<?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-2767296826352570581</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:59:24.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Lil' Steps To Seventh Heaven ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is like small steps across the obstacles, cherishing memorable moments, grieving worst experiences  . . . these steps won't stop till He calls us for the next episode of our journey, to the underworld - Death</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4916639355812983262</id><published>2010-10-23T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:44:15.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is about Chances and Fate =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last nite, I was watching a story entitled "Taking a chance on Love" on Hallmark channel. Soon I realised that when we fall in love, it doesn't come with conditions that this person that we love will be the best person in the world, or this person will be all rounded or in other words, "perfect". When we fall in love, it only comes with HOPE that this person will be our Mr. or Miss Right, our soul mate, and our life time partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also realised that money, looks, status and reputation didn't bring long lasting happiness to us, but love does. Being loved by someone who we love is actually the most wonderful thing that can happen to us and the best fate that everyone is waiting for to be destined.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my love, Izie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B, we always say that we have lotsa weaknesses and lacks of things, but we didn't realised, because of our imperfectness made us need each other. Because you are my missing piece, my other half. With you, I'm perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B, being together is not about just sharing the joy, but it also means we are together facing the challenges of life, the sorrows and pain, because you are me, and we are one. I know, it's not easy to share our pain with another person, especially the one we love. But when you tell me about your sadness or your worries or your problems, I felt that you need me to comfort you, to advice you, to be with you during your hard times. And that's not a burden to me, but a responsibility, something that I must do because I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B, nothing is free in this world, in fact love and happiness comes with&amp;nbsp;sacrifices. To gain happiness, you must find it, and maintain it. So with love, it won't be eternal unless you care for it, grow it and spread it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B, I never judge you in any sense. I only see your pure heart and your sincere love for me. How thankful I am to have you in my life. And seriously, I don't see anything wrong with you, and if anything happens in the future, I am ready to face it with you, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And B, this is something that I will always says to my heart keeper, that I will be with you, till my least breath, God's willing. I love you B, I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;♥IzieEmy♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-4916639355812983262?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4916639355812983262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4916639355812983262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4916639355812983262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4916639355812983262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-about-chances-and-fate.html' title='Life is about Chances and Fate =)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3787842986178093978</id><published>2010-10-20T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:59:43.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reborn of the Pheonix =)</title><content type='html'>OMG! Oh my dear bloggy, sorry for letting you died for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;I was damn hectic with my new world -Workinghood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, there were so much things happened in my life recently.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna sum up everything in this post, as the beginning of the my blog&amp;nbsp;rejuvenation&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's starts of with my study life - DUH, IT'S OVER! I'm finally graduated, phewh~&lt;br /&gt;I had my convo on &amp;nbsp;the 2nd of &amp;nbsp;October, which was couple of weeks ago and for those who wanna check out the picccies of me wearing the g-robe,u can simply look on it in my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=80885&amp;amp;id=1052835396&amp;amp;l=1bdb27a9a1"&gt;Facebook photo album&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;aites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the study life ended, it's time for work.&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for few positions in the government sector but it will take some time for the result to come out.&lt;br /&gt;So while that, I went to find some jobs and I started off in Vads, as telemarketing executive for Chartis Insurance. But, after a month being there, I found out that I wasn't fit to make sales, as in&amp;nbsp;convince&amp;nbsp;ppl to buy stuffs from me. So, I searched for another job, and now here I am, in Melaleuca, as a Data Entry/Call Centre Associate.On the training&amp;nbsp;anyways, and I hope everything will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, love life? Haha, I'm in the skies, above the rainbow. I don't know how, but God had sent me an angel. Someone who loves me for who I am. Someone who means the world to me. Who's he? You can check him out via his&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ijanglolx"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;br /&gt;Currently he is at his hometown in Sabah, having few weeks of holidays. Of coz, I am missing him so much but I am also happy that he is having a great time with his family there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's all that I can update with you guys. Will be back active with my lovely bloggy here =P Till the next post, adios~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-3787842986178093978?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3787842986178093978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3787842986178093978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3787842986178093978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3787842986178093978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/10/reborn-of-pheonix.html' title='Reborn of the Pheonix =)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-8384498748770549185</id><published>2010-07-18T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T06:37:13.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage, here I come! WOOTS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg guys~~!!! I am damn happy. Today I'm gonna go to Ticket Hotline in TTDI &amp;nbsp;to collect my passes for &lt;b&gt;MTV World Stage 2010,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;woots!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really looking forward for this event because my beloved Bill Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel will be performing, oh yes! *excited* Hahaha, I am dying to see him and his twin, Tom in person and now I got the chance and I am thrilled about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, their latest single called Darkside of the Sun from their Humanoid album is totally awesome.Likey Likey Likey, I Loike! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndEeA-cMxWw"&gt;Click here for the video ^_^&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-8384498748770549185?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8384498748770549185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=8384498748770549185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8384498748770549185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8384498748770549185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/07/mtv-world-stage-here-i-come-woots.html' title='MTV World Stage, here I come! WOOTS!!'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-861929048788722424</id><published>2010-07-17T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T01:30:49.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The magical of "I love U" ♥</title><content type='html'>I Love U. A very common phrase that we hear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But to hear it from someone who is less expected to say it to you, it's something called miracle.&lt;br /&gt;I often hear this from a lot of people, but to hear it from him --- that's magical.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Coz when he said it, his voice touched my heart, and my tears running through my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm sad, but indeed I felt very happy and thankful that he said that, because it's the last thing that I've put hope in it to be happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very precious moment, whenever that phrase came out from his mouth, The feelings were&amp;nbsp;indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;The best things are those that happen when we least expected it.&lt;br /&gt;All I know now, I pray to God so He'll make this fate lasts till my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, I love you for who you are. It's wonderful to have you in my life and you completed it =)&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I can be the best who will make you the happiest guy on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I did wrote something about you in FB.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=416872049239&amp;amp;id=1052835396&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Click here to read it^^&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-861929048788722424?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/861929048788722424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=861929048788722424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/861929048788722424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/861929048788722424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/07/magical-of-i-love-u.html' title='The magical of &quot;I love U&quot; ♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-5412544154163225180</id><published>2010-07-11T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:28:15.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Putri &amp; Chad♥ and.....It's official =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10th June 2010 was a meaningful day for my 2 dear friends Putri Narrima and Irsyad Arif who had held their engagement ceremony on the mentioned date. I wish you both most blessings from God and hope you last long ^^&amp;nbsp;Congrats again guys! You guys suits each other perfectly =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for myself, today, me and my boo agreed to make it official and revealed our relationship to all. It's such a beautiful weekend and it's full of love and happiness♥ And B, I love you damn much. It's amazing how your heart opened its door for a girl who is full of flaws like me.But I will try my best to make you happy, as happy as you make me now.I hope you will get well soon and get ready for the new semester ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, there's nothing that I wanna complaint about my life now, coz it's just perfect^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweet dreams babies,toodless~~☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-5412544154163225180?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/5412544154163225180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=5412544154163225180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5412544154163225180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5412544154163225180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/07/congrats-putri-chad-andits-official.html' title='Congrats Putri &amp; Chad♥ and.....It&apos;s official =)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4359951105788420341</id><published>2010-07-10T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T03:02:43.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's done...No mood...My boo is unwell ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gah! Done with the interview today. Overall it was okay and seems like they were satisfied with my answers, but one prob though, I have no transportation to go home if I am to work for nite shift. Unlike Astro, VADS didn't provide cabs for workers who on the last shift.&amp;nbsp;So, in other words, if I get the job, which the result will be out next week, I might turn it down due to this problem ='(&amp;nbsp;What to do, the place is quite far, I need to go out 2 hours earlier from my working time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe this is one of the reasons I've became so emo tonite. Another main reason that I didn't really have the mood, coz my B is currently ill. He said he will be okay, but still, I wish I live near him so I can take care of him T_T B, get well soon, I miss you so much T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok lor. Time to say buhbye~~ o/ C ya soon peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-4359951105788420341?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4359951105788420341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4359951105788420341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4359951105788420341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4359951105788420341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-doneno-moodmy-boo-is-unwell.html' title='It&apos;s done...No mood...My boo is unwell =&apos;('/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-486975582486879555</id><published>2010-07-09T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T02:19:07.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I...am...nervous!!~~ and I mish my boo =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG... tomorrow will be super scary, it's my 1st work interview since the last time I went to one which that was 2 years ago LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay let's see, resume -- checked. certs -- checked. okay need to do some notes and iron my outfit. Baju kurung will be perfect since tomorrow is Friday^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nervous and excited please. Wish me luck guys! I hope I get this job, if not I will be super bored at home zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And broke, of course.Only moths coming out from my wallet haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, need a job badly~~ and I hope I get this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the meantime, I miss my baobei very much T_T miss the moments we went out and spent time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B, I'll try to visit you later, once I secure a job ya, hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for your&amp;nbsp;never-ending&amp;nbsp;support and understands me,accepting me with my flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love you very much =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K guys, let's call it a night.Time to crash on my bed.^^ Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-486975582486879555?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/486975582486879555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=486975582486879555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/486975582486879555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/486975582486879555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/07/iamnervous-and-i-mish-my-boo.html' title='I...am...nervous!!~~ and I mish my boo =('/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-7291243481094039428</id><published>2010-07-07T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:47:09.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days~~♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hye dudes and babes ^^ Since I was damn hectic in&amp;nbsp;past&amp;nbsp;2 months, so I'm taking some of my free time now to update ya'll with my current condition now aites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, myself 1st. FYI, I've just graduated for my bachelor degree and currently seeking for jobs. The convo will be on October which I am very pleased becoz my mission to have my parents seeing their daughter taking the scroll in convocation will be accomplished soon, yay! And do pray for me so I will secure a good job =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next,my health condition. Hmm my sinus is kinda worst recently, suffering from morning sneezes and flu like everyday, sometimes my eyes will be swollen a bit due to the itch. But as soon as I get a job, I'll do further check up on it.So don't worry okay ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best part, my love life. Haha, tell you what, my love roller coaster never stops running on those bumpy and scary rides. Well, I met few jerks on the way, which claimed that they knew me, understood me when they actually didn't =.= I know myself that I am one complex God's creature which not to be compared to a typical girl since I lived by principles and experiences which not many of us went thru. Will understand doesn't guarantee that you gonna really understand, in other words, it is not for sure anyway. So we need to be cruel in order to be kind at times. I can't take my heart into a risky situation again,coz I know it will be completely damaged, no cure. But, all passed, and now, I've found someone who really cares for me and loves me as I am, for real. Lovely? I feel blessed =) God gave us the second chance and I do hope, this will be the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To that someone, sorry that things didn't went as well as it started. Guess that God just wanna show me that you are not the person that I think you are. In my case, I need someone who believes in me,&amp;nbsp;despite&amp;nbsp;those people who wanna get close to me, I don't need claws to hold me down and stopping me from being myself. If you think that I'm wild and not to be trusted, suit yourself coz I'm not like what you think. And if by being independent and&amp;nbsp;focus&amp;nbsp;to whatever that I'm doing means to push you away as if I don't need you, seriously you are being lame and paranoid, coz this proves that you don't really know me. So I hope you will learn from things that happened and you will meet someone that has what you wanted in a girl of your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that's all for now. Will be scribbling more often later, chiao =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-7291243481094039428?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/7291243481094039428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=7291243481094039428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7291243481094039428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7291243481094039428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days~~♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3659848867891358306</id><published>2010-07-06T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T05:35:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found the missing piece =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love me without FEAR..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust me without QUESTIONING..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Need me without DEMANDING...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want me without RESTRICTIONS..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Accept me without CHANGE...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desire me without INHIBITIONS...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a love that is so free, I will never fly away~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This quote is taken from a dear friend, &lt;b&gt;Intan&lt;/b&gt; that she had dedicated to her boyfie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone told me that no one will be this perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the fact that the person mentioned in the quote is not even close to perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What he did was understanding her well, protecting her without controlling her,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;trusting her to be on her own feet, and the best thing, he loves her the way she is now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;without putting hands in her life and stir things around to the way he wanted it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A wonderful love, as I can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day passes by, and I keep wondering, will I ever found that ordinary guy who will complete my life puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, now, I've got the answer, he was here all along, among the people who always care and support me in the thick and thin of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who is he? Someone who was once the love of my life, but due to hesitation and conflicts beyond virtual and reality, we went on our&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;ways, but still, keep ourselves close to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, did I ever mentioned that companionship and love are fated? Well, seriously we wouldn't know with who we will fall in love or with who we will get married to. The decisions are not in our hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, fate brought us to meet each other, for the first time, in reality,eye to eye, after knowing him for quite some time in virtual world, and previously our real stuffs were only voices on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The feelings? Excited, unbelievable, extremely happy and blessed, and that was the moment, we felt connected, a real connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I didn't expect him to feel the same way that I do, but he did. And everything changed. He drew himself to me, opened up to me, and the thing that I've waited for so long, a sincere confession that he loves me. Although we only had chance to meet twice before he headed back to his&amp;nbsp;home town, those two meetings were the most memorable moments of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For others, he might look like a normal, less talkative, a bit shy guy.But for me, who have known him, feels thankful to have his love because I know that not everyone has the manual of my brain and the blueprint of my heart. But he's one lucky person who successfully mastered this complicated creature -- ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, be it calls or texts,we are being playful, like small kids, teasing each other, having good laughs and sharing our moments and experiences, having long conversations at night, came up with various questions, from funny and ridiculous ones to serious matters. So far, we don't really have problems in communicating with each other, and seriously, the second meet with him was the starting moment of everything. The love grew and eventually both agreed to bring this relationship a step ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am thankful to God that destined us to be in love again, this time it's for real and for sure. I love him just the way he is, his flaws makes him a human, just like I am. And, insya Allah, if he is meant for me, then finally... I've found the missing piece. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-3659848867891358306?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3659848867891358306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3659848867891358306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3659848867891358306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3659848867891358306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-found-missing-piece_06.html' title='I&apos;ve found the missing piece =)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1732005596090177352</id><published>2010-06-28T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:33:22.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U r officially out of my life...</title><content type='html'>You, of all people that I expected to understand me, my pain.&lt;br /&gt;But you burned all that into ashes by doing something that hurt me so much.&lt;br /&gt;I thought...things will be different...better...&lt;br /&gt;But you have proved to me that there is NO hope at all.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I wish you have use your brain not your heart, because heart can't think.&lt;br /&gt;You washed out everything in just one night.&lt;br /&gt;Your love hurt&amp;nbsp;me, and the hurt change my love to hatred.&lt;br /&gt;For this moment, I don't want to have anything connected to you.&lt;br /&gt;You bring no good to me, no good at all.&lt;br /&gt;All that you give me is your neediness that made me suffocated and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;All you give is your doubt on me.&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, you killed me, instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, I'm dead to you.&lt;br /&gt;And once I am reborn, I will be a stranger to you, and so do you to me.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1732005596090177352?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1732005596090177352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1732005596090177352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1732005596090177352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1732005596090177352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/06/u-r-officially-out-of-my-life.html' title='U r officially out of my life...'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-8064566673141965491</id><published>2010-02-26T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:46:24.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woots Dong Dong Chang!! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha, OMG this week I'm kinda high for Habbo badges. I've won 2 MythBunnies events and today I found out that my lion dance team won 2nd prize for Habbo Lion Dance Vid Competition =D &amp;nbsp;. So if you wanna see the winning vid ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARFqupoNoJs"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and enjoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-8064566673141965491?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8064566673141965491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=8064566673141965491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8064566673141965491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8064566673141965491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/02/woots-dong-dong-chang-xd.html' title='Woots Dong Dong Chang!! xD'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-6467099748506888845</id><published>2010-02-22T04:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:39:25.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Busy Busy Busy =_= And Single Life is Fun =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, for the time being, I am working my arse off to finish up this project once and for all, and I thank God, I still got few of my friends with me, finishing their projects too. Sudden a blow of spirit came into me and now I am ready to do this dam thing. Haha, pray for me guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's life? One word - Fun! I've never felt so free like this. Do wadever I wanted, no&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;will be hurt, one will scold and no one will cry :D Love to mingle around, slightly flirt here &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; there, but it's all for fun ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So ya, everything is in order , and I'm working on it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-6467099748506888845?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/6467099748506888845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=6467099748506888845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/6467099748506888845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/6467099748506888845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-busy-busy-busy-and-single-life-is.html' title='Oh Busy Busy Busy =_= And Single Life is Fun =P'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-2680357531953612782</id><published>2010-02-09T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:55:52.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know... It wasn't just a crush =|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today,I saw him online and we talked and being loony as usual, till suddenly I felt something was wrong. He went silent and when I asked, he didn't wanna reveal it but then he given up and told me the whole thing. Then knowing that he was having a major breakdown...suddenly I felt pain in my heart, real heart, and the pain was so real, it was&amp;nbsp;aching&amp;nbsp;badly. Weird, coz the last time I felt this was when I broke up with that fk ing bastard. I dunno why I felt so helpless seeing him in such a mess. And I shouldn't feel this way either coz I like him, but I never thought it will be this serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was struggling, I don't want him to know about how I feel, how much I care for him, coz I can't bear to lose him. I rather torture myself than telling him the truth, that I fell in love with him. What if he rejects me? What will happen to us? I didn't have guts to tell him, when I started thinking about the&amp;nbsp;consequences.How I wish he knew that I love him and he makes me feel perfect, which I didn't expect this to be happening after having a bad romance with that one sole jerk. What should I do now? I'm caught in the middle of nowhere. Just praying to God that everything will be better soon, praying that God open his heart and his eyes so that he could see the one that care for him is right in front of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-2680357531953612782?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/2680357531953612782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=2680357531953612782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2680357531953612782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2680357531953612782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-i-know-it-wasnt-just-crush.html' title='Now I know... It wasn&apos;t just a crush =|'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-7610186689653876305</id><published>2010-01-28T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:48:03.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Single =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huh? Wondering why? Let's just say someone is too coward to even stand up for his own feelings. Just a few teases from his friends, he chickened out and &amp;nbsp;felt&amp;nbsp;embarrassed.&amp;nbsp;Ha ha, yes I am chubby, so what? You can be with me for the past 2 months, and now you just&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;it? Oh, puh-lease... if this how you think, with your extremely skeptical brain, then off you go. My love is not for someone who doesn't have his own stand,and you are just too weak, too weak...you can't even protect yourself , and I won't even expect you to protect me =_= you really made me feel wasted. I hope you&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;what you are putting yourself into now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-7610186689653876305?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/7610186689653876305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=7610186689653876305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7610186689653876305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7610186689653876305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-single.html' title='Back to Single =)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-5388717090846580804</id><published>2010-01-22T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:43:36.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Retard =_=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh... I think the title says it all =_= I am wondering why some people doesn't really know how to stop. Few days ago, I found out that someone was&amp;nbsp;vulgarizing&amp;nbsp;in my tagbox. So I tracked the IP address and it showed that the person posted it from somewhere in Kuching, Sarawak (so the retard must be living or being sumwhere in Kuching la). &amp;nbsp;Then, guess what, he actually pm ed me in Yahoo Messenger yesterday , which I also dunno what was his intention of doing that anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The way he talked to me, as in he wanna find fault with me.You know, with all those phony nice yet sarcastic words. &amp;nbsp;He can ask me to go to his blog, follow him in Twitter and so on. You guys know, it's been quite awhile since I made a decision to have him forgotten, but now he came back to annoy me,&amp;nbsp;ha ha. And he even dare to ask me to grow up. Aiya, look who's talking la kid =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So to this retard, it's seriously a bad choice for you to appear and poking me in the arse, coz this time, you can do wadever you like in your blog, ur Twitter or anywhere else you can (haha he made such an effort to make me annoyed LOL) becoz it doesn't prove anything other than your retarded mind and shows that you are being so immature, come to me, finding fault like some kids and seriously, I don't have time to actually care about the shyts and craps that you did or will do, to annoy me. Oi, get a life please. Better go and study maths for ur PMR instead of making some shyts that I don't even care of. Wasted . =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-5388717090846580804?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/5388717090846580804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=5388717090846580804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5388717090846580804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5388717090846580804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/01/return-of-retard.html' title='The Return of the Retard =_='/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-2193894494023063570</id><published>2010-01-20T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:13:21.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks of ultimate randomness LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, u guys must be wondering about the title of this post. But seriously, these couple of weeks, I was being ridiculously random. It started off with me spending my time to download all hits songs during my secondary school years. And that includes all the theme songs from those Columbia telenovela such as Secreto De Amor and Rosalinda. And during that time, it was the era of boybands such as Backstreet Boys, Nsync, The Moffats, Point Break, Westlife, 911, 98 Degrees and ugh.....too many if I wanna list it all here. But ya, as results, I downloaded nearly 100 songs from these bands haha. And I started to find old music vids of Spice Girls, a girl band like PCD during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then 2nd stage of randomness; I actually downloaded DVD ripped of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers the Movie ... seriously LOLs okay. Then this week, I was all over the animes and my focus : Naruto and Pokemon XD . Seriously , don't ask me why suddenly I act like this, coz I also dunno why. It's just all these old memories came back to me and led me into these random acts. Haha, but anyways, I had fun doing it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-2193894494023063570?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/2193894494023063570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=2193894494023063570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2193894494023063570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2193894494023063570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-weeks-of-ultimate-randomness-lol.html' title='Two weeks of ultimate randomness LOL'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-556559846624711466</id><published>2010-01-13T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:16:59.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months &amp; Counting =') Ich Liebe Dich, Ean♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am happy to say that today is exactly 2 months since Ean &amp;amp; I attached. Lotsa happy and sad moments, those emo ing nites and crazily fun times that we went thru together, my love for him deepens day by day. Some might think that this is unreal, but I am sure that my love for him is real. Therefore, sayang, this post is dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Ean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a typical gurl, I know that I have lotsa flaws, but I hope that I can give you the best of me and loving you as much as I love myself. To tell you frankly, the greatest fear that I am facing now is to hurt you without realizing it coz that would be the last thing that I wanted to be happen to us. I would rather be hurt than seeing u hurt or hurting you myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry that sometimes I gave you a hard time to handle me, especially when I felt trauma that caused by my previous relationships. I hope that I could forget it, but the pain, suffering, the memories of it remain as scars in my heart. Thank you for your understanding and being tolerant with me in this matter. I do appreciate it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each day I went through my life with you in it, there's not even a moment that I feel regret for having you around. Despites your fragile heart, it makes me work harder to protect it, till my last breathe. I love each and everything about you, that makes you, you. And I would&amp;nbsp;appreciate&amp;nbsp;it if you can open up yourself to me and be true to me because trust, love and care are things that I need from you. In other words, I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Dar Ean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope that our love will stay strong, despites of the challenges to maintain it, cherish it and treasure it. Thank you for loving me, taking care of me, giving me a reason to be strong, to stay alive in this world. You are the reason that got me back on my feet, every time that I fell down and feel like want to give up. I love you and I really do mean it. Happy 2nd month-versary of our love =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-556559846624711466?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/556559846624711466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=556559846624711466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/556559846624711466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/556559846624711466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/01/60-days-counting-ich-liebe-dich-ean.html' title='2 Months &amp; Counting =&apos;) Ich Liebe Dich, Ean♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3776384764282372750</id><published>2010-01-09T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:42:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emy Cullen ♥</title><content type='html'>Despites that I love to be Mrs. Jacob Black, I have edited my pic in Cullen version. So ya, another rare face of me, as a vampire ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/S0fQS7S5cMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FvfY4GHDlS8/s1600-h/Emy+Cullen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/S0fQS7S5cMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FvfY4GHDlS8/s400/Emy+Cullen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-3776384764282372750?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3776384764282372750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3776384764282372750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3776384764282372750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3776384764282372750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/01/emy-cullen.html' title='Emy Cullen ♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/S0fQS7S5cMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FvfY4GHDlS8/s72-c/Emy+Cullen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-7148315273498816725</id><published>2010-01-02T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:50:27.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's You =')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These few days, I am on this one music video by Super Junior. The title is &lt;b&gt;It's You&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bF3BIcoMAd8"&gt;click here to watch the video in YouTube&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;. And I cried each time I watch it coz I know what this song means and the lyrics touches my heart as this is exactly what I feel for the guy that I am in love with now, &lt;b&gt;Ean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The link that I gave will lead you to the video which have the translation of the song. So, you will understand it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to my heart keeper &lt;b&gt;Ean&lt;/b&gt;, no matter what happens, as long as you love me, I'm yours. I love you more than you ever think of and I do hope our relationship lasts long. No matter what other people wanna say, I believe that I know you better than them. What I know, my heart had been stolen and ... Norago~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-7148315273498816725?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/7148315273498816725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=7148315273498816725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7148315273498816725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7148315273498816725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-you.html' title='It&apos;s You =&apos;)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-2010186738132333034</id><published>2009-11-28T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:51:16.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is LOVE?</title><content type='html'>Love is a four lettered word,&lt;br /&gt;That simply can fail our senses,&lt;br /&gt;Make us blind, deaf, numb and even ridiculous,&lt;br /&gt;But without it, our lives will be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a powerful emotion,&lt;br /&gt;A magical feeling that is seek by the lonely hearts&lt;br /&gt;A blessing that often comes in silence,&lt;br /&gt;And only will be noticed once it flees away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is regardless of everything,&lt;br /&gt;Empty souls hunt for their missing pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Like the love of Bella and Edward,&lt;br /&gt;The union of two different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;p/s: I've made this simple poem and sent it for Habbo's Big Bang submission for fun!! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-2010186738132333034?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/2010186738132333034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=2010186738132333034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2010186738132333034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2010186738132333034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-love.html' title='What is LOVE?'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4501336616087357057</id><published>2009-11-21T23:05:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:45:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Habboian Day Out ~~ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes, today is a uber fun day for me. Earlier today, I went out to meet 2 of my Habbo buddies, Amira (my girlfriend =p)&amp;nbsp;and Taza (my cute bro). Amira is one cute chubby gurl who loves&amp;nbsp;glasses [coz she brought few pairs with her XD] and Taza is&amp;nbsp;super duper&amp;nbsp;cute boy, physically and in size =p. Okay,now lemme tell u from the beginning of our meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met Amira at LRT Terminal Putra station around 1.45PM and we headed to Times Square. On the journey, we need to switch to monorail at Dang Wangi station. But coz of too busy chatting, we missed the station and realised it after next 3 stations =='' LOL. So we headed back to Dang Wangi and changed to monorail there. And guess what, we nearly missed our station, again. =_= Thank God I realised before the monorail door closed. LOL so blur can XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then while we were searching for Taza who&amp;nbsp;reached TS&amp;nbsp;earlier than us coz he was attending&amp;nbsp;a cosplay event, we went for window shopping [and Amira found a new nerdy glasses for her =p]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was funny when Taza saw&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;and Amira&amp;nbsp;for the 1st time. He was like shocked and disbelieved with our looks. Then after&amp;nbsp;few moments&amp;nbsp;he realised that, he saw our pics without glasses HAHA! Both of us , me&amp;nbsp;and Amira wore glasses today, we were too&amp;nbsp;lazy to wear lenses LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so then at 1st, we wanted to watch a movie, but it was damn crowded and the line was uber long so we scraped off the idea. Then we headed to McD to grab some food. After that , we continued our window shopping activities.Taza showed us the XXX shop where they sell condoms and XXX stuffs and guess what, he dared us to go in &lt;em&gt;[don't worry, we didn't, ewww LOL].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Then in this one shop that sells things for party costumes and halloween stuffs, Taza did such a random act, he grabbed Amira's arms and tried to drag her&amp;nbsp;into the fitting room ZOMG. He and his pervy thoughts LOL seriously random pls. And you know what,when I mentioned about he did to that to Amira only, then he grabbed my arm &amp;amp; said, "You also want ah?".Ok, he's crayzeh~~~ LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But seriously, we were having so much fun, going in&amp;nbsp;and out the shops,&amp;nbsp;fooling around with each other. Meand Amira agreed, having Taza around is so damn nice. He's like so hyped and outgoing till we feel like wanna kidnap him home already. XD &lt;em&gt;[Fact: Being too cute will attract kidnappers LOL]&lt;/em&gt; Seriously, he will be on top of the list for our next day out . And apart of that, I was shrugged and sighed the whole day coz the "mastermind" of the day out didn't came and another friend of ours, Didi&amp;nbsp;couldn't go out coz&amp;nbsp;the mom said cannot, ugh. Sad Sad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then, Taza need to make a move 1st coz he got things to be done, so he left me&amp;nbsp;and Amira. So we both continued our "date" and window shopping. XD Oh yea, I forgot to mention, Taza came with his bro, who is kinda sporting and let Taza wandering around with us. Thanx ya! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, back to the story. Me and Amira were doing normal girl stuffs, which was surveying for future stuffs to be bought LOL. We went from level to level, shop to shop and checked out all those cool outfits and it was like a sale, everything is so cheap pls. So, we agreed that the next time we go out , it will be our shopping spree haha. We had some ice cream in the middle of our exploration of TS. And I learnt that Mira didn't have a sweet tooth like me. Soz sayang, I didn't know &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after a long day of fun, we got tired and decided to go back home around 8pm. But u know, on the journey back home, one of Mira's friend, Hanafie&amp;nbsp;texted her,saying that he reached TS already. She shrugged coz that guy never told us that he was coming and it was too late for us, the gurls to stay there. Aiyo.So we went home, and I ended our meet with a big warm hug to Mira. Mira&amp;nbsp;and Taza, you guys rox and&amp;nbsp;made my day. TYVM and love u guys♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of us and the rest you can find it in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/emizasakura"&gt;my Facebook profile&lt;/a&gt; aites! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/8618/dsc00577o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/8618/dsc00577o.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;and da cute Taza!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/1429/dsc00585va.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/1429/dsc00585va.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;and da cute Mira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/5599/dsc00578x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/5599/dsc00578x.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best pic: A pair of Cuties♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2767296826352570581-4501336616087357057?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4501336616087357057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4501336616087357057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4501336616087357057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4501336616087357057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-habboian-day-out.html' title='Another Habboian Day Out ~~ ♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-5832675208440760768</id><published>2009-11-18T03:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:46:14.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issit gathering season? o.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;U know guys, this week alone.. I have 2 gatherings that I needa attend. A Habbo gathering &amp;amp; secondary school gathering (gurls' day out). Haha, busy busy. I am sure this will be lotsa fun, unless the 2 gaths fall on the same day...then I die...which one should I go? ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last Sunday, I went DJ ing at a wedding function. Well, it was happening alrite, but the most interesting on that event, I met alot of twins ,identical twins haha. I think I had met 3 pairs, 2 gurl-gurl twins &amp;amp; a boy-boy twin. Nyze uh? Since I love Bill Kaulitz so much, I started to bump into twins , seriously. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-5832675208440760768?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/5832675208440760768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=5832675208440760768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5832675208440760768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5832675208440760768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/11/issit-gathering-season-oo.html' title='Issit gathering season? o.O'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-84010267988979024</id><published>2009-11-16T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:39:22.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! I've lost my voice =.= ...and someone's is a total retard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yah!!!! It's terrible. How can it happen? I was taking a nap, and when I wake up, try to call my sis, but nothing came out, shaitz. Not even a sound. I was so scared since I had a surgery around throat area before. So, I took 3 days leave from the radio. Haiz, wadafak la =.= Doc said , my throat stiffed. So no talking for 1-2 days. Just great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not enough with that, got one retarded person who didn't understand english. I said stay out of my life but instead of staying out, she came &amp;amp; intefered. Act pro as if I am such a dumb person. sheesh. wadever la. I don't give a fk ing damn about it, I warned liao wad. You still wanna poke me in de arse, then fine lor. Such a 2-face and acting innocent, wad la. U know wad u did la, no need to pretend de. Some people also knew. Acting dunno just as to stand up on ur ego, didn't impress me at all. You are so rock bottom la oi. Ugh, anything &lt;strong&gt;-ignored-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I hate when people act pro as to show power only. Hello, I ain't a kid and I know how to read. Yes, I hate to be bothered, especially from people whom I've lost my trust on them. Your words ain't mean anything to me, so don't waste your time checking out on me, dam annoying sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-84010267988979024?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/84010267988979024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=84010267988979024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/84010267988979024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/84010267988979024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-ive-lost-my-voice-and-someones-is.html' title='OMG!!! I&apos;ve lost my voice =.= ...and someone&apos;s is a total retard'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-857265539887649588</id><published>2009-11-01T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:12:57.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ma buffday~~~~♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG!! I am officially 24 years old sia... haha but no worries, like ppl said, I'm still young at heart LOLs. Oh ya, I tot I will be lonely.. waiting for the 12am. But suddenly, my uncle make a surprise yet simple party for me. He made some fruit cocktail with burgers for our lil' feast. And I had to put my radio show on non-stop hitz mode hahah...sorry pple XD family 1st , aite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But yet, no presents...huhu...except in Habbo, so yes, thanx all for your wishes and pressies =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-857265539887649588?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/857265539887649588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=857265539887649588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/857265539887649588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/857265539887649588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-ma-buffday.html' title='It&apos;s ma buffday~~~~♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1257031196363478125</id><published>2009-10-31T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:30:40.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsession♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm talkin about a song that felt so connected to me. It's about a lover who are not sincere &amp;amp; heartless, each of his acts &amp;amp; words is like he is programmed to do it. The lyrics gives a very deep impression to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Automatic by Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic [echo x3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic [echo x3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You're Automatic and your heart's like an engine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I die with every beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You're Automatic and your voice is electric,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why do I still believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's Automatic, every word in your letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A lie that makes me bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's Automatic when you say things get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But they never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There's no real love in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There's no real love in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There's no real love in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why do I keep lovin' you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's Automatic counting cars on a crossroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;They come and go like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's Automatic watching faces I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Erase the face of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So Traumatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yeah, Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There's no real love in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There's no real love in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There's no real love in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why do I keep lovin' you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Each step, you make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Each Breath, you take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Your heart, your soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Remote, controlled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This life is so sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You're Automatic to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;There's no real love in you. [x6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why do I keep lovin' you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic. (There's no real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic. (Love in you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic. (Why do I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic. (Keep lovin' you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Automatic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1257031196363478125?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1257031196363478125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1257031196363478125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1257031196363478125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1257031196363478125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-obsession.html' title='My Obsession♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-7378205059884383964</id><published>2009-10-17T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:55:50.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rare me XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/StjBAGPvw2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/y429Hi6qG3g/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393272761196987234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/StjBAGPvw2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/y429Hi6qG3g/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/StjA_q01qPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_j4m1F3hoAc/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393272753836370162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/StjA_q01qPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_j4m1F3hoAc/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/StjA_SeZzaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gSgNQR1QoHM/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393272747299818914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/StjA_SeZzaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gSgNQR1QoHM/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say rare? Coz I only use makeup when I go for functions...even if go out also, I only use lip gloss and sumtimes eyeliner if I wanna be emo-tic =p So yes, this is the RARE me&lt;br /&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/2767296826352570581-7378205059884383964?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/7378205059884383964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=7378205059884383964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7378205059884383964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7378205059884383964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/10/rare-me-xd.html' title='The rare me XD'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/StjBAGPvw2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/y429Hi6qG3g/s72-c/DSC00535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-8290500264603883193</id><published>2009-10-09T13:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:06:26.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, I just wish... =_=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya ya ya, I know.... long time never update this blog liao... It's not that I don't want, but seriously I kept forgetting about it LOL... anyways, now I am in a period of lazy-ness...and if my parents know it, they sure kill me one..everything is not done, and the dateline is like very soon =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Summore, I am dealing with few matters that makes me tired of living... I can't see way out actually. I just wish I could choose my own way &amp;amp; everyone can shut their eff-ing mouth about it. I mean, it's my life, if I do mistake, I'll learn...but preventing me from doing it just making me feel outrageous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiz, I wish my own family can understand me, but what they are thinking is their reputation only, go to hell with that can or not. I'm tired of it, and I just wanna escape. But can't, I need to go thru this, whether I like it or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guys, I really need support. Really at the point of breaking down...I might look tough to some ppl, but frankly, I am extremely fragile. Those people who claimed that they love me,be it friends or loved ones; I am not so sure about it since their actions didn't show it. All I can see they come find me when they need me, then forget me when it's nothing, ya wtf rite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, now you see, I really need help, to be back on my feet. Coz at the moment, I don't even know where am I now. Help me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-8290500264603883193?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8290500264603883193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=8290500264603883193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8290500264603883193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8290500264603883193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/10/again-i-just-wish.html' title='Again, I just wish... =_='/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1454293624177886344</id><published>2009-09-21T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:53:28.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa~ I'm online o.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woots ! It's first Raya and I can online here, at my hometown XD Thanx to Maxis (altho the services sux at times =.=) Okay, this raya...alot of things happened. Happy? Sad? I would rather call it weird and absurd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, let me tell you the worst part 1st.... my family &amp;amp; I went off at 1am and supposedly we should reach my uncle's house in 3 hours time. But guess what, I dunno what happened, but we stucked in the traffic jam for more than 3 hours =.= We reached the place at 7++am. Seriously, I was like wtf sia, suddenly all got same mindset -- "oh going back at 1am, sure road clear de" =.=;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My raya eve, one word to describe it -- BORING!! =.=;; It was like 2 families only at the house, so less people and all my bestie cousins were not there. So, 1/2 of my raya eve, I spent it by sleeping, seriously. Like nothing to do, no internet, no PC-- the only thing I have is my fon &amp;amp; MP3 player. So yeah, texting and listening to music only. TV? So boring can? =.=;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The raya morning was considered bad also...know why? 1st raya, and seriously I was in the bad luck. My baju kurung bottom got burnt!!! Damn that iron, suddenly went so hot =.= Luckily the burnt part cannot be seen coz covered by the top so I still wore it without people knowing it got a hole LOL. Anyways, my mom said that we will buy the new bottom since my baju kurung is the type that have plain top &amp;amp; abstract bottom so can be replaced by any kind of pattern with same colour tone from the top. Ok, wadever~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as usual we went to several houses nearby and then headed straight to Kemaman, which is the current main house for the family gathering -- a.k.a my ex BF's house =.= yup the guy I was with for 8 years. Well, to tell you frankly, our break up last time didn't went well. So, this time, I need to clear up my name since I heard he was upset with me. So we were having discussion, telling each other about our current partner, and he felt abit messy, which I dunno why. Still, I already accepted the fact that we are better seperated. So, me &amp;amp; him are just like other relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Green packets? Actually it was quite unexpected coz I got less than RM30 eventhough I was thinking that I might not getting any at all LOL. Nevermind, coz something tells me that next year, I will be the one who give green packets XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that's what I can tell you all for the time being. More raya news in da next post aite. Signing off, annyoeng~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1454293624177886344?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1454293624177886344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1454293624177886344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1454293624177886344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1454293624177886344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/09/whoa-im-online-oo.html' title='Whoa~ I&apos;m online o.O'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-7273420665073078891</id><published>2009-09-19T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:35:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL Monthly updates &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yikes! Oh God....it seems like my blog is monthly updated already &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soz guys...I've been uber busy lately so yeah, finally got chance (and mood LOL) to tell you guys the current situation now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, let's start off with my main goal, the damn theses. I am like drowning with it, trying so hard to make it done. No worries, it WILL be done, guaranteed. Well, I'm jobless now coz after discussion with my parents, they want me to finish this damn thing fast so they agreed to support my financial for these few months. Thank God! Eh forgot, I do have a job tho--tutoring a Primary 5 student. &gt;.&lt; Oh well, it takes only 6 hours a week &amp; the pay is enuff to support my daily expenses la XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My health? Well, it seems I am free from kidney stones now, thanx to the traditional meds which flushed it out. And I'm fit to do my work now. Kinda exhausted at times, but no big deal seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My love life? Ugh it was super messy in the past one month. Got issues here &amp;amp; there, but eventually now it's stabilized back. However, it's kinda complicated to tell it all here but it did involved alot of emotions and tears.However, enuff saying, I am now happy, surrounded with all people who love and care for me. Thanx so much &amp;amp; love ya♥ dearies =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok now here comes the best part----RAYA~~~ LOL okay, I sound like 10 year old kid already HAHA. But I did helped out with the preparations. The major thing was painting my granny's living room. Thanx to my uncle who did a "good" job, my granny was unsatisfied and asked me &amp;amp; my sis to repaint it &gt;,&gt; But it paid off. I got RM100 which inclusive of RM20 in green packet while my sis got extra RM10 coz she helped her with the raya biscuits. Still, I won't have chance to spend this money i got coz it will go to my mom as paying my debts to her =3= haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok lor, my mom is nagging already, coz we are going back to my dad's hometown in Kuantan now. I mean it, NOW..So, I will update you guys about the raya celebration...if I can online there okay &gt;.&lt;(do pray tht sum1 will bring a lappie &amp;amp; my broadband got coverage there) Chiaoz!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-7273420665073078891?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/7273420665073078891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=7273420665073078891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7273420665073078891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7273420665073078891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-monthly-updates.html' title='LOL Monthly updates &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-8895450353574211730</id><published>2009-08-27T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:56:03.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wowser... I felt like I've neglected this blog for quite some time. Well, abit busy in figuring out what to do with all this and that which kinda messed up my mind and heart. But no worries, so far I'm good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just me &amp;amp; my boo is currently sick, having fever. Well, it's because both of us have weak immune system. But, it's just one of the norms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I rarely play Habbo now. Dunno why but I am more on Myspace instead, playing Mobster LOL. I will on Habbo when I'm DJ ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Currently, I feel like making a new song clip. The song I chose? Cry by Rihanna. Practicing it now, and will record it soon. Found the instrumental already so just need to do my vocal clips to be mixed n wallah~~ one song clip done! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work? Well as usual, tiring but what to do, I am on my own. My parents don't support me anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, I wanna take this opportunity to wish all Muslims out there "Happy Eid' Mubarak". Hope you all will utilize this month of blessings with good deeds &amp;amp; charity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wish I can fix all the broken friendship that I have now. So to those who considered my ex friends, I missed our time together. It's not I want to fight with you all, but by hurting me, you didn't give me choice, but to be away from you. I wish we can be friends again. If you want, you know where to find me =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-8895450353574211730?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8895450353574211730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=8895450353574211730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8895450353574211730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8895450353574211730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-6481903312842739077</id><published>2009-08-09T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:10:38.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a journey of joy &amp; tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love in reality, is not even close to "happy-ever-after" story. Love is about 2 hearts, 2 minds, 2 souls become an item. Love is like coffee, has its own sweetness in the bitter taste. You will be suffer, happy, angry, sad, cry, laugh and depressed because of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love him, eventhough it will hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;I care for him, eventhough it might cause my own life to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I trust him, eventhough people around me try to create doubts on him.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in him, even with the slightest hope that we might have.&lt;br /&gt;Because in deepest of hearts, I know that he loves me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These principles make me stronger in going through the challenges of being in love. Undeniable, at some points, I just wish that I could give up. At times, I feel tired, and helpless. But, these are the tests, to see how much I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tears and joy that I felt while loving him is worth every each of it. No one can replace him in my heart. And dar, I just want you to know, you are the world to me &amp;amp; I love you ♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-6481903312842739077?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/6481903312842739077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=6481903312842739077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/6481903312842739077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/6481903312842739077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-journey-of-joy-tears.html' title='Love is a journey of joy &amp; tears'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4333961676435096494</id><published>2009-08-06T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:27:25.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I know... that I hate you for everything =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be frank, this week is kinda worst for me. One after one thing happened, and now, early this morning, my instinct told me to check on this one blog &lt;em&gt;(seriously this instinct is driving me insane, too much truth revealed)&lt;/em&gt;, and I found out that one of my virtual ex-BF &lt;em&gt;(well that's for him, but for me, virtually or reality, he still attached to me, coz I'm a human, not a programme, duh =.=)&lt;/em&gt; is a Hepatitis B carrier. And eventually he might be end up with liver cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I know why he keep saying "I don't like to be serious". Probably if he become serious, he will keep thinking of serious matters like this. And I was thinking, why he keep hurting me in the first place. Fight then peace then fight again. Dang, I never thought he really mean it. He told me once or twice that he is somewhat confused. And now, he find fault again with me, and we fought again. Haiz. I never like this. I really dunno what he wanted from me. Now, we didn't talk to each other anymore. And, somehow I feel like I hate him. &lt;em&gt;(feel like dedicating the song "7 Things" by Miley Cyrus to him, haha)&lt;/em&gt; So, to you, well, you know who you are, and I know you will read this, so here's 7 things that I hate about you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate that you played with my heart, saying that you loved me but you never did;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate that you never told me that you are sick;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate that you try to make me hate you by annoying and hurting me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate you because whatever you do, I still can accept you as my friend everytime you said that you are sorry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate that you find me when no one for you to talk to or accompany you,as if I am your last resort;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate that you always show like you never care about what I feel; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate you because you made me believed that you loved me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, now, if this is what you want, if you really want me to hate you, all you need to do is just ask me to do so. I know that finally you are happy now with the girl that you want. Although if you think that I'm being cruel to you recently, think back about all the things that you did to me, and think back if you were being more cruel than I am now. You are very pro in making people cry. But, still, whatever issit, I always pray for your health and your happiness with your beloved one, along with my other good friends. Amin~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-4333961676435096494?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4333961676435096494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4333961676435096494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4333961676435096494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4333961676435096494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-that-i-know-that-i-hate-you-for.html' title='Now that I know... that I hate you for everything =('/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-5798163908564933706</id><published>2009-08-06T03:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:00:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Me? Bad Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alot of people didn't know, that I am also like other typical humans, having these good and bad attributes. Kinda more like 2 extremes. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Extra nice @ Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Extra evil @ Heartless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So let us explore the both sides of me. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Extra nice @ Thoughtful me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I love or care about someone, I would risk my life for him/her (seriously it happened, my parents scolded me, but I don't care? =P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will do my best to help my friends and loved ones in any way, as much as I could, to the extent that I neglected myself (yes, even my life)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My goal of life: to make those who I care and love happy and out of sorrows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Extra evil @ Heartless me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone hurt me, especially someone that I know and close to me, I won't care about him/her from that time onwards..I mean it, I don't care if he/she is dead also (Do explain yourself , or apologise if you find out that I am hurt by you, or this will be your fate)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hardly forgive people (not that I don't forgive at all ,but it won't be easy) and it takes time for me to do that. It might take weeks, months, even years (try piss me off if you are patient enough)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won't give face to those who hurt or do something bad to the ones that I care for (Yes, i will hunt you down, trust me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So that's a little bit about my sides. Oh, come on, everyone will have the both sides, including myself. And seriously, I am not afraid to say that I'm imperfect and trying hard to be a better person. Love me or hate me, it's your choice coz this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-5798163908564933706?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/5798163908564933706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=5798163908564933706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5798163908564933706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5798163908564933706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-me-bad-me.html' title='Good Me? Bad Me?'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4811366415931279837</id><published>2009-08-01T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:09:40.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This instinct...issit a gift or a curse? =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a gloomy day. I always tell all my close friends and whoever is close to me, don't ever think to lie to me. It's not that I'm the one who search the truth, it is me who will be dragged to the truth. I wish I won't know coz most of the truth are painful.Seriously, hate it when it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hows this instinct works? Well, it will direct me or urge me to do things that I also dunno why I want to do it. It's like someone telling you to do things, and when you did it, all truth will be revealed. I used to appreciate this instinct but right now it driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was playing around with a programme, and somehow, I've found out that someone is lying to me. But I never get angry coz maybe he has reasons to lie. And I was damn naive, so I told him that I know. The thing that I know, it's not that I was working on it, try to find the truth. It came out while I was playing around. I wasn't gonna do anything with the info that I got. Like I said, I was playing around with the tool and suddenly I knew all. More like an incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, he thought I am meant to do so. My dear friend, is this how you trust a friend? Do you think I'm gonna harm you, stab you at the back? Dang it, I don't do such things to my friends la. For what? I told you so that I won't keep any secret from you, being transparent to you. That's all. Why you always think bad about me?I ain't gonna do anything with it ok. Just for God's sake, I found out about it. It's not I was really wanna find it. It's just revealed. Can't you understand? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-4811366415931279837?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4811366415931279837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4811366415931279837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4811366415931279837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4811366415931279837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-instinctissit-gift-or-curse.html' title='This instinct...issit a gift or a curse? =('/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4352425765248633512</id><published>2009-07-29T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:09:52.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Friendship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always got this question from various people, will I pick love or friendship? For me, I will pick love. Why? Love is a very universal word. I love myself, I love my baby Fadz, I love my sisters, I love my parents and I love all my best friends, either it a guy or a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends? We can get them anywhere, anytime. Friends come and go, but not close friends or true friends. They are &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;. When it comes to close, best and true friends, there's no more friendship there, it's now called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;COMPANIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;, a connection that is built with trust and love. These people are hard to be found, almost similar with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Based through my experience, it's super hard to meet someone that you love, and he/she loves you back. Seriously dang &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;. But now, I am really thankful, that I've found him. Yup, that's my baby Fadz ^^ Dar, I love you~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, there are alot of people who misunderstand my love for them. Most of them , are the guys who I had loved before. Okay, I really want to clear this up, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to those who I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before [including my ex BFs], and those who I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a crush on you guys, my sentence here is obviously showed that was in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Right now, most of you guys are my good friends, being loved and care by me as my good friends. Coz there's only one love of my life right now, and my blog is full of him. That's my dar &lt;strong&gt;Fadz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I making this statement? Coz I hate to lose friends due to these misunderstandings. There is no way I can love 2 guys as my partner in the same time. Do be clear with that. There's only one king of my heart, that's the fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, if you guys still want to misunderstand that I love you guys same like before, it's your call. I already explained it up there so yeah, up to you now. I don't wanna lose friends, but if you guys still think like this, I can't say anything anymore.Haiz. Why you guys make it hard for me? =.=;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-4352425765248633512?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4352425765248633512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4352425765248633512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4352425765248633512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4352425765248633512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-or-friendship.html' title='Love or Friendship?'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-342693916143590611</id><published>2009-07-25T11:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:11:48.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A heartbreaking fact ... that I can't ever accept =|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you guys know, if you care about someone - your family, BF, best friends; you will have this one instinct that connects you to them, as to feel what they feel, to have signs that something is wrong with them? For myself, this thing is very strong, coz I will be simply feel unease when something is happening to the ones I care for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The heartbreaking fact...knowing that sooner or later I'll be losing one of my closest friends due to his sickness, enough to make me cry everyday. Everyday, counting moments that I can spend with him, it's hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; to be frank, I am hard to be understood - my attitude, way of thinking, life principles. Whoever made it to figure it out all that, they will have special place in my heart. And now, I will lose one of them, dunno when but its gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preparing myself to face the fact? It won't be done. I am not that strong...and that's why I cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I think about it or it crosses my mind. These people, I love them so much because being a part of my life, regardless to how important they are to me, I love them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To this person, I just wanna tell you that I do care for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love you and I wanna thank you for being one of those who understands me well,&lt;br /&gt;spending your time listening to my craps and whining, complaining about my life,&lt;br /&gt;and thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you never failed to make me laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your place in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;together with my family and my beloved one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our friendship is one of the most precious possessions that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To this someone, I want you to know that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;along with your family and everyone who knows it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I will always be there for you and you can come to me anytime you want. No doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You might not know that I care for you this much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but you are one of the persons who knows me in and out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how you did it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but thanks for understanding me and caring for me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For the time being, you are the one who need my care and all people who loves you and that's what I will give to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-342693916143590611?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/342693916143590611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=342693916143590611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/342693916143590611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/342693916143590611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbreaking-fact-that-i-cant-ever.html' title='A heartbreaking fact ... that I can&apos;t ever accept =|'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-7891846659367411275</id><published>2009-07-21T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:13:03.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alrite, where should I start eh? Ok, study 1st. Now I'm in my final semester (really hope it's the end) and I am struggling with my theses, as usual. Meanwhile, to find extra cash, I am working in 7-Eleven in Taman Melawati, Ulu Klang, Selangor. Those who live nearby, drop in once awhile ya, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, next.My love life? Happily attached to my Boo, &lt;strong&gt;Mr.Fadzrin&lt;/strong&gt;. Still teaching him tuition, and preparing him for PMR. Well, I bet he is nervous about it. I was like that too. But, I will help him overcome that =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, social life? Er, I am in the good terms back with 2 of my ex-friends, Henri and Iskandar. Finally, I think they understood me. Guys, I just don't wanna be hurt again. Not gonna take that risk again. Somemore my hunny bee is always be with me, thanx dar ♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What else ya? Oh, my family? Well, they are all alright. Juin had gone back to Bangi for her 2nd semester in KPTM, Niena is er... preparing [I think] for SPM and the rascal Ninie is always in mischievous mode. Well, there are times I feel like killing them but this is what we called sisterhood aite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I think, that's all for now.. will be back with more info =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-7891846659367411275?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/7891846659367411275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=7891846659367411275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7891846659367411275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/7891846659367411275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='Updates =)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1970117682750593445</id><published>2009-07-11T03:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:46:39.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Worms~~~ =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha, I think Fadz &amp;amp; I are evolving to become bookworms LOL. Well, we went to the National Library yesterday. At first,we went there to find sources for Fadz's coursework. But somehow, Fadz found excitement being surrounded by lotsa books, so he asked me to go with him again today, just to chill out and diggin' our heads into the books there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a good thing since he loves reading and that will help him out in the incoming exam this September. And I am responsible to ensure that he will pass with flying colours. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, later in the evening, we walked to Taman Titiwangsa, a big park which located near the library. We sat by the lake for awhile before we headed home. We had a great time and I feel that we are closer every each moment. Here's a pic that we took while in the Library:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356918467224948690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/SleY9rmsT9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/JXHAGcvx8Qw/s320/emyfadz.at.library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2767296826352570581-1970117682750593445?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1970117682750593445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1970117682750593445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1970117682750593445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1970117682750593445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-worms-p.html' title='Book Worms~~~ =P'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/SleY9rmsT9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/JXHAGcvx8Qw/s72-c/emyfadz.at.library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-6270237022893556894</id><published>2009-07-10T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:38:05.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha!! What A Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a story about a bimbo who wrote things about me, my love life and why I hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well hey there bimbo [you know who you are, and I don't want to dirty up my blog with ur fuckin' name],&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you why I hate you, and read this CLEARLY, IT'S NOT EVEN ONE DOT ABOUT MY BF.I hate you because you hurt my good friend which you don't even have goddam rights to do that. If you don't like him, why the fuck that you accept him for? Then easily dump him like a trash. Remember, stinkin' whore, what goes around...comes around. That's how karma works. And you ain't fuckin' escaping from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you said I am jealous of you? oh, puh-leassse, if I die now &amp;amp; reborn also, there is no way I will be jealous of a cheap slut like you. What did you said? My BF liked you before? What I can see, whore..it's you who have been stalking him in Habbo when we were just coupled. You think I didn't see that? I heck care coz I trust him &amp;amp; that time I didn't know that you are a slut. But now I know, you are one fuckin' moron who think you are damn beautiful and you can hide ur slut-ness attitude by wearing hijab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And who are you to tell me what's wrong and what's right? A God? Damn, you are not even qualified to say things to me, slut. Coz you know what? Whatever is it, I am happy with my BF and you can't do anything about it , dumbass. And I was thinking, why you're even fucking care about us? Coz you didn't got him? Ha ha ha, obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So don't ruin the reputation of those gurls who wear hijab with your fuckin' act. Sheesh, get a life la moron!! You don't know with who you are playing now, whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-6270237022893556894?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/6270237022893556894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=6270237022893556894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/6270237022893556894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/6270237022893556894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-ha-ha-what-joke.html' title='Ha Ha Ha!! What A Joke'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1775332949412529311</id><published>2009-07-05T11:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:33:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Lesson 1 - Idioms =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day in my class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Students, today we will learn about idioms whereby we will use certain phrases to describe something or someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Student: Can you give us some examples, madam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Yes.For instance, "once in a blue moon" or "out of the blue". We will use it to describe an event or action that rarely happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Student: Er, teacher, there is no such thing as a blue moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(other students were laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Correct, nothing such, but that is the way we picture it. It's almost impossible to see a blue moon right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Student: Teacher, is there any idiom that we usually use in daily conversations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: (Thinking) Well, one simplest example is "no balls".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Students: No balls?!!! (All boys were looking down at their pants with panicked face then one of them named Matt was asking..) Teacher, how you know who don't have balls? *blurs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Haha, relax Matt. Don't worry. I won't be checking on you if you have it or not though. That will be super nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl students: Ewwwwwwwwwwww, nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Okay, okay. Settle down, class. When we said a person, most probably a guy have "no balls", that means he is a coward or in other words, he has no guts to do the task that he should do. Why is it so? That "balls" symbolised men and men symbolised bravery. So without it, you are not considered as a man. Is it clear, class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Yes, teacher.(The boys look a little bit relieved and they continue practicing on using idioms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Okay, before we end our class, let us revise what we've learnt today. Class, if something odd happen, what will we say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Class: It's out of the blue, teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Okay, if that guy is coward, what will we say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Class: He has no balls, teacher. (Followed by laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teacher: Good, class dismissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morale of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;English aren't made so that we can translate it directly from other languages. Do improvise your English knowledge &lt;strong&gt;(especially spelling and vocabulary)&lt;/strong&gt; before you use it or you might end up being a laughing stock. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not wrong to be a beginner but it looks dumb to act pro while you are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1775332949412529311?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1775332949412529311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1775332949412529311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1775332949412529311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1775332949412529311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/english-lesson-1-idioms.html' title='English Lesson 1 - Idioms =)'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3905869023299075508</id><published>2009-07-04T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:48:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a fact! accept it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/Sk60cSFHonI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_R1PkukaNVQ/s1600-h/fadzemy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354415404972745330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/Sk60cSFHonI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_R1PkukaNVQ/s400/fadzemy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true, it ain't a lie, I love him more than I love myself, I would rather die than God take him away for me. My dear friends, do pray for us while we will be strong and face all challenges in life together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar, I love u so much♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-3905869023299075508?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3905869023299075508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3905869023299075508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3905869023299075508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3905869023299075508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-fact-accept-it.html' title='This is a fact! accept it'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/Sk60cSFHonI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_R1PkukaNVQ/s72-c/fadzemy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1035661653679845584</id><published>2009-07-04T08:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:57:12.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed... I hate lamers =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dammit, I feel sooooo f***ed up. Yesterday, I was damn worried about my BF due to some personal probs [soz, it's too confidential] and I was having emotional breakdown. Plus, I was having bad flu due to my allergy to dust. Suddenly, came this guy, tried to advice me, as if he knew everything. Bullshyt la lamer. You never knew anything at all. Dare to sms me, asked me to take care of my BF and don't try to find another guy. Wad the f**k that you are trying to say? I won't be staying up the whole nite worrying about him if I wanna run into other guy. He still dare to say that he knew everything that happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To this lamer, STFU coz you are ain't needed. Stop stuckin' ur damn nose into people's business and ruining people's life. We are damn happy here &amp;amp; don't try to assume things with dicky things that you knew and conclude things as if you know everything. Buzz off!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1035661653679845584?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1035661653679845584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1035661653679845584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1035661653679845584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1035661653679845584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/07/pissed-i-hate-lamers.html' title='Pissed... I hate lamers =.='/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-8842537331597012792</id><published>2009-06-23T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:36:29.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest updates :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG, it's been a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time since I update this blog XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soz, this blog went into ICU for awhile, now it's back to life indeed LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I will tell u guys what's going on lately..but nothing in tht MIA period coz it's abit toooo personal to tell..so yeah.. just gonna update u all with my current state :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, currently I am working as tuition teacher. yup, teaching PMR &amp;amp; SPM students. and yes, it's home tuition. just started tho, got 2 students now and finding a few more [ owh well, I can't cater more than 5 to ensure best service :P ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I am teaching in English for subjects tht English based. And it's kinda my thing coz I was teaching English to my peers during my stay in the uni hostel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Study Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This time around, struggling with my theses and I'm done with my degree. So yes, still in progress. Not much to tell tho :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, this is the best part of my life. Me and Fadz, hmm all I can say, our love journey is full of fun, happy moments and of coz....lotsa love too. Two days and we will have our 2 month's anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tell you what, in my whole life, I have never love someone the way I love him, and the best thing, he loves me too. Some people will be disgusted with this, calling me mushy whatsoever, but what I know, I won't let him go and same with him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, that's everything at the moment. And I am happy than ever and I hope everyone will be happy too =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-8842537331597012792?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8842537331597012792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=8842537331597012792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8842537331597012792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8842537331597012792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-updates-d.html' title='Latest updates :D'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4050427137217269443</id><published>2009-05-15T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:22:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥My HeartBeat♥</title><content type='html'>This song is what I feel about my darling Fadzrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, ku ingin kamu♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Romance - Ku Ingin Kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demi semua yang aku jalani bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;kuingin kau jadi milikku&lt;br /&gt;kuingin kau disampingku&lt;br /&gt;tanpa dirimu ku hanya manusia tanpa cinta&lt;br /&gt;dan hanya dirimu yang bisa&lt;br /&gt;membawa surga dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ref:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuingin engkau menjadi milikku&lt;br /&gt;aku akan mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;menjagamu selama hidupku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku kan berjanji&lt;br /&gt;hanya kaulah yang kusayangi&lt;br /&gt;ku akan setia disini&lt;br /&gt;menemani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentuhanmu&lt;br /&gt;bagaikan tangan sang dewi cinta&lt;br /&gt;yang berhiaskan bunga asmara&lt;br /&gt;dan membuatku tak kuasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to ref&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di setiap arung gerak&lt;br /&gt;tersimpan di hati kecilku&lt;br /&gt;bahwa dirimu terindah untukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to ref&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ref2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama ku masih bisa bertahan&lt;br /&gt;selama ku masih bisa bernapas&lt;br /&gt;selama Tuhan masih mengijinkan&lt;br /&gt;kuingin selalu menjagamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to ref2 [3x]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama ku masih bisa bertahan&lt;br /&gt;selama ku masih bisa bernapas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-4050427137217269443?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4050427137217269443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4050427137217269443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4050427137217269443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4050427137217269443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-heartbeat.html' title='♥My HeartBeat♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-2003853609735408710</id><published>2009-05-14T04:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:33:27.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Love of My Life ♥ My Mr.Right ♥ My Everything ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, the question is answered. Out of all guys that I know, I fell deeply in love with this one wonderful guy. And I never thought I will be loved till to this extent.Still, the way we patched up wasn't that easy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of issues came up. Wanna know how it begins? Lemme tell you the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;His name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fadzrin&lt;/span&gt;, love to be called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fadz&lt;/span&gt;. We met in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Habbo&lt;/span&gt;, few months back. He knew me from a friend and starting to know each other when he started tuning into my show. At first, I didn't really talk to him because I was attached so I didn't mix around with guys much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then not long after that I broke up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my stead got other girl. So all my friends was trying to cheer me up, including him. I realised that he tried to know me better since he asked my Yahoo ID and we exchanged our mobile numbers. But I was mad at him because he didn't picked up my call. I didn't talked to him for 2 days because of this. Then he came to me and apologised. He explained that his mom was near him when I called and he was kinda shy to talk in front of her, and that time was quite late. Since he apologised, my heart cooled off but he need to make it up to me by calling me. So he did and we talked for like an hour or so , while I was deejaying. And we became closer after our first conversation on the phone. Since that day, I had a crush on him but I kept it to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So as time passes, we become closer till one day, I was curious abut his feelings for me. So, I asked him about it. But the answer, was rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;. He said he love me as family, more like a sister. Deep in my heart, I knew it wasn't like that. Something was not right. So, I decided to treat him as family too (because currently that time I treated him more like someone I love).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, I wasn't really talked to him after that, apart for being heartbroken. Then after few days, he came to me. Still in the cold air, we talked, and he finally confessed that he loves me. That time, I knew I was right. Well, it was his first time, so he wasn't sure of himself. He started to realised it when we were apart. I told him before that "You wouldn't know it's love till you lost it". And that's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2009, the beginning of our love journey. From that day,we started to know more about each other, trying to understand better, accompanying each other everyday, sharing stories, laughs and tears, and I never felt happier than now. I felt our love is so strong till I can't live a single day without him. And the best part is, he felt the same way too ♥_♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;First date? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, he was late about 35 minutes. Still, love it, we went for a movie with our best friend, Fie at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; movies back to back. One action, one horror. The horror movie, we both got damn scared. Felt like jumping off our seats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But we had a great time there. Fie went on his own after movies and I went with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dar&lt;/span&gt;. He accompanied me for lunch and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kinokuniya&lt;/span&gt; to see some books. Frankly, he is a shy guy. I love to look at him, teasing him in a way. But, seriously, I've never felt so much love before. Being with him,the feeling can't even described with words. Like a blessing. On our way back, I accompanied him till his mom came and that was the end of our first date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/SgtlltgOUGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/raQIgcyjdto/s1600-h/fadzemy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335469882094800994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/SgtlltgOUGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/raQIgcyjdto/s320/fadzemy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-2003853609735408710?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/2003853609735408710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=2003853609735408710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2003853609735408710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/2003853609735408710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-of-my-life-my-mrright-my.html' title='♥ Love of My Life ♥ My Mr.Right ♥ My Everything ♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44Uxo0ChHqE/SgtlltgOUGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/raQIgcyjdto/s72-c/fadzemy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3474584249792242004</id><published>2009-05-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:31:49.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Friends Bye . . . You ain't worth a friendship :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow....it has been 3 weeks since my last post in here. Well, kinda busy for awhile tho. Anyways, last week was bad. I've lost 2 friends (they are still alive, no worries) because of their attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, can you call someone a friend when  he said that he will waste 20cents if he contact you? I was damn upset. Never thought that I have this kinda friend ever (he was my ex BF too =.=). When we keep in touch, I never care how much I spent on calling him or what. Haih...so frustrating. This is why I think he don't deserve my concern as a friend. Not worth at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another one was my ex BF too. But this one, I don't really get him. I mean he can change his heart everyday. Last 2 days he said he loves me, then yesterday he said he love his classmate, and today he said he love the girl that made us broke up. WTF. He thinks loving someone is like changing clothes or something. I can't stand it, since ever till now, still playing with my heart. I can't stand his games anymore. Is he insane? Well, I think so. Bleh =.=.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-3474584249792242004?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3474584249792242004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3474584249792242004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3474584249792242004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3474584249792242004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-friends-bye-you-aint-worth.html' title='Bye Friends Bye . . . You ain&apos;t worth a friendship :('/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1812329384119744082</id><published>2009-04-18T04:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:42:22.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got promoted :o</title><content type='html'>What a weird day. I was asleep for the whole day since I am not feeling well. Having fever, not feeling well. So, i went to Great.La and I saw someone tag my homepage. It was Daniel congratulated me o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!! I got promoted to Senior DJ in &lt;a href="http://www.great.la/"&gt;http://www.great.la/&lt;/a&gt; o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to check the news, then I was sure, it ain't a late April Fool. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now, I celebrated it by hosting game during my DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna take this opportunity to thank all who support me throughout my DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arigato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gozaimasu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;minna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt;!!! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1812329384119744082?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1812329384119744082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1812329384119744082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1812329384119744082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1812329384119744082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-promoted-o.html' title='I got promoted :o'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1667918328636258818</id><published>2009-04-10T05:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:01:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haih . . . I wish  @_@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am wondering, why it's so easy to hurt but so dam hard to take care of someone's heart =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I seriously dunno what the hell did I do till I got hurt so many times by alot of ppl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wish they will learn to be abit sensitive so they can sense if something is wrong. Sometimes I think that I am the only person who trying so hard to satisfy everyone but in the end no one cares about my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish there's someone who always be there with me, sharing all our sorrows and joy, understands what I am going through, always support me &amp;amp; never leave my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the most important thing, he love me more than anything in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh where oh where are you , my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr. Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Or issit me who never realise your existence? o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1667918328636258818?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1667918328636258818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1667918328636258818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1667918328636258818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1667918328636258818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/04/haih-i-wish.html' title='Haih . . . I wish  @_@'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-5893095787608045832</id><published>2009-04-07T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:12:25.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is going on? -.-!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, now... everything is changed. I dunno what happened but some of my friends were quarreling and I really dunno what to do. Feel like being teared apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guys, I love you all, but please... don't make me a victim just becoz you guys can't get along anymore. I don't wanna be a part of your crisis. Coz I love you all, and I don't wanna take side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please understand me. I don't wanna involve, not that I don't care, but I don't wanna lose anyone in this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry if I dissapoint any of you. Believe me, I don't mean to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-5893095787608045832?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/5893095787608045832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=5893095787608045832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5893095787608045832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5893095787608045832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/04/wtf-is-going-on.html' title='WTF is going on? -.-!!'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-8042736711221158261</id><published>2009-04-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:07:25.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Working Day :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm... how I felt? I enjoyed working at DD. Being around my favourite food WAAKAKAK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the ways, got some new friends, got my hands on deco-ing the donuts &amp;amp; making those mouth watering croissant sandwiches. Best part, coffee beverages ♥.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, love it. Why? Coz this is one part time job that I do which really take me as part time staff. Flexible schedule, meal time, and if I am sick, I don't need work but  my salary won't be chop off , just they won't pay salary for that particular day, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I didn't felt bored coz there's always got things to do :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-8042736711221158261?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8042736711221158261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=8042736711221158261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8042736711221158261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8042736711221158261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-working-day-d.html' title='First Working Day :D'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3438362224965106507</id><published>2009-04-05T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:48:41.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! TVXQ Song featured in Fast &amp; Furious 4???!!! Awesome ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today my sis &amp;amp; I went to watch Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4. It was so awesome that there was not even a moment that  I felt bored watching it. There's one scene when Paul Walker was chasing this 1 guy. I was so excited seeing them jumping across rooftops, like parkour thingy liddat. Then got background music &amp;amp; it sounded so familiar. OMG!!! It was Rising Sun, sang by TVXQ ♥.♥ I was soo dang happy that one of my favourite song featured in this superb movie! Click this link ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZ69jS5ie3g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZ69jS5ie3g&lt;/a&gt; to see its MV. Love it =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we went to find white shirt and black slacks - my temporary uniform before I get the real one. Can't wait to start my job :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-3438362224965106507?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3438362224965106507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3438362224965106507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3438362224965106507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3438362224965106507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-tvxq-song-featured-in-fast-furious.html' title='OMG!!! TVXQ Song featured in Fast &amp; Furious 4???!!! Awesome ♥'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-5501326615267278890</id><published>2009-04-04T18:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:03:49.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mixture of Feelings [I dunno if I am ok with it] =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last three days had became typical days for me - spend time in online the whole day. Boring? Erm, abit but still ok la. Few things had happened so I will tell you guys abit of everything ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOB thingy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;About the job, I rejected already after went for the briefing. Since I am finishing my thesis, there is no way I can cope with the extra workload from the job. Somemore, I was thinking of working so I will have some pocket money while I am finishing my studies.So, I decided to find some typical part time jobs &amp;amp; guess what, I will be working at Dunkin' Donut as part time crew starting from this Monday. On weekends, I will probably helping my uncle by being Dj at his functions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;State of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last nite was like a disaster, I was trapped in the confusion again, I called it "Half Heart Syndrome". Why? Coz half of my heart is contradicting with another half. I love him and right now he's with someone else. A part of myself don't really mind about it but another half is hurt  by it. Coz by this confusion state, I was crying for nearly 3 hours, trying to figure out what to do. I know he treat me good, care about me but somehow I feel there's a gap between us. I dunno what causes it, but I do know that I need to do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So halves of my heart were having a war last nite, that's why I cried, coz I was trying to find the solution. And after talking to Bubu and Is, I think and decided that I can't give up on him. Why? Coz I remembered about my own love principle - &lt;strong&gt;"There is no condition in Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When we love someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we didn't put condition that the person should love us&lt;br /&gt;back and be with us all the time. We love someone coz we are blessed and feel&lt;br /&gt;happy by loving him/her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So this is my perception on love, and yet I forgot about it for awhile. So, here I am, still loving him, try to give him the best that I could so he will remember that I always love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Question Mark =.=?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;These couple of weeks, I've been disturbed by an anonymous person with mobile no. 012-xxxxxxx. Today I called up that number and a guy answered it. A very familiar voice. It was my ex BF, Ami, trying to act as his cousin, but epic failed. I recognise voices, especially those who had been very close to me. So I asked him why that he called and texted me. He said he was bored. Then I asked, why he didn't call his GF. He said he don't want (weird BF sia). A question mark really, coz he act like don't want to have good terms with me in front of our friends but at the back, he was trying to reach me. =.= Ok, whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;p/s: Tomorrow, I gonna be a DJ for a wedding function ,kekeke :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-5501326615267278890?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/5501326615267278890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=5501326615267278890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5501326615267278890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5501326615267278890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/04/mixture-of-feelings-i-dunno-if-i-am-ok.html' title='A Mixture of Feelings [I dunno if I am ok with it] =.='/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1065098913748233465</id><published>2009-03-31T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:49:07.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Baskin Robbins extinct? :l</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is 31st of March, which the day that I always waiting for. Why? Coz Baskin Robbins will have discounts on the ice creams. WEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after settling off with various bill payments, I went to KLCC to find the BR31 outlet but guess what?...It's not there anymore. haih. Then I went to Carrefour which another spot that I always goto buy the ice cream, and again.... it's not there anymore =.= Wth?!!! I want my ice cream laaaa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was quite dissapointed that I didn't have my ice cream on 31st like I always did :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ok,run off the topic now XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Earlier today, I got a call from my new workplace. That guy was asking me lotsa question, like another interview, then he said he will get back to me tomorrow. After that call ended, I went to call my agent &amp;amp; informed her about it. She said that guy is one of the higher management, probably the C.E.O. Wtf??!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then she said it's a good thing, coz most of the previous candidates were failed during 1st interview but mine is like going through alot of procedures [1 personal interview &amp;amp; 2 on-call interviews pls =.=] so she asked me to wait till 2moro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Haih, I hate waiting, but never mind, I am prepared especially for the worst. Wakaka, wish me luck? :D&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/2767296826352570581-1065098913748233465?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1065098913748233465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1065098913748233465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1065098913748233465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1065098913748233465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-baskin-robbins-extinct-l.html' title='Is Baskin Robbins extinct? :l'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3145736572932427058</id><published>2009-03-30T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:41:48.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I got it~~~~!!! -dance-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG, I got it ~~~ I got the job XD ,well I've just received the call from my agent, informing me that I had been shortlisted for the job and I need to wait for their call as for them to have an appointment with me in order for them to hand me the offer letter, but anyways I got it, wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I'm not mistaken, my basic salary will be around MYR2k and my working hours are in weekdays, 8pm to 5am. Yeah, you didn't see it wrongly. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8PM to 5AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? Coz I am working following the US local time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wahaha...erk. But that means, when I start working, my weekday shows will be on daytime, no more in night time :( haih, what to do, DJ ing is my hobby &lt;em&gt;[and my life also actually] &lt;/em&gt;but I need to survive for my living too right. So yes, on weekdays, I'll be DJ ing in the afternoon and weekends, I'll be DJ ing at night. But it hasn't yet decided coz ... I didn't start working yet. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So chills, once it is confirmed, I will announce it out. Meanwhile, I'm still ur nocturnal DJ in &lt;a href="http://www.great.la/radio"&gt;http://www.great.la/radio&lt;/a&gt; aites :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-3145736572932427058?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3145736572932427058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3145736572932427058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3145736572932427058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3145736572932427058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-i-got-it-dance.html' title='OMG I got it~~~~!!! -dance-'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-3248121594582399177</id><published>2009-03-30T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:13:38.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habboian Day Out Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arghh...my body is aching badly :( I bet it caused by all the rides we went during our second day out. Well never mind, it was worth it though. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, on that Saturday, due to the tiredness, Henri and I was overslept LOL. We should be meeting Haikal at Sogo around 10am but ended up waking up around 12++pm XD. So we called Kal, and agreed to meet at 2pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I arrived abit late , around 2++pm coz I need to withdraw some money at the bank. So, Henri &amp;amp; Haikal went to the game arcade 1st. Then when I reached there, we went for lunch since Henri &amp;amp; I didn't eat anything yet. So while eating, we chit chatting and deciding on where to go next. Haikal who urged me since Day 1, to go for karaoke in the karaoke box, had suggested that idea. But since there's a RedBox karaoke centre there, I persuaded them to go there rather than using tiny karaoke box in the game arcade&lt;em&gt; [I hate that box -.-].&lt;/em&gt; So they agreed, and it was worth it, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We booked a non-smoking room, and I had registered as a member, so got some extra values. Since it was during Happy Hour, we are paying for rm60 for 3hours plus unlimited drinks &amp;amp; tidbits. Wahaha! So, we sang for that 3hours but Haikal and Henri were kinda shy since it's their first experience &lt;em&gt;[wahahah I am teaching them something new, ain't I?] &lt;/em&gt;and yes, I sang the most songs, duh. But seriously we were having a great time, laughing and singing, which drove me away from my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, that time, after finish karaoke-ing, we headed back to the arcade because those two guys still have tokens left unused. So, I watched them compete in the car race game. Well, for the 1st time, Haikal won over Henri. But once only la, coz the last round, Henri won back LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, Henri should be heading home at 6pm but it got prolonged till 7++pm and his mother rang him quite few times. So, since Henri and I were taking the same train, so we rushed to the station and left Haikal coz he was not sure where to go yet. &lt;em&gt;[don't worry, he is okay :P]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, all reached home before the Earth hour started, I think so. LOL. I was sure I did. And Henri too. But that was the end of 3 most enjoyable days in my life and I am sure 3 of us won't forget all the memories .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-3248121594582399177?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3248121594582399177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=3248121594582399177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3248121594582399177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/3248121594582399177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/03/habboian-day-out-part-3.html' title='Habboian Day Out Part 3'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-8220474771679700263</id><published>2009-03-28T22:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:28:45.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habboian Day Out part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I have mentioned earlier, Henri and I brought Haikal to Berjaya Times Square. First, They accompanied me having my lunch at McD then we headed for Cosmo World, the Indoor Theme Park. Heheh, believe me. I never even go there although I am living in KL, LOL. First time also sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we played all games in there - &lt;strong&gt;Robo Crash&lt;/strong&gt; (bumper cars), &lt;strong&gt;Supersonic Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt; (roller coaster), &lt;strong&gt;Spinning Orbit&lt;/strong&gt; and many more.Haikal was so hesistated to ride the roller coaster and the spinning thingy since he kinda afraid of heights. But Henri and I succeeded in making him go for those rides and that was more than once WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's one thing called &lt;strong&gt;Space Attack&lt;/strong&gt;,whereby I was the only one who dared to ride it. HEHE. Coz that thing will turn 360 degrees vertically . Yup, you will be spinning and hanging upside down for sure. So, I am kinda daring &amp;amp; it was damn fun till I went for that ride twice WOOTS. We did played at the arcade for awhile and Haikal made me played that stupid dance game. So noob in that game pls -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while having fun, there were some bad moments also. Got this one ride called &lt;strong&gt;Oort's Express&lt;/strong&gt; which caused me and Henri having neck pain XD [&lt;em&gt;and believe me, it's still aching&lt;/em&gt;]. The worst part, Haikal puked after riding the Dizzy Izzy. Well, in my case, the spinning movement of the ride made me remembered about my sadness and I cried after that. Henri who couldn't stand seeing crying people went away, not that he didn't care, he just can't bear with the sadness since he knows I am having some problems. So both of them tried to cheer me up by going for another roller coaster ride.WEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go out from the theme park 4 hours and 30mins later and decided to go shopping but lotsa shops were already closed. That time its 9.30pm (so normal for shops in shopping mall to be closed aite XD). But then when we were walking, we bumped into bowling centre. So Haikal dragged me and Henri in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 2 games - Haikal won the 1st game, I won the 2nd. Since this is the first time experience for Henri, I helped to teach him on how to play bowling. Well, undeniable, he is abit blur at first but rapidly showed improvement after that. Way to go Henri!! Not bad for 1st timer eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back home around 11pm++. I was kinda worried coz last LRT to my place is at 11.30pm. Thank God I managed to reach home., PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that was the end of our Day Out part 2. Next, I will tell you all about part 3 K. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-8220474771679700263?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8220474771679700263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=8220474771679700263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8220474771679700263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/8220474771679700263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/03/habboian-day-out-part-2.html' title='Habboian Day Out part 2'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-1383962964905812287</id><published>2009-03-28T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:48:55.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak Hotel ~ This is a Heartbreak Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The worst thing that I was afraid of happened yesterday. I should have known that he came back just to hurt me again. How stupid I was, accepting him for the 3rd time, and again he ruined my heart. I should have known he is the biggest liar of all. As the result, I removed him from everywhere - habbo, YM and all. My heart ached like hell. What did I do wrong? Why he keep coming back? I don't know the answers for these questions. What I know now, there is NO WAY I will forgive him and accept him in my life. ISKANDAR JUST GO TO HELL PLZ -.-!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while I was DJ ing in &lt;a href="http://www.great.la/radio"&gt;http://www.great.la/radio&lt;/a&gt; , he can PM me and ask me to be friends again. My foot la!! He never have heart issit ? He just broke my heart and dared to ask me to become friends without even apologising =.= I said "NO" like from the start till the end of conversation, then I try to figure out how to stop him. Then someone requested me to sing the song entitled &lt;strong&gt;"Wrong Number". &lt;/strong&gt;So I dedicated this song to him [yup, I mentioned his name] with message "You can go to hell". Sound harsh? Well, i mean it. This is the translation of that song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You call me at least twelve times a day to check,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If by chance, I'm on the line with somebody, you leave a suspicious message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who would I be talking with at this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It gets so hard for me, when you make up a girl who doesn't even exist, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You trap me in the words of love, the annoying scoldings pile up, turning into attachement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I want to forget you; I'll make sure you don't appear on my phone again, I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm sorry. You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So don't call me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As if you're my mother, you know my whole day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You're always worried about who I am with, as if it's for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You try to make an excuse by saying you were curious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But the extreme restrictions just make love more painful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What would be the good of hanging onto a hung up call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The words I hear are clear, what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm sorry. You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So don't call me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm sorry. You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So don't call me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'll erase it all; I'll change it all; the password which reminds me of the times of you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'll erase your ringtone which rang everything my name appeared on your phone, reset, reset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wow, I think I'll go crazy, I'll appreciate it if you shut up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm like a stupid fish in your net, can't it be enough like this? Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Your words of love scrape my skin, it becomes dim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My head starts to hurt again, I'm starting to hear auditory hallucinations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As if you're interested, as if it's for me; i'm just your item,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You don't have to be nervous by the word No, just let me go, say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Help me so I can escape, say, we're already too far to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You got the wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm sorry. You got the wrong number, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So don't call me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I want to escape from you now, don't call me again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Don't hold onto a person that has left, just let me go, just let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mirr told me he was dam angry :P because of that. Good for him LOL. He said that I'm immatured. Look who's talking pls. -.= Whatever la, one thing for sure , there is no such guy named "Nik Danial Iskandar Shah" in my life anymore. Full Stop :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on people. Seriously this guy is not worth even a dicky bird from me *nod*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-1383962964905812287?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/1383962964905812287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=1383962964905812287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1383962964905812287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/1383962964905812287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/03/heartbreak-hotel-this-is-heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak Hotel ~ This is a Heartbreak Hotel'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-4362841534581460796</id><published>2009-03-26T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:45:31.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1 - Interview &amp; Habboians Day Out Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG, guess what ? I was overslept today. The interview should be at 10am but I woke up at 9am. And the interview place is dang far .zzzzzzzzzzzzz =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But thanx to my agent, she rearranged the interview with reason: I stucked in traffic jam XD&lt;br /&gt;And seriously we hardly find the place -.- It was dang confusing, the address brought us to the wrong place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I went for the interview, its like dang hard, so many questions, but all I can see is my chances is like 50/50 because the interviewer leader said, "do you have any issues for training this weekend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I see there's still got hope for that job. But ouh well, if I don't get it, there like 1000 jobs I can find now, if I put effort to find it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the interview ended, I had my lunch at BK which was Double Mushroom Swiss set, and that seriously made me drooling , so yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;As in title, there's 2 events for today. Second event was the Habboians Day Out. What I mean by this?Well, actually, 1 of my Habbo friends named Haikal came from Pahang to KL with his family since his father have some matters to be settled here. So me &amp;amp; Henri become the hosts to bring him around KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this evening, three of us met for the 1st time at Sogo. Haikal looked like typical Malay guy, not so tall, just normal type. While Henri is fair, tall, thin guy, can considered as good looking but it's expected since he is Malay-Chi mixed blood. Before I met these guys, I did some shoe shopping for myself and my mom , hahaha salary day pls XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the story.What we did today was spending our time playing in the arcade, and I owned in combat game pls, but very noob in car race game. And for that game, Henri is the pro 1 de. Haikal is like a good competitor also, but depends on his luck la.&lt;br /&gt;But, basically, we had great time laughing together, and it's for real. No more online, we are now real friends YAY!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell you what, tomorrow we will go out again. This time we will bring Haikal to Berjaya Times Square, to experience the Indoor Theme Park. Well, for more details on this, check the post tomorrow K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehehee peace out (^.^)V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-4362841534581460796?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4362841534581460796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=4362841534581460796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4362841534581460796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/4362841534581460796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-in-1-interview-habboians-day-out.html' title='2 in 1 - Interview &amp; Habboians Day Out Part 1'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2767296826352570581.post-5787493995225029130</id><published>2009-03-26T04:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:26:57.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Begins ~~♫</title><content type='html'>Why it begins today? Well it's been 2 days since I quitted my job in Astro. And today, I will having my final interview for Customer Assurance Executive. I already passed the 1st &amp;amp; 2nd round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous? A lil' bit I suppose. But chill people. It's only an interview. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about this job I am chasing now. If I get this job, I will be handling customers from the States. The salary is quite satisfying though, compared to my previous salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till this moment, I can't sleep.An insomniac is in the making wakakaka XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see the verdict :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I miss my dar Is so much :(  But at least he did online in the morning. Still, 2moro I don't think that I can meet him since the final interview need me to go out as early as 8am. haih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2767296826352570581-5787493995225029130?l=emymaxsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/5787493995225029130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2767296826352570581&amp;postID=5787493995225029130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5787493995225029130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2767296826352570581/posts/default/5787493995225029130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emymaxsakura.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-begins.html' title='The Journey Begins ~~♫'/><author><name>eMyMaX_sAkUrA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08563771805264304905</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/_44Uxo0ChHqE/TMXRu82pNqI/AAAAAAAAALA/zL9va0JWAfw/S220/DSC03823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
