/20643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2959909466584498345?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2959909466584498345/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SNyM-r9IqkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/edrOi0ePX6Q/s72-c/a+part+of+us+is+gone+too.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4321207542177243457</id><published>2008-09-17T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:21:02.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE UPON A DREAM..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Once upon a dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was lost in LOVE embrace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There i found a perfect place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Once there was a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Like no other time before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hope was still an open door..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was unafriad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The dream was so exciting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But now i see it fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And i am here alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Once upon a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You were heaven-sent to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But it wasn't meant to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now you're just a dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Could we begin again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It was only &lt;strong&gt;ONCE UPON A DREAM&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4321207542177243457?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4321207542177243457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4321207542177243457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4321207542177243457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4321207542177243457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-upon-dream.html' title='ONCE UPON A DREAM..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1465549576799433954</id><published>2008-09-17T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:17:02.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOOK OF LOVE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you ever seen the look of LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The look of LOVE is in your eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A look of your smile can't disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The look of LOVE is saying so much more than just words could ever say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And what my heart heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, it takes my breath away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You've got the look of LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A look that time can't erase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't ever go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because.. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1465549576799433954?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1465549576799433954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1465549576799433954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1465549576799433954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1465549576799433954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-of-love.html' title='THE LOOK OF LOVE..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8549019563450175360</id><published>2008-09-17T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:09:18.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to Remember..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Try to remember when life was slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And so mellow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Try to remember when I'm young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And a callow fellow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Try to remember and if you remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then follow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Try to remember deep in &lt;em&gt;December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's so nice to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although you know the snow won't follow here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Without hurt, the HEART will hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deep in &lt;em&gt;December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our hearts should remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've look at LOVE both sides now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And still somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's love ILLUSIONS i recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really don't know LOVE at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tears and feras and feeling proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To say "&lt;em&gt;I Love You&lt;/em&gt;" right out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everything that we dream for will not always be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Loneliness will teach us the meaning of &lt;em&gt;independent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tears you shed shows the meaning of love and care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But what will remain forever in our lives is those beautiful MEMORIES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8549019563450175360?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8549019563450175360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8549019563450175360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8549019563450175360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8549019563450175360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/try-to-remember.html' title='Try to Remember..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7578783881870987441</id><published>2008-09-17T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:09:53.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jika ditanya tentang CINTA,&lt;br /&gt;Macam-macamlah jawapannya,&lt;br /&gt;Ada CINTA yang bawa ceria,&lt;br /&gt;Ada CINTA yang sanggup merana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanggup berkorban apa saja,&lt;br /&gt;Hilang kawan hilang keluarga,&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik CINTA pada Yang Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini penuh pancaroba,&lt;br /&gt;Kiri kanan masalah saja,&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah derita kerana CINTA,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana CINTA bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau benar CINTA itu buta,&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah jadi mangsanya?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau CINTA itu CINTA setia,&lt;br /&gt;Nangis ketawa sama Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita boleh beli CINTA,&lt;br /&gt;Berapa pula harganya?&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah indah kita dicinta,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana hidup kita lebih bahagia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7578783881870987441?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7578783881870987441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7578783881870987441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7578783881870987441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7578783881870987441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/cinta.html' title='CINTA'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6987924683177924127</id><published>2008-09-15T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:12:02.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guardian Angel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SM9KBnlMU-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LB4KQc4fhKg/s1600-h/05%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246493482575221730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SM9KBnlMU-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LB4KQc4fhKg/s320/05%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryozo Daigo.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is he..?? He has been existing in my life long time ago.. Always on my mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have not even known each other all that long..&lt;br /&gt;But in the short time that i've known him, he's always the person that i can turn to when i need help..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He showed me that &lt;em&gt;suicide&lt;/em&gt; wasn't the answer after the confiscation of my handphone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never take a step ahead of me or fall behind me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're side-by-side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always go to the ends of the Earth and back for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives me peace of mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes almost everything bad seem so unimportant, like i'm in heaven..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With him in my life.. I'm sure that everything's gonna be alright..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes every day seem worth living..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrote about me in his "personal record" tha i've visited recently..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Ateli3r says, I'm such an evil WHORE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow.. it sounds kinda true!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm shutting myself out from reality..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that i'm gonna meet the teacher for counselling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendship is falling apart at the seams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading back all the messages that he sent to me last time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those &lt;strong&gt;romance&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; had between us before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had all faded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's just a joke.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess i'm naive enough to believe those previous message were true.. And that's the proof..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I closed my eyes tightly in the vain attempt to hold back my tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6987924683177924127?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6987924683177924127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6987924683177924127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6987924683177924127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6987924683177924127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-guardian-angel.html' title='My Guardian Angel..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SM9KBnlMU-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/LB4KQc4fhKg/s72-c/05%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6814304649126552160</id><published>2008-09-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:13:02.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Jack'/><title type='text'>The Story Of Titanic in Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SM9K1DlNMSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lj2mqegDyCY/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246494366264799522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SM9K1DlNMSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lj2mqegDyCY/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The LOVE story of Jack and Rose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack used to like the way Rose laugh..&lt;br /&gt;Jack used to make Rose feel safe and loved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack used to love her voice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack used to LOVE her so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack used to dream of Rose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack used to protect Rose and treat her like a kid..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack used to believe in FAIRY TALES..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it's not a fairy tale between them anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fairy tale doesn't comes true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose used to laugh in every jokes that Jack made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose used to make Jack understand the TRUE meaning of LOVE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose ruined it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose used to make Jack smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to make him feel brand new everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose is not PERFECT as you've imagine, Jack..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is not the BEST for Jack anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose is no longer DEAREST to Jack..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose is not Jack's cup of tea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack doesn't like milo and coffee that Rose made for him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose is not precious to Jack anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose doesn't LOVE herself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder whether Jack still keep the crystal ball Rose bought for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6814304649126552160?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6814304649126552160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6814304649126552160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6814304649126552160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6814304649126552160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-of-titanic-in-reality.html' title='The Story Of Titanic in Reality'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SM9K1DlNMSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lj2mqegDyCY/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3963583838127558265</id><published>2008-09-06T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:09:44.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Phenotype of Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMI6uidBpkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E_A6rTjGqUo/s1600-h/why+can%27t+people+just+understand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMI6uidBpkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E_A6rTjGqUo/s320/why+can%27t+people+just+understand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242817487409620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实很多男孩子都不知道，女孩子在冲他们发火后自己转过身却在不断啜泣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实很多男孩子都不知道，女孩子从来不会真正去生他们的气，因为她是真的喜欢他在乎他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实很多男孩子都不知道，女孩子只会对自己喜欢的男生唠唠叨叨，也只会对自己喜欢的人耍性子。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要知道，假若她不喜欢你，她根本不会来在乎你关心你，怕你做错事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要知道，假若她不喜欢你，她根本不会对你发火不会冲你撒娇让你哄她，在别人面前她都是淑女。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要知道，假若她不喜欢你，你根本就没有本事让她哭泣，让她即使生气也不会超过2天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这一切都只是因为她喜欢你，而这一切都因为你还不够在意她, 不够懂她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，你们时常争吵，你认为她脾气不好，她认为你不够迁就她。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，你们总是冷战，你以为她不喜欢你，她以为你不在乎她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，你们总是莫名其妙的彼此错过，也许擦身而过，本身就是一种悲伤着的无奈与幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要知道，凄美依然是美的一种，并且美的绚丽悲凉而沧桑，那是更加的美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为她喜欢你，所以她偶尔冲你发火，时常对你撒娇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为她喜欢你，所以她才会生你的气；而又因为喜欢你，她才不会去生气很久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道，每个女孩子的心都是水晶做的，晶莹剔透，但是很容易就碰伤摔碎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道，每个女孩子都是不设防的，你那么轻易就闯进她的心，走的时候却只留下伤害。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她从来都不知道，这个世界上根本没有可以让她哭的人，因为真正值得她哭的那个根本舍不得让她哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她会很矜持，她会很骄傲，她会很冷淡，她总是嘴里说着你走开，心里却一直叫你留下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请你张开你的耳朵，也请你打开你的心，去听她心里真正的呼唤，而不是她嘴里的口是心非。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她会看着你转身，然后她跟着你转身，当侧身而过的时候，你看不见她的泪，滂沱在脸上心里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你多陪她...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你多宠她...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你多让她...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你去听听她内心的声音，那是呐喊——请拥抱她。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在爱情里，总是彼此伤害，彷佛这样才能证明自己爱得激烈爱到轰轰烈烈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，爱情里没有孰对孰错...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情里更加没有你比我多我比你少。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱她，她爱你，如此就已经足够。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要试图让彼此的伤害，让彼此更加脆弱悲伤。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们彼此相爱，你们需要的是温暖是幸福是甜蜜是快乐，不是伤害。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要用沉默宣战，不要互不相让，更不要什么话都不讲就冷漠离去。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要知道，你离去的时候，你的眼睛起了雾，她的眼角泛着泪光。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;越是安静战火就越传，这是冷战也是彼此的伤害——无论是怎么的复合，那些伤口曾经存在，抹不去。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请跟她一个拥抱，用你的拥抱去化解她心里的悲伤与眼角的泪水。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她喜欢你，她绝对不会拒绝你的拥抱，她只会害怕你的冷漠转身无声安静。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请记住，相爱的人不要轻易宣战，因为冷战带来的伤害，超出你的预计。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也请记住，只要你喜欢她，没有什么是你接受不了的，只要你喜欢她，就喜欢她的一切一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么她所有的小性子所有的坏脾气所有的臭毛病，在你眼里都是撒娇。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也请记住，她喜欢你，她需要的不是你真的转身，她嘴里说着的也不是她的真心话。 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她只是想你宠她……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3963583838127558265?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3963583838127558265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3963583838127558265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3963583838127558265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3963583838127558265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/natural-phenotype-of-girls.html' title='Natural Phenotype of Girls'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMI6uidBpkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E_A6rTjGqUo/s72-c/why+can%27t+people+just+understand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6822088675240629809</id><published>2008-09-04T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:01:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another JUNK!!</title><content type='html'>FIRST OF ALL!! i gotta remind those who are reading my blog now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;THAT GUY (LEFT) IS WANTED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDVd9OAMjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rGrlSfeHMg8/s1600-h/722412734m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242424676885475890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDVd9OAMjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rGrlSfeHMg8/s320/722412734m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever knows HIM.. just STAY AWAY from him.. Never ever get near him.. Coz he's hunting for his prey... I hope you won't be the UNLUCKY one.. I'm the SECOND victim now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i'm still TRAPPED in this LOVELESS &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDVd-vXKEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wnBTTYOpEzQ/s1600-h/902767476m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242424677293828162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDVd-vXKEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wnBTTYOpEzQ/s320/902767476m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the F***!! is that his ex gf??? BOO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; i'M GONNA THROW 100000000 ROTTEN EGGS RIGHT ON YOUR FACE!! BITCH!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDVd67F53I/AAAAAAAAAEc/uBufo6gyYbI/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242424676269287282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDVd67F53I/AAAAAAAAAEc/uBufo6gyYbI/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're NOT my cup of tea!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6822088675240629809?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6822088675240629809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6822088675240629809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6822088675240629809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6822088675240629809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-junk.html' title='Another JUNK!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDVd9OAMjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rGrlSfeHMg8/s72-c/722412734m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4863095223665473442</id><published>2008-09-04T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:23:39.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t fall for a guy by just looking at their facial appearance. But THAT IS JUST TOO MUCH'/><title type='text'>JUNK !!</title><content type='html'>I would like to introduce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is Guo Xin Wei, 18. Frm Banting.. At first when i saw his picture, i THOUGHT he is HANDSOME, man! I like that shirt on him. hehe! But..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDNkH3GX6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bI1gSW2Z6Ac/s1600-h/thumbnail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242415986728394658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDNkH3GX6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bI1gSW2Z6Ac/s320/thumbnail2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUTTT!!! When he sent more and more of his pictures.. &lt;em&gt;(look at the two pictures below)&lt;/em&gt; I'm getting.. getting annoyed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't try to act CUTE!! oh PLEASE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242416769145374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDORql2CNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hMcl67JJKjk/s320/DSC02831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOD!! i'm gonna VOMIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242416764286627490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDORYfbbqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XYjgXKEq3l8/s320/DSC02833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. honestly, i HATE mickey mouse!! i HATE those in Disney Land!! My parents are planning to go for a vacation to Hong Kong. And they told me that we are going to Disney Land     D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT?!!! No Way!!! I just wanna go SHOPPING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;obj=new Object;obj.clockfile="8007-red.swf";obj.TimeZone="PST";obj.width=150;obj.height=150;obj.wmode="transparent";showClock(obj);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4863095223665473442?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4863095223665473442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4863095223665473442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4863095223665473442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4863095223665473442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/junk.html' title='JUNK !!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SMDNkH3GX6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bI1gSW2Z6Ac/s72-c/thumbnail2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8491326362435448037</id><published>2008-09-02T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:33:45.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need suggestions'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna name myself..</title><content type='html'>I'm in LOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with AVRIL LAVIGNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna name myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVORINE!!!!! &lt;em&gt;(isn't it sounds like avril lavigne??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ok.. i know it's... LAME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;But i'm serious here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what do you think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have a &lt;strong&gt;unique&lt;/strong&gt; name for myself.. &lt;em&gt;(even though i know it's NOT unique..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, my mum! she named herself JENSO. Hey.. NICE!!! That's why she's so popular among her colleague..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8491326362435448037?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8491326362435448037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8491326362435448037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8491326362435448037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8491326362435448037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-gonna-name-myself.html' title='I&apos;m gonna name myself..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6621110935933808521</id><published>2008-08-29T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:08:14.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;I do not believe in FOREVER&quot;'/><title type='text'>What's the definition of FOREVER..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLe65EXacXI/AAAAAAAAADU/4Eh1ttHR8eM/s1600-h/13%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239862181056115058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLe65EXacXI/AAAAAAAAADU/4Eh1ttHR8eM/s320/13%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in FOREVER??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Will you love me forever?" i asked Jacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Yes!" said Jacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"How sure are you?" i questioned him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"90%...." said Jacky, in order to give me assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My request was granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not simply make a commitment to your loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is not for you to hurt.. She's for you to LOVE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in need of LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239862186920062018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLe65aNfLEI/AAAAAAAAADk/pSDAlZIxInI/s320/emo+angle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Title：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?class=1&amp;amp;query=Innocence"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innocence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singer ：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?class=1&amp;amp;query=Avril+Lavigne"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now it's so great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowing down I look around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I am so amazed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about the little things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that make life great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This innocence is brilliant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that it will stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This moment is perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll hold on to it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't you let it pass you by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found a place so safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a single tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now it's so clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel calm I belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so happy here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now I let myself be sincere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the state of bliss you think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the happiness inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you're feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239862187564523042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLe65cnI3iI/AAAAAAAAADc/xDXr46IofbU/s320/014%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6621110935933808521?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6621110935933808521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6621110935933808521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6621110935933808521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6621110935933808521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-definition-of-forever.html' title='What&apos;s the definition of FOREVER..?'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLe65EXacXI/AAAAAAAAADU/4Eh1ttHR8eM/s72-c/13%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6087971348842038426</id><published>2008-08-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:01:55.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can anyone just ask me out for a DATE? i&apos;m DESPERATE'/><title type='text'>DATING.. NOT MATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLesCqQcyuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rlnfkG_l82g/s1600-h/Heart-to-Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239845853171862242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLesCqQcyuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rlnfkG_l82g/s320/Heart-to-Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 August 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday.. Next week is going to be the SPM trial examination..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still don't feel the tension YET!! Don't know what's wrong with me lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's raining heavily since recently.. The weather is kinda windy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the last lesson - EST (English in Science and Technology).. We were talking bout REPRODUCTION!! haha!! I like this topic.. But it's bout COWS and CATTLE.. Don't know why.. our teacher ~ Puan Dewi just talked bout couples..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She actually understands what teenagers do and think.. She said it's normal to like a person at this age.. But if you are SEXUALLY attracted to that particular person, then it's WRONG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agreed with her.. And i knew i was WRONG!! When a pair of couple starts to touch each other, sooner or later, it will develop into SEX!!! And if we have experienced "it", we can't pull yourselves out anymore!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said normally couples will start touching each other at the early stage.. YES, IT'S VERY VERY TRUE!! For me, i want to hug my bf FIRST before we hold hands.. I don't know why.. i just LOVE to hug people.. It makes me feel warm and secure.. It seems like a "PHYSICAL" PROTECTION for me in order to feel safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;pet my hair gently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;pull out the chair for me and let me sit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;open the door for me and let me in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;carry the unbrella for me when it is raining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;putting hands on my shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO ONE HAS DONE ALL THESE FOR ME!!!! WHY......???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;National day is approaching.. A total of 3 guys are asking Nanalicious out for counting down event.. but ME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just a MOULDERING human being that had fallen from grace..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239846529502697378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLesqBySV6I/AAAAAAAAADE/IjF1c0QeXfU/s320/This+is+wat+m3+%26+my+bf+did+almost+every+month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6087971348842038426?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6087971348842038426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6087971348842038426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6087971348842038426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6087971348842038426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/dating-not-mating.html' title='DATING.. NOT MATING'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLesCqQcyuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rlnfkG_l82g/s72-c/Heart-to-Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-209258387026678408</id><published>2008-08-29T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:15:50.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE THAN WORDS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLehhY4nRuI/AAAAAAAAACk/5pJcyIXNxQ0/s1600-h/be+happy+okay,+i+killed+it+for+u..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239834286456522466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLehhY4nRuI/AAAAAAAAACk/5pJcyIXNxQ0/s320/be+happy+okay,+i+killed+it+for+u..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F***.....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard "double UU" is going to sing Frankie J's song!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh GOD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE dont make me melt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If and only if he is Howe2.. I do wish it is HIM..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Title：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mr" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?class=1&amp;amp;query=More+Than+Words"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Than Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singer ：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mr" href="http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?class=1&amp;amp;query=Frankie+J"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankie J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is not the words I want to hear from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not that i want you not to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you only knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How easy it would be to show me how you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is all you have to do to make it real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I already know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do (what would you do)If my heart was torn in two?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i took those words away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just by saying I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(just saying I love you, saying I love you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(just saying I love you, saying I love you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I've tried to (now that I've tried to)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk to you and make you understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you have to do is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes and just reach out your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And touch me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me close don't ever let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is all i ever needed you to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you love me, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i already know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(just saying I love you, saying I love you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239834284204439266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLehhQfrNuI/AAAAAAAAACs/rnsYjH8LAUY/s320/bleeding+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-209258387026678408?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/209258387026678408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=209258387026678408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/209258387026678408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/209258387026678408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-than-words.html' title='MORE THAN WORDS!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLehhY4nRuI/AAAAAAAAACk/5pJcyIXNxQ0/s72-c/be+happy+okay,+i+killed+it+for+u..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4023217751225617842</id><published>2008-08-28T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:02:03.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now let me hear you say &quot;HEY HEY HEY&quot;'/><title type='text'>AVRIL LAVIGNE'S CONCERT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLeenugYgjI/AAAAAAAAACU/VfGvk4hbIqw/s1600-h/I+will+dye+my+hair+red+in+colour+when+i+grown+up!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239831096804803122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLeenugYgjI/AAAAAAAAACU/VfGvk4hbIqw/s320/I+will+dye+my+hair+red+in+colour+when+i+grown+up!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh..!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go!! I wanna go!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is the concert!! Last night, i was listening the radio.. i forgot which station.. it was either Hitz fm or Fly fm.. Nanalicious told me that if i buy Avril Lavigne's caller ringtone from Hotlink.. I might get the chance to win a free ticket for Avril Lavigne's concert!!! It's just RM3.00.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I GOT NO CREDIT!!! F***!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like Avril's dressing style.. She's not a PUNK! i don't understand why they want to ban her concert in Malaysia.. It's just so UNFAIR!! They should have ban Pussycat Dolls's concert instead!!! As Ateli3r said, that NICOLE is really like a porn star.. And she reminds me of the song called "SCREAM" feat TIMBALAND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got one of her previous album - UNDER MY SKIN!! her songs are gorgeous!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am EXTREMELY eager to go to her concert!! She's like a PRINCESS to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder when will be her next album release.. Haiz T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda and i were planning to enter the singing competition in school.. We were actually going to sing Nobody's Home from Avril Lavigne.. But i can't SING!!!! And the worst thing is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE MY VOICE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is anyone here likes Avril too??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239831095446063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLeenpcbx_I/AAAAAAAAACc/rqKaq6wFuso/s320/Coool...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4023217751225617842?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4023217751225617842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4023217751225617842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4023217751225617842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4023217751225617842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/avril-lavignes-concert.html' title='AVRIL LAVIGNE&apos;S CONCERT!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLeenugYgjI/AAAAAAAAACU/VfGvk4hbIqw/s72-c/I+will+dye+my+hair+red+in+colour+when+i+grown+up!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4683061519591139625</id><published>2008-08-21T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:03:30.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLetSY73DaI/AAAAAAAAADM/-VVYQiAddrg/s1600-h/I%27m+the+Prettienst+Girl+Today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239847222911634850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLetSY73DaI/AAAAAAAAADM/-VVYQiAddrg/s320/I%27m+the+Prettienst+Girl+Today.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Astro Beauty Competiton 2008 is approaching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to share my view on this topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only a word to describe the competition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEGRADING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically.. competition is based on one's ability and his/her skills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance.. Formula One. The outcome of the race is CLEAR and EXACT. No one can deny or object the end result. FAIR, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the case of beauty competition.. it's different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN BEAUTY BE COMPETED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ANYONE WHO SAY "YES" FOR THE ABOVE QUESTION, PLZ LEAVE A COMMENT TOGETHER WITH YOUR REASON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is only skin deep. Beauty is the quality of a person being pleasing to the senses or to the mind.. Neither me nor you has the rights to RATE or MEASURE one's beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty comes from the HEART.. not their physical appearance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me.. i never consider myself as a BEAUTY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is purely subjective! A guy may like woman with spectacles.. Another guy may like a plump young lady.. Some may like short girls.. Others may like tall and skinny girls.. YOU WON'T KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty contests are ridiculous!! How can a group of pompous judges watch the parade of HALF- NAKED ladies and pronounce one to be the most beautiful??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these young ladies just have to flaunt their bodies in public!! And the audience of lusty in front of TV!! The worst thing is.. it's LIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they have to do is just strike a SEXY pose standing with their high heels. And twist their hips HERE and THERE!! With their perpetual smiles pouting their lips and wiggling their bottoms in order to gain MARKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY FUNNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner (the so-called BEAUTY QUEEN!!) gets to wear the giant CROWN on their head.. She's just an exploited SEX-OBJECT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't beauty an ENDURING thing for a woman?? But why do they have to exhibit it in front of DIRTY old men pretending to be appreciative??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just need to be ourselves!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4683061519591139625?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4683061519591139625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4683061519591139625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4683061519591139625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4683061519591139625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty.html' title='BEAUTY!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SLetSY73DaI/AAAAAAAAADM/-VVYQiAddrg/s72-c/I%27m+the+Prettienst+Girl+Today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4521927315829253730</id><published>2008-08-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:41:19.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JCKY!!! you're such a JERK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKp5FqgYLrI/AAAAAAAAACM/HuAqDhXtE7Y/s1600-h/Circus+Punks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236130654988021426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKp5FqgYLrI/AAAAAAAAACM/HuAqDhXtE7Y/s320/Circus+Punks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're such a LIAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i HATE your ex-GIRLFRIEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me CRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending my time with you if you would just treat me good enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you were to RUIN my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will NEVER let you broke my HEART!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can flirt with other girls through the NET..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much you really LOVE me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about your past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i DON'T care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but YOU still BELONG to ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4521927315829253730?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4521927315829253730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4521927315829253730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4521927315829253730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4521927315829253730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/jcky-youre-such-jerk.html' title='JCKY!!! you&apos;re such a JERK!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKp5FqgYLrI/AAAAAAAAACM/HuAqDhXtE7Y/s72-c/Circus+Punks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8851999367616714226</id><published>2008-08-18T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:43:15.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REMO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKpfYbuJz8I/AAAAAAAAACE/Dc1g_yBl6B4/s1600-h/11leavemealone%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236102390134460354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKpfYbuJz8I/AAAAAAAAACE/Dc1g_yBl6B4/s320/11leavemealone%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F! F! F! F! F! F! F! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone tell me what is the meaning of "REMO" !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had ENOUGH already!!!! ENOUGH!!! THAT'S IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" promised me that you will NEVER EVER bother me in my life!!! but NOW??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" embarrassed me in front of my friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" made other people laughed at me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" gave me stuffs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" gave me key chain!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" reload for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" gave me bookmark!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" bought me a new wallet when i lost it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND "You" even gave me LOVE LETTERS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT is that all i NEED??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the beginning.. You told me that those Indian guys in your class were spreading rumors about me as a prostitute!! So, indirectly you made me gave my hp number to you.. ok! FINE!! maybe i am FOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you start sms me. I THOUGHT you as my friend.. i THOUGHT you were trying to help me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!! i NEVER thought all the things that you've done to me is for another REASON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REPLIED your letter.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i TOLD you that i need to concentrate on my SPM examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i TOLD you that i can NEVER ever accept you as my bf!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i TOLD you that it would be better if we REMAIN our friendship!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND SIMPLE ENGLISH??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" told everyone that i'm your gf!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" called me SWEETHEART in every single letter that you sent to me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bla.. Bla.. Bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" could EVEN blackmail other people just to be in my group for the trip!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" can sell your watch just to buy something for ME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You" can write my name all over the places to tell everyone that you LIKE me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT you just can't win my HERAT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'll fall for a Indian guy one day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT one thing for SURE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT YOU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8851999367616714226?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8851999367616714226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8851999367616714226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8851999367616714226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8851999367616714226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/remo.html' title='REMO!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKpfYbuJz8I/AAAAAAAAACE/Dc1g_yBl6B4/s72-c/11leavemealone%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3115101946454452594</id><published>2008-08-18T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:44:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkv29u17SI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wzh8ccrZXSM/s1600-h/Anger.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235768663125388578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkv29u17SI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wzh8ccrZXSM/s320/Anger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want shopping!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna buy clothes!! The SEXiest one!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna buy earrings!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna buy skirts!!! MINI skirts!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna buy accesories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. but nowadays.. our living costs are increasing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna buy nail colours.. Now i have the blue one.. yellow one.. green one.. black one.. and.. NO MORE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want the WHITE one and the PURPLE one!! i HATE the pink one!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want DYE my hair VIOLET!!! Can't wait to see my new image..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember.. my mum threw away all my skirts and all my bare-back shirts!!! NO!!!! i miss them all.. hw dare she do that to me??!! it's all my PROPERTY!!!! all MINE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now.. it's all GONE!!! ALL gone!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's TRUE that i really love to wear those revealling clothes.. so what?!! thatz my dressing STYLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if she read my diary.. then i'm still able to can forgive her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can't stand if people start RANSACKING my stuffs in my ROOM!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!! I BET THOSE PEOPLE DON'T WANNA TASTE MY KNUCKLE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3115101946454452594?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3115101946454452594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3115101946454452594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3115101946454452594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3115101946454452594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping.html' title='SHOPPING!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkv29u17SI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wzh8ccrZXSM/s72-c/Anger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-2199670788540067637</id><published>2008-08-18T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:45:28.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY SUCKS!!!! though it's just the beginning of it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKksjYVTt3I/AAAAAAAAABE/oX34AhrqH6g/s1600-h/Fullmoon+Darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235765028133779314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKksjYVTt3I/AAAAAAAAABE/oX34AhrqH6g/s320/Fullmoon+Darkness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't knw why.. today i jz have the inspiration to write something in my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read Mr. Anderson's comment in my friendster.. I knw he was right.. and he is always RIGHT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing day by day.. Not to the good side.. But the BAD side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our school holiday started already.. i'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES.. THE HARDEST THING TO DO IS "NOTHING"....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't mind taking craps over here.. but i just can't stop typing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End ShoutMix --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2199670788540067637?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2199670788540067637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=2199670788540067637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2199670788540067637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2199670788540067637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/holiday-sucks-though-its-just-beginning.html' title='HOLIDAY SUCKS!!!! though it&apos;s just the beginning of it..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKksjYVTt3I/AAAAAAAAABE/oX34AhrqH6g/s72-c/Fullmoon+Darkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-5562869176920199546</id><published>2008-08-17T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:44:55.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Enba.. you didn&apos;t comb your hair properly.. HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>THE NEW TUTION IN ERA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKgZD9OVnlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r8ouZShkD_8/s1600-h/thumbnailCAMEFYKJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235462122583203410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKgZD9OVnlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r8ouZShkD_8/s320/thumbnailCAMEFYKJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly.. it was really a massive DISASTER!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought i was late to tuition.. but i didn't know that there was people who was later than me.. INCLUDING the teacher!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rushed back home frm Kajang jz to bring my bag and pencil case. The moment when i reached the tuition centre.. i went to registered myself at the counter. I filled in my name and all those information on the registeration form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the shocking scene i've ever seen in a tuition centre!!! i stepped into the class.. it was damn NOISY!!! that was the first difference that i found as compared to SUCCESS tuition centre! and it was the MAJOR difference!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind.. it's kinda normal to me. It's just the same thing usually happened in school.. so i wasn't really CARE.. Ateli3r was not there yet. She sent me a msg but my hp wasn't with me that time.. it was at home. WH lend me his seat and he went out to take another chair for himself. And that Bryan teased me, he told me that i grew taller already!! F***!!!! of course la!! i was wearing a pair of high heel shoes!!! Yeah.. very FUNNY -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chat with Anandh and YF. I didn't know that i could reallt talk to YF like a friend.. i don't talk to him in school. We were like strangers.. Nicole was late.. T_T i really thought that i could sit with her.. but there was a guy at my left hand side.. i was kinda stucked at the middle.. and i didn't wanna move around so i terpaksa have to.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY.. ATELI3R..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the teacher came in.. he didn't noticed that ther's a new student.. ok FINE.. but i NOTICED another thing.. thse guys at the back had NEVER stop TALKING even the teacher was there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was kinda.. kinda.. (don't know hw to expree my feelings bout it!!!).. they disrespect the teacher.. they ALWAYS tends to interrupt the teacher during the lesson!! and i HATE it so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am i goin to concentrate when there is noise EVERYWHERE!!! YF and Bryan were also not focussing during the lesson.. they bully Danny by taking his shoe off and hide it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the teacher's voice was freaking LOUD!!!! but it's alright for me.. the louder he speaks, the more i could pay attention!! Coz those BASTARD at the back were really FREAKING ME OUT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-5562869176920199546?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/5562869176920199546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=5562869176920199546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5562869176920199546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/5562869176920199546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-tution-in-era.html' title='THE NEW TUTION IN ERA..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKgZD9OVnlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r8ouZShkD_8/s72-c/thumbnailCAMEFYKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-2497173282141387991</id><published>2008-08-17T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:24:07.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WENT OUT OF TOPIC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkxngSpxNI/AAAAAAAAABU/fm_ITnW_-U0/s1600-h/fatherbday05+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235770596547740882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkxngSpxNI/AAAAAAAAABU/fm_ITnW_-U0/s320/fatherbday05+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 August 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Damansara Utama Methodist Centre (DUMC) tuition had cancelled! That morning, i gave a phone call to Mr. Peter. Oh GOD!!! his voice sounds manly!! i LIKE it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I THINKING?!! HE'S MY TEACHER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. jz forget bout it!! ENOUGH means ENOUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on.. my family and i went to Kajang for prayers. It's the 1st year anniversary of my grandfather's death.. He passed away peacefully.. He sat on the floor, he leaned on the wall behind his back.. My grandfather had diabetes since he was early 30 year old.. He had went through all these misfortune and sufferings for the rest of his life.. i've see him injecting himself with some kind of whitish concentrated liqiud on his thigh.. i didn't dare to ask him what was it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he drink tea or coffee.. he added a few artificial sugar into it.. i still remember the brand of the artificial sugar.. it's EQUAL.. Yeah!! i've learned this product in Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until now.. i still feel the guiltiness deep inside my heart.. i couldn't forgive myself.. For chinese lunar calendar, my grandfather died on 16 July 2007. It was during the hungry ghost festival. I MISS HIM SO SO SO MUCH!! i could even cry when i start talk bout my grandfather!! however.. it seems like he just passed away not long ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day when my grandfather died, i was on the phone call with Howe2!! we talked quite long actually.. that was the time my mum called me to inform me bout my grandfather's death!!! but she didn't get to reach me as the phone was engaging!!! How STUBBORN i am to have miss my mum's phone call?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mum got frustrated, so she and my dad rushed back home to tell me the news.. The moment i saw they opened the auto-gate outside.. i quickly hang up the phone call with Howe2!!! i went to open the door. i saw my mum was crying.. and my dad had a very numb look on his face..i can sense that there's is something wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that my father tell me is.. "Grandfather has died.." and my mum was so angry and questioned me bout why i didn't pick up the phone!!! I lied to her that i was having a phone call with my friend.. The moment when my father told me bout the news.. i was SPEECHLESS!! my brain was totally blank!! i didn't know what response to give them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into the car.. all of us was so quiet.. it took us bout 30 minutes to reach my grandfather's house.. and when i reached there.. i saw my aunties.. my uncles.. everyone was crying.. the atmosphere there was really lifeless.. i walked upstairs.. i reached the door of my grandfather's room.. he was there.. with no expression on his face anymore.. his body turned white.. my grandmothers' eyes were red and swollen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried soundlessly.. i couldn't stop my tears from falling.. i couldn't stop starring at my grandfather.. i couldn't take it!! i couldn't accept the fact of his death!! as i was pondering why the incident happened so sudden, my father came near me and tried to ease me.. he told me to calm down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same night.. i couldn't sleep AT ALL!! i lied down on my bed.. all the memories of my grandfather kept passing through my mind.. i played the song &lt;my&gt;from Celine Dion. And i cried for the whole night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the funeral ceremony.. we walked along the road with our bare legs.. it was a tradition. Not that we are superstitious.. but we BELIEVE.. we ALL believe!! and i accidentlly stepped on a burning cigarette on the ground!! SHIT!!! don't know which bastard go and throw it on the floor!!! And things went successfully.. we thanked that it wasn't rain that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, GRANDPA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2497173282141387991?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2497173282141387991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=2497173282141387991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2497173282141387991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2497173282141387991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-out-of-topic.html' title='WENT OUT OF TOPIC!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkxngSpxNI/AAAAAAAAABU/fm_ITnW_-U0/s72-c/fatherbday05+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1672429094423056771</id><published>2008-08-13T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:27:12.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fight with a teacher..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkyU5-9gYI/AAAAAAAAABc/u882CjZuCoM/s1600-h/10fuckyou%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235771376538583426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkyU5-9gYI/AAAAAAAAABc/u882CjZuCoM/s320/10fuckyou%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;usually in school.. ppl can hardly see me fighting with the teachers.. and i seldom do that too! Frankly, i'm afraid of teachers sometimes.. but certain teachers really make me wanna bit them up nicely!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was jz Monday, 11 August 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was the last lesson for the day, English. I don't mind telling her name.. jz wanna let the whole world knw that she's such a"F" BITCH!! I don't knw hw she got a bf.. but Thank God, she's not married YET!!! then i can make ppl jeer at her!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CIK SUJATHA!! YOU'RE A BLOODY BIG "S" WOMAN IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;She can shout at us in front of all the teachers in the stuff room.. she can scream at us like a mad fool!! she can do whatever she like!! BUT SHE CAN'T CONTROL US!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was jz a small matter and she made it as if we were breaking the school rules!! MOTHER FISH!! Two of my friends (jz to accompany me) and me went to hand in my club's file to the teacher in-charged. It's URGENT! since Cik Sujatha was still in the stuff room.. so we tried to make things fast. We were actually wanted to put the files on top of the teacher's table.. and she shouted at us!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"WHY ARE THREE OF YOU OVER HERE?! I THOUGHT WE ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE ENGLISH CLASS AFTERWARD.. GO BACK TO THE CLASS NOW!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i explained to her politely that i just wanna leave the files on top of the teacher's table, then we will go back to our class. but she didn't wanna listem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I DON'T CARE!! I SAID GO BACK TO THE CLASS NOW!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So three of us went back to the class and sat down. we were REALLY pissed off at that moment!! it wasn't our fault!! and the FIRE started burning on our head.. we decided to enter the stuff room AGAIN, and this time we won't care what she said, we'll just do whatever we wanna do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Once again.. she saw us. She was kinda angry already. Coz she gave us warning to stay in the class and wait for her to enter the class. But we ignored her. We didn't bothered what she said!! And she started to shout at us again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I SAID GO BACK TO THE CLASS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and she wanted to slap Ateli3r!! God!! we went back into the class, and i got pissed off too!! hw dare she talked to us like that!! Since she didn't even respect her students, so why do we have to respect her?!! she humiliated us in front of all the teachers in the stuff room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT SHE HUMILIATED HERSELF TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it shows that she's not POWERFUL enough to control her students!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHE'S POWERLESS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;She made the students hate her.. all of us is going to take revenge!! YES I WILL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;remembered she said my literature exercise book was RUBBISH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm gonna splash the red NIPPON paint all over her house!! i'm gonna screw up her wedding dress (if i could)!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm gonna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cut off her long hair!! DESTROY her car!! pour sodium hydroxide, NaOH all over her face (is it corrosive enough??) !!! or maybe i should use hydrochloric acid, HCL solution?? O_o WHATEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am HUNTING for you, Cik Sujatha.. where r u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*i knw this is a bit evil.. but.. i dunno.. jz to release my anger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1672429094423056771?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1672429094423056771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1672429094423056771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1672429094423056771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1672429094423056771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/fight-with-teacher.html' title='A fight with a teacher..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkyU5-9gYI/AAAAAAAAABc/u882CjZuCoM/s72-c/10fuckyou%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6472599170532163313</id><published>2008-08-13T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:34:19.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what the "f"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y am i so unlucky nowadays?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got picked for the National Service!! i've never thought of it before until i received that "f" msg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLKN&lt;space&gt;SEMAK&lt;space&gt;IC NUMBER SEND TO 15888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"double UU" asked me whether i want him to check for me.. but i refused. Hey! i was really concentrating in the class.. what if i got picked?? my mood will really really change immediately!! No one was paying attention during the lesson.. they were really focusing on their cell phone and eagerly waiting for the arrival of the msg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tahniah! anda telah dipilih... Programme Latihan Khidmat Negara.. 6/2009.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm being such a coward.. i'm jz anxious.. one of the advantages is that i'm able to gain more experience through the programme.. i can make more friends there.. but i won't forget my frenz in school no matter how!!! I'm able to get out of my house and search for my FREEDOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. it's about the hygiene there!! and the food they provided!! i'm really afraid of it.. i didn't wanna eat those dirty food there!! i want CLEAN and FRESH food!!! i really don't wanna stay in the hospital during the programme!! i REALLY don't want!! i SWEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y pick ME?!! y not the others?!! it's so UNFAIR!! My friends said that i'm like "WATER".. what does it mean actually?? my guts are telling that i've being too SOFT.. AM I?? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't stand this anymore.. i couldn't sleep last night.. i kept thinking about the programme.. WHERE WILL THEY SEND ME TO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABAH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAWAK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard Danisa said most of the Selangor citizen will be send to Kelantan!!! NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like a GOOD news for the guys.. yeah!! they get to hold a gun.. what so interesting?? Even i hold a GUN before!! i mean.. the FAKE one.. the gun TOY.. hehe! so lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i heard there's a lot of gangster inside.. but i'm not really scared of these ppl.. if they wanna fight, FIGHT la!!!! i bet i'm gonna win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*this topic is a lil bit sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;obj=new Object;obj.clockfile="8007-red.swf";obj.TimeZone="PST";obj.width=150;obj.height=150;obj.wmode="transparent";showClock(obj);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6472599170532163313?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6472599170532163313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6472599170532163313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6472599170532163313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6472599170532163313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/plkn.html' title='PLKN !!!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-2757993561951281083</id><published>2008-08-06T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:54:18.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know why God created gap between fingers??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So that at someday, sometime, somehow, the ONE who is made foryou, finally will come and fill all the gaps by holding your hands FOREVER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-2757993561951281083?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/2757993561951281083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=2757993561951281083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2757993561951281083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/2757993561951281083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-why-god-created-gap-between.html' title='You know why God created gap between fingers??'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8794798448818912512</id><published>2008-08-06T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:29:52.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IOI Mall is boring'/><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet Memories between ME &amp; HIM..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKky91V_fhI/AAAAAAAAABk/asquzWaawR8/s1600-h/Me+%26+Him.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772079667641874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKky91V_fhI/AAAAAAAAABk/asquzWaawR8/s320/Me+%26+Him.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mon, 4 August 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night.. i took out my calendars in the year 2007 &amp;amp; 2008.. Not to check the date.. but to recount back all the events happened throughtout these years.. My calendar is half of my diary.. Last time, i did write my own diary in a note book. But my mum eventually read the contents WITHOUT my permission! It was very RUDE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE it when people touch my stuffs in my room!! USELESS PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. i found out that my bf (HH) had been to my hs for 9 times!! WTF!! I didn't knw it was that much!! Plus the another two times that i ponteng school, TOTAL is 11 times!! WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we met was in IOI Mall. I played truant jz to date with him.. I gave him a kiss on the cheek when we reached the car park.. We went inside but both of us didn't knw where to go.. so we jz walked around.. here and there.. i remembered he knocked my head when i did something stupid!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on a bench.. i leaned on his shoulder.. it was the first time i hold a guy's hand.. he hugged me tightly.. all the people passed by looked at us in a different angle.. WHO CARES!! we were in LOVE at that moment!! Then, we head on to the POPULAR book shop.. Suddenly, he brought me to the staircase beside the book shop!! i was really PANIC!! i had no idea what is he going to do!! SHIT!!! but i knw something wasn't right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me downstairs.. the place what so quiet.. no one was there.. my heartbeat was damn FAST!! In no time, he pushed me towards the wall.. He stared me with an EVIL kind of look!! I knw he's gonna do something to me!! YES!! he kissed me.. my lips.. our body was so close.. i've never had that kind of body contact with a guy!! we were so intimate.. we were drowning in the mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i didn't really like it! i expected my first kiss to be in a very slow, long and a deep kiss. But end up we kissed in a very wild way!! at first, i didn't knw hw to kiss, so i was so kayu at times.. but Thank God i got used to it.. I didn't wanna spoil the atmosphere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, i think he got HIGH!! SHIT!! he brought me to somewhere else.. GUESS WHERE!! in the BOMBA ROOM!!! it was only a little space in the room.. so we gotta squeeze inside.. he was such a NAUGHTY boy!! And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8794798448818912512?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8794798448818912512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8794798448818912512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8794798448818912512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8794798448818912512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-sweet-memories-between-me-him.html' title='Sweet Sweet Memories between ME &amp; HIM..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKky91V_fhI/AAAAAAAAABk/asquzWaawR8/s72-c/Me+%26+Him.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-899535324399867104</id><published>2008-08-05T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:40:30.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!! he TOUCHED my hand!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMG!! i can't believe what happened 2day!! he was the first person that i admired in this school since i entered secondary school. he is the most handsome guy in the school! i didn't wanna reveal the identity coz he might have a blog too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jz because we are in Form 5 nw, so all the prefects had to step down and retire.. hehe! During Chemistry lesson, we had to do an experiment on Chapter 5 &lt;chemicals&gt;, which is about the making of soap. I've jz learned this topic yesterday during tuition. Not a DIFFICULT topic, but it's not EASY too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we measured the amount of NaOH needed by using the measuring cylinder. Next, we put a lil bit palm oil into the beaker. Mixed both the material by pouring the NaOH into the beaker. The smell of the palm oil was really SUCKS!! And then, we boiled it for 10 minutes. After that, we added in 3 spatulas of sodium chloride, NaCl, which is the common salt and also some distilled water. Let them boil for another 5 minutes. Keep stirring the mixture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we filtered the boiled solution by using a filter paper. The product that formed on the filter paper is the SOAP. However, when i feel it with my fingers, i didn't feel slippery at all!! I felt OILY! Eeeee.. DISGUSTING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the experiment, i used the basin that is located at "his" table. I washed the apparatus and cleaned them. Suddenly he came and wash his hands.. You knw what he did next?? Oh GOD!! he jz grabbed my hand! I was frightened so i took my hand away, unfortunately, i split the wayers on hand to SMing's book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?! her reaction was too big!! What a BITCH!! It was jz a petty2 things that she made it as i destroyed her book!! I didn't apologise to her coz it's not my property!! i could have scratch all over her book and tear them into pieces!! SO WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.. hehe! yeah.. i was a lil bit overwhelmed!! I shouldn'e have take away my hand and see what he'll do to my hand.. Hold it?? OH NO!! what am i thinking?!! STOP IT!! But it feels kinda good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i have a time machine and reverse the time when he touches my hand.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-899535324399867104?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/899535324399867104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=899535324399867104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/899535324399867104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/899535324399867104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh-he-touched-my-hand.html' title='Argh!! he TOUCHED my hand!!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-9073815379509126044</id><published>2008-08-03T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:32:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFFAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkzmzCM-9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WkNBuGcjMuk/s1600-h/2885%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772783422405586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkzmzCM-9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WkNBuGcjMuk/s320/2885%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKgZxY-RscI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Ub24u3AQ7c/s1600-h/Me+%26+Him.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;oh shit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i coupled with the same guy again!! Let's jz name him as J. Goodness!! it doesn't feels so good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it was jz last night.. i cried for him when i asked him bout his ex gf.. i'm such an idiot!! This is reli a LOVE TRIANGLE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Howe Howe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"DOUBLE UU" ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Between 3 of them above.. Howe Howe is the most loyal guy i've ever met. But hw sure am i?? maybe one day he MIGHT betray me.. i don't know.. it's all in God'd hand. But nothing is impossible, right?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Now what?? Haiz.. i'm so not STABLE enough when it comes to relationship!! i mean RELATIONSHIPS!! he tried so hard to get me back.. but i'm TOO soft-hearted (my major weakness!).. i accepted him eventually.. i jz met him twice.. we kissed and we almost did something that we shouldn't do!! well, i'm good in controlling my desire!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And he looks so mature, bt his actual age is jz 23!! i got cheated by his real age.. he lied to me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i couldn't help myself.. his ex gf is same age as mine!! F***!!! which means.. he coupled with that girl when she was jz 13!! oh DAMN!! i'm the SECOND!! Argh!! i would rather kill myself!! i can't believe that's the fact!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i wanna be his FIRST!!! i'm so obsessed to HIM!! however, he doesn't deserve my tears!! NOT AT ALL!! NEVER!! not even a single drop of it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hw can he treat me like this?? the radio was playing James Blunt &lt;goodbye&gt;and it makes me feel so down.. a lot of my frenz are telling me to dump him but.. am i able to d it?? that's another question!! i'm not sure bout my feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;he made me suffered.. he's mentally torturing me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;J flirts with lots of girls.. after our first broke-up, he added lots of girl in friendster.. i don't knw what's wrong with him, but it's difficult to guess what's on his mind.. his attitude seems like the climate.. sometimes HOT ; sometimes COOL ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I still remembered the first time we met.. i smoked!! i took one of his cigarette and tried to suck a lil bit.. WOW!! i chocked!! i hated the smell of it.. but i was nearly addicted to it.. maybe coz of the nicotine -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i LOVE his kisses!! i love it MORE than Howe Howe's kiss!! Howe Howe's kiss is erotic and wild (HOT!!!) ; but J's kiss is soft and slow.. MAKES ME HIGH!!! "High" in the sense of... sense of... hmm... SECRET!!! haha! can't tell.. PRIVATE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;He wanted to take my nude picture (isolated part - vulva) !! but i refused!! NO!! he's such a pervert!! i'm afraid that my face might turn up in YouTube.. Goss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Though it HURTS!! he's not HUMOUR at all.. NO jokes.. being with him is not romantic at all.. i celebrated his birthday this year.. i didn't get to buy him a present.. he wanted to bring me to a HOTEL!! but.. i'm not sure whether he is able to celebrate my birthday with me this year.. we' see hw far we can go.. if our relationship last, then it's a good thing.. but if can't, then i'm speechless (NO COMMENT..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i wonder how the ending will be.. will we be enemies?? no matter how.. i don't really care bout the ending, i only care bout the process.. i don't mind if i give my virginity to him, honetly.. the problem is, AM I STILL A VIRGIN???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;in school, there's lots of rumors bout me behave in front of the guys.. some said i'm a prostitute!! some siad i always fool around with the guys!! i don't care hw ppl look at me.. you CAN humiliate me! you CAN embarrass me!! you CAN do whatever thing that you like to do!! it's NONE of my business!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;J.. the game is NOT over yet.. if you wanna play a fool in my feelings.. jz GO AHEAD!! this is where the game begins.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'LL BE YOUR BEST PLAYER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-9073815379509126044?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/9073815379509126044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=9073815379509126044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/9073815379509126044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/9073815379509126044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/affair.html' title='AFFAIR'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkzmzCM-9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WkNBuGcjMuk/s72-c/2885%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4830558372419435838</id><published>2008-08-01T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:31:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Not To Say During Sex !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKgaIeXeHnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/n1trovfbtNg/s1600-h/Make+love+not+war...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235463299710983794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKgaIeXeHnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/n1trovfbtNg/s320/Make+love+not+war...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Guys!! pay attention here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i have to poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile for the camera! Cheese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Get off me, i'll do it myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is your first time, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You're almost as good as my ex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When is this supposed to feel good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i thought you had the key to the handcuffs?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i was so horny tonight, i would have taken a sheep home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;keep it down, my mother is a light sleeper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hey! my friends were right! You ARE good in this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm sobering up and you're getting ugly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;on second thought, let's turn the lights off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But everybody looks funny naked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;do i have to pay for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No! you are too fat to be on top. You'd kill me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Actually.. your sister 'likes' it like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What's your name again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hold on, let me change the channel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's nice being in bed with someone i don't have to inflate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;uhh.. i think the condom broke 10 minutes ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4830558372419435838?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4830558372419435838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4830558372419435838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4830558372419435838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4830558372419435838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-not-to-say-during-sex.html' title='Things Not To Say During Sex !!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKgaIeXeHnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/n1trovfbtNg/s72-c/Make+love+not+war...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-1444021130994326837</id><published>2008-08-01T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:27:51.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My LOVE quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good kissers are strong men who will have your back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bad kissers are weak men who will just like to grab your butt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watch out, LADIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-1444021130994326837?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/1444021130994326837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=1444021130994326837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1444021130994326837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/1444021130994326837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love-quote.html' title='My LOVE quote'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3964412091776214627</id><published>2008-08-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:31:30.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkzXeGHTJI/AAAAAAAAABs/fjwi7l3N0vM/s1600-h/Lonely+Gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772520103627922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKkzXeGHTJI/AAAAAAAAABs/fjwi7l3N0vM/s320/Lonely+Gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something, but you can't replace it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you set your goal, but you can't achieve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel frustrated, but you can't release..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you promised something, but you can't fulfil it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break something, but you can't fix it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to fly, but you are without wings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a star, but you can't make a wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in love with him, but you can't meet him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you scream out loud, butone cares about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;copy rights are preserved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3964412091776214627?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3964412091776214627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3964412091776214627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3964412091776214627'/><link 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type='text'>MY INTRO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My world reposed in the dusk,&lt;br /&gt;And my mind reposed in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I went nearly mad with grief,&lt;br /&gt;when the day you left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sank under the heavy burden of hardship,&lt;br /&gt;VIRTUE and VICE are before me,&lt;br /&gt;There are too much!!!&lt;br /&gt;Torturing me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one leads to misery;&lt;br /&gt;The other leads to happiness..&lt;br /&gt;Wishing i could do something blindfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL IS A PLACE CALLED HOME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;obj=new Object;obj.clockfile="8007-red.swf";obj.TimeZone="PST";obj.width=150;obj.height=150;obj.wmode="transparent";showClock(obj);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6406605621952520126?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6406605621952520126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6406605621952520126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6406605621952520126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6406605621952520126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-intro.html' title='MY INTRO..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-3812188407997780086</id><published>2008-08-01T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:27:16.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;fo so many reasons&lt;br /&gt;large or small,&lt;br /&gt;and all of them are wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for all te special qualities&lt;br /&gt;that makes you"you",&lt;br /&gt;one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;the only one in the world of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;for the things you say that&lt;br /&gt;bring such special meaning&lt;br /&gt;to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;for the silent times when&lt;br /&gt;your eyes and your arms&lt;br /&gt;tell me all i want to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;because you know how&lt;br /&gt;to bring out the BEST inme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;just because i do..&lt;br /&gt;Because now,&lt;br /&gt;in a place where&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing before,&lt;br /&gt;in the deepest part of my HEART..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-3812188407997780086?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/3812188407997780086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=3812188407997780086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3812188407997780086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/3812188407997780086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/poem-for-you.html' title='A poem for YOU'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-4363047776668943830</id><published>2008-08-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:28:59.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your (my) LOVE is Base on Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When you're in love, youe brimming with emotions and desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love can be crazy frenzy - but somehow it al makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most important thing to you. You are capable of doing anything for LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;( This makes you very lovable.. but also a little SCARY! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why your love can LAST: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You've got the tre attraction, bnd, and euphoria to make it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why your love can FAIL: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love isn't something you really think through. Your roller coaster relationship sometimes end on a terrifying note.&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-4363047776668943830?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/4363047776668943830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=4363047776668943830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4363047776668943830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/4363047776668943830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-my-love-is-base-on-passion.html' title='Your (my) LOVE is Base on Passion'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7069915814626714314</id><published>2008-07-30T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:34:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my horoscope as a SCORPIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKk0EJ97IJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qi8lWnurB9A/s1600-h/Scorpion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235773287794679954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKk0EJ97IJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qi8lWnurB9A/s320/Scorpion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My LOVE profile:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got all this informatis frm google..not that i'm trying to show off.. but it's kinda true though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY POSITIVE TRAITS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're red hot pass makes anyone you date feel xtremely wanted.. Loyalty, to the point of doing anything to protect your lover.. You are mysterious and charismatic - and you easily ppl in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR NEGATIVE TRAITS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tend to be paranoid and think that the worst is going on with your lover. You turn cold and mean at the first sign of conflct in relationship. You sometimes become obsessed with dates - so much so that you develop jealousy early on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your idea partner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who will take the time to win you over. Not an easy task! Is able to keep up with your carnal appetite.. lots of stamina needed. Reassures you of their love and loyalty on a daily basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intense.You prefer to stay in with take out and conversation so that no one else is distracting you and your date.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT!! New partner have trouble believing that yur libido is for real. You have incredible sexual intuition - you always know what your lover craves. A bit bossy. You know what you want, you certainly aren't afrid to ask for it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7069915814626714314?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7069915814626714314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7069915814626714314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7069915814626714314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7069915814626714314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-horoscope-as-scorpio.html' title='my horoscope as a SCORPIO'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/SKk0EJ97IJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qi8lWnurB9A/s72-c/Scorpion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-7905172537952824900</id><published>2008-07-30T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:32:47.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 1YEAR ANNIVERSARY WITH HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;25 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day was supposed to be my happiest day in my life. but it turned out to be my happiest FRIENDSHIP DAY!! Magen bought chocolate for the celebration. Howe Howe didn't get to celebrate with me. SIGH!! he planned to come over to my hs, maybe stay over night. but he couldn't make it.. i shouldn't have told him bout the bus stop thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my new hs area doesn't have any bus stop.. so hw is he going to get back to his house (in Gombak) since there's no transport at all?? eventually we cancelled our plan, no choice!! i miss the feeling of sleeping next to him that night.. i forgot the date.. i gotta check the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to &lt;zombie&gt;frm The Cranberry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my so called "ANNIVERSARY" with my darling frenz.. they taught me hw to play football. it was the 1st time i try this kind of sport game in class. we used old newspapers n rolled it into a ball shape. we used stappler to make it firmer. BUT, it didn't knw that football is that fun n interesting!!! SERIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i hurt my toe, until today, i couldn't walk properly without my shoes. PAIN!! HONESTLY, i had a GREAT time with all of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL FRIENDS MAKE WONDEFUL LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAKX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howe Howe?? he didn't even wish me "happy Anniversary"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-7905172537952824900?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/7905172537952824900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=7905172537952824900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7905172537952824900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/7905172537952824900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship-day.html' title='MY 1YEAR ANNIVERSARY WITH HIM'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-6695089662192413388</id><published>2008-07-30T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:52:03.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got chase out frm the class!!</title><content type='html'>29 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!! can u believe that?? well, i think it's AWESOME!!! it was ridiculous!! Cik Sujatha.. haiz.. shame on YOU!!! you're still SINGLE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were having english lesson, it was the last period. Me, Lyana, and Nicole were planning to ponteng her class right after we finished Chemistry lesson. Hey!! it shows that hw much we respect her!! oh well, since she didn't even appreciate it. So, forget bout it la.. we don't even bothered!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLOBAL WARMING (the title of our essay)?? i wish the entire Earth EXPLODE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya!! we were supposed to leave the class through the front door!! we did a mistake!! taking the front door is jz to show off to her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THREE OF YOU AT THE BACK!! GET OUT OF THE CLASS NOW!!!!" she shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine that?? those ppl sitting in front immediately looked at the back. they didn't knw what was reli happenning.. But.. HW COME I DIDN'T EVEN FEEL PANIC AT THE MOMENT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in Form 3, i was nearly being HALAU out of the class by Pn. Wang. it was Shueh Teng's fault!! Not me!! she kept winked at me during th Maths lesson. I wasn't paying attention to the teacher, by the way. i was PANICing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, three of us loaf around the school, and we stop by at the stationary shop. We terserempak Pn. Dewi!!! Holy Mother!! i thought she was goin to ask us y we were there. but.. luckily, she didn't do anything bout it. She smiled at us instead!! WEIRD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, that incident was reli unforgetable!! and it made our friendship getting firmer and stronger.. that is y, all 3 of us have bonds between each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COVALENT BOND or IONIC BOND ??  u tell me   -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-6695089662192413388?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/6695089662192413388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=6695089662192413388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6695089662192413388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/6695089662192413388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-chase-out-frm-class.html' title='Got chase out frm the class!!'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036496872869714378.post-8384922181429056950</id><published>2008-07-30T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:32:02.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry, Lao Gong..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i knw i was wrong for doing this to you.. but i can't control myself.. God!! HELP ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall for another guy.. he looks jz like u.. but hw could it be?? i mean, there mustn't be two identical guys exist in this world!! YOU or HIM ?? i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to make decisions in my life.. i HATE myself!!!!!!!!! my heart is not stable nw.. i dunno what am i thinking.. i reli dunno watz on my mind!! i wish i had a memory loss!! i wanna forget him!! hw could GOD be such cruel to me?? Wat i've done??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that he has his own buah hati already.. perhaps i should undur diri.. STOP hurting myelf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has the same feature as u, my dear.. MAYBE he's your brother?? NOOOOO!!!! CANNOT BE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're NOT a CLONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036496872869714378-8384922181429056950?l=90degreepundek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/feeds/8384922181429056950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036496872869714378&amp;postID=8384922181429056950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8384922181429056950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036496872869714378/posts/default/8384922181429056950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90degreepundek.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sorry-lao-gong.html' title='i&apos;m sorry, Lao Gong..'/><author><name>Aurellia Eustacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03896969371984219754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SS5WN4F187w/S2W_lRNnPrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tWHD9k7vedg/S220/DSC02561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
