<?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-3322259727159255032</id><updated>2011-11-29T12:08:07.970+08:00</updated><category term='he&apos;s all yours.'/><category term='i miss you like crazy.'/><category term='JOHOR here i CUM'/><category term='i hope u&apos;re reading this'/><category term='thank&apos;s for reading this lame post.'/><category term='those feelings are starting to fade.'/><category term='aku cinta dia.'/><category term='a week more.'/><category term='life&apos;s good.'/><category term='i&apos;m afraid of nothing.'/><category term='life&apos;s good without you.'/><category term='hehe.'/><category term='she said. so what now ?'/><category term='Get yourself a huge mirror.'/><category term='im moving on even w/o ur presence.'/><category term='f u n n y l a a s e y y'/><category term='so whats next ?'/><category term='im lost without your love.'/><category term='dont go.'/><category term='idiotic moron.'/><category term='mimyee dangdutdutdutgendut.'/><category term='pain is inevitable'/><category term='Cameron Highland'/><category term='feverkasutbaruu.'/><category term='I love it'/><category term='his pelat-ness is CUTE.'/><category term='im so full.'/><category term='laughing'/><category term='hey boy.'/><category term='Ash baby.'/><category term='RIP.'/><category term='im sososo SICK'/><category term='is this what you call love ?'/><category term='loads of memories are kept inside my head...i gona mish u trainers..'/><category term='anuther obstacle ahead of me.'/><category term='I LOVE FANDY'/><category term='Lost in love.'/><category term='he&apos;s cute.'/><category term='saat kau pergi.'/><category term='convoluted friendship.'/><category term='speechless.n.tired'/><category term='cant wait fer thursday..cumin soon..'/><category term='alone again.'/><category term='mungkin kau hanya hadir dalam mimpi.'/><category term='Iraa darling.'/><category term='ily mum'/><category term='lost in your eyes.'/><category term='my hero'/><category term='the girl loves her vampire.'/><category term='sad.sad'/><category term='rejection.'/><category term='exam cumin..'/><category term='maaf ?'/><category term='&apos;m still here waiting.'/><category term='im so sorry if i hurt u.but im juz telling my point of view..'/><category term='hey boy'/><category term='PORTI.'/><category term='u&apos;re messing with my life. BITCH.'/><category term='goodbye fuckers.'/><category term='happy bdae mama.'/><category term='days are flying away.'/><category term='except getting bored.'/><category term='be my valentine.'/><category term='thank you for reading my lame post.'/><category term='betapa aku mencintaimu. :)'/><category term='KEPALE OTAK.'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='bye.'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='goodbye.'/><category term='i need money laa dey.'/><category term='im soosoo SCARED'/><category term='cure me with your pills.'/><category term='cinta dalam hati'/><category term='ku menangis kerana mu.'/><category term='Just waiting'/><category term='huhu'/><category term='likeyesterday.'/><category term='Why this way ?'/><category term='oh you make me do this.'/><category term='This time was different.'/><category term='some old shit.'/><category term='ily gfs.'/><category term='and still you&apos;re the one that i think about each day.'/><category term='lalalaalalalalalalal.'/><category term='tak bisa memilihmu.'/><category term='rinduuuuuuuu'/><category term='oh wells.'/><category term='kau POSER.  a big L for you.'/><category term='if superman is my boyfriend.'/><category term='camworing is fun'/><category term='is now gone.'/><category term='another da past enn a new day ahead of me.'/><category term='catch up with you.'/><category term='im recovering.'/><category term='drowned into you.'/><category term='oh yeeeeea.'/><category term='wad goes around cums around.'/><category term='tak sanggup melihat dirimu begitu. akan ku doakan kesembuhan dirimu.'/><category term=':D'/><category term='terus melangkah melupakanmu..'/><category term='it was a gr8 day afterall'/><category term='done fer da daayy'/><category term='By my side.'/><category term='i need you now.'/><category term='there&apos;s nothing left other than regret.'/><category term='bed is calling me.'/><category term='yesterday'/><category term='thats for now'/><category term='tell me how much longer must i wait ?'/><category term='i still love u..'/><category term='it was meant to b tis way..'/><category term='saya sayang kamu.'/><category term='lets get this over and done with.'/><category term='i saw you. LOL xD'/><category term='pathetic girl.'/><category term='makaci and maafin gw'/><category term='thank you.'/><category term='turns a year older.'/><category term='imy.'/><category term='kisah klassik untuk masa depan.'/><category term='i want a new bf. can?'/><category term='im really sorry.'/><category term='Her big day.'/><category term='KAKI AKU SAKIT.'/><category term='birthdays.'/><category term='ILY laa.'/><category term='he&apos;s SUPER hensem.'/><category term='happy new year o8.'/><category term='i juz cant wait fer SYF..'/><category term='cause you&apos;re the one i think each day.'/><category term='rasanya tak dosa bila ku meminta untuk dicintai.'/><category term='anuther day ahead of me.'/><category term='i was myself today..'/><category term='im juz love da way we r ryt now..pls don make animor changes to it coz i juz lyk it tis way..'/><category term='done with you.'/><category term='bantu aku membencimu.'/><category term='i thought i could when i couldn&apos;t.'/><category term='aku penat laa.'/><category term='get well soon darling.'/><category term='Did you take off while i was gone ?'/><category term='kemanakah arah persahabatan kita.'/><category term='bloody loser.'/><category term='There was no way around it; I couldn’t resist him in anything.'/><category term='the end.'/><category term='Life is so cool.'/><category term='awal ashaari.'/><category term='hot hot hot.'/><category term='i cant hold back my tears anymore.'/><category term='let it gooooo.'/><category term='dere was laughter everywhere..'/><category term='i get this out of boredom. its true i tell you.'/><category term='it was our love that brought all those misery.'/><category term='selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa.'/><category term='we belong together.'/><category term='all done.'/><category term='lets go airport and watch the planes.'/><category term='monday bluess.'/><category term='i&apos;m afraid of nothing'/><category term='stuck on you.'/><category term='dere&apos;s sadness behind dose smile'/><category term='1G VS IF'/><category term='boring'/><category term='random rubbish.'/><category term='baby'/><category term='will you cum back.'/><category term='okay. bye.'/><category term='when love are not worth crying for.'/><category term='be my friend'/><category term='Vacation.'/><category term='DONE.'/><category term='there goes my weekends'/><category term='pandangan pertama.'/><category term='Just M_t_h_w.'/><category term='today was damn fun..'/><category term='clumsy day.'/><category term='missing eu tis veri second'/><category term='the sadness im my heart brings to the shedding of my tears.'/><category term='bye bestfriend.'/><category term='i hope u&apos;re reading this.'/><category term='life sucks.'/><category term='fun.'/><category term='mimyee hartz fandy'/><category term='im infatuated.'/><category term='waiting.'/><category term='dier panas la seyy.'/><category term='get a life idiot.'/><category term='i love you bodohh'/><category term='yang ku tahu cinta itu indah.'/><category term='ku lepaskan.'/><category term='today'/><category term='alone.'/><category term='semoga roh mu dicucuri rahmat Nya.'/><category term='can you explain it ?'/><category term='i need your love syyg.'/><category term='friday night.'/><category term='im lost without your love..'/><category term='wasted day.'/><category term='understand now?'/><category term='aku suker kau laa.'/><category term='assalamualaikum'/><category term='A kiss for you.'/><category term='i skipped TERAWEH today. hehe'/><category term='my kawan.'/><category term='kekasih tak dianggap.'/><category term='ily bai.'/><category term='shattered dreams.'/><category term='kill me.'/><category term='little miss pendeek.'/><category term='I WAS EATEN UP BY U.'/><category term='ketika cinta bertasbih.'/><category term='to be discontinued...'/><category term='sesungguhnyer. kau hanya milik ku sayang...'/><category term='ingin aku menggapaimu.'/><category term='2 weeks and 2days.'/><category term='Will there be you and me again ?'/><category term='its was hard fer me to juz give her up..coz shes precious..'/><category term='love.'/><category term='lets get this exams over and done with'/><category term='=)'/><category term='his cute.'/><category term='Im sick of waiting.'/><category term='you guys should know your limits. intruding is prohibited.'/><category term='hello 2010'/><category term='mengagumi tanpa dicintai.'/><category term='i like it this way.'/><category term='aku ngantok siolzx.'/><category term='i screw-ed up on my ORAL.'/><category term='sucker.'/><category term='love my life'/><category term='ily boyfriend'/><category term='i wont be blogging that much anymore.'/><category term='hate taggers'/><category term='a week.'/><category term='you  appear just like a dream to me.'/><category term='erm.yea i miss him.'/><category term='you guys should know your limits.'/><category term='suffering is optional.'/><category term='beautifully said.'/><category term='i luv u nenek...'/><category term='happy bdae ct sis.'/><category term='i was told to know my limits.'/><title type='text'>innocent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>436</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5330026972158094672</id><published>2011-11-14T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:01:51.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6s2WMgmRkU/TsAPph1OEEI/AAAAAAAABOw/Lz7gBXjqCJ0/s1600/tumblr_lukq8z2F1y1qeucw3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6s2WMgmRkU/TsAPph1OEEI/AAAAAAAABOw/Lz7gBXjqCJ0/s320/tumblr_lukq8z2F1y1qeucw3o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want us to last like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever happened last night, was something i never thought of. It gave me a wake up call. I know how much i cared about my feelings than yours. I never considered your feelings. Its all because the limited time we had with each other. I go haywire when im unable to meet you. When im angry, everything pop up. I want to meet you badly thats the reason why i went angrybird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So throughout the night i realised i didnt want to lose you. Nasty words are said, but i know i dont want you to leave. Despite everything we've gone through, none of us is willing to let go. I loved you since the first day i said yes. I've hold on through the few months when we faced our rough times till you get enlisted. We managed to stay strong up till now and i dont want to let it slip away just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Baby, you're the sweetest thing and the best that have ever happened in my life. Iloveyou. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5330026972158094672?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5330026972158094672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5330026972158094672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5330026972158094672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5330026972158094672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6s2WMgmRkU/TsAPph1OEEI/AAAAAAAABOw/Lz7gBXjqCJ0/s72-c/tumblr_lukq8z2F1y1qeucw3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-823535412452302345</id><published>2011-11-13T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:07:12.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Janji kawan lebih penting dari aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its saturday, was supposed to be our day like usual. But this saturday, we missed it. Im so fucking disappointed. The promises made to your friend is way important than spending a day with me. How many time did they get to meet you and how many times or must i say HOURS did i get to meet you in a week? Why didnt you put me first?! I always turn down my friends invitation on saturdays because i want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I know where i stand now. I dont know why am i crying for this worthless thing. I survived days and weeks before of not meeting you. But why can't i be strong of a day not seeing you?! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt even bother to text me? You know how i waited for your text hoping you would change your mind and come to meet me? I held the phone in my hand throughout the whole night, making sure that i wont miss your text. But it was pointless. Not a single text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im always crying for the lamest thing ever. No one understands what i want. No ever knew whats in my mind and heart. I cried silently at night. I want a good cry, a listener and a shoulder to cry on. I really need that now. I really need that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should go get myself drunk. People always say, drinking is the way to bury your sorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-823535412452302345?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/823535412452302345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=823535412452302345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/823535412452302345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/823535412452302345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/janji-kawan-lebih-penting-dari-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5284009737249123764</id><published>2011-11-12T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:14:26.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i can see for myself, how we're drifting apart. :( i miss you and our times. I know you're busy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eleven days to my first anniversary. ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5284009737249123764?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5284009737249123764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5284009737249123764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5284009737249123764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5284009737249123764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-i-can-see-for-myself-how-were.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-9217060527442386948</id><published>2011-11-08T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T02:02:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVD3EeJbbqk/TrgVbMh2czI/AAAAAAAABOg/glclxTeRyZ0/s1600/SAM_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVD3EeJbbqk/TrgVbMh2czI/AAAAAAAABOg/glclxTeRyZ0/s320/SAM_0371.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its dayyyys to our oneee year. Time flies so fast! I miss this boy more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole weekend with baby. It was fucking fun and awesome! I realised that we really had a good laugh and fun. It was different from the other days we usually spent. I was fucking happy. On saturday we went keppel bay for sight seeing. We watch the ferries pass by. We laughed until i cried. the most epic one is when baby pretended to die and i was like laughing/crying pretending he died and asking him to wake up etc. Like how you see in the movies laa. Like that laaa. We spent our whole evening there before eating at macs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet baby on sunday again. I know its hari raya haji. We were bored so yeah, I met him up at habourfront before we make our way to clementi woods. What a boringgg place. :( it was dissapointing. But neverless, i enjoyed all the laughter we had here and there. despite a boring place we went to, we still had fun in our way. Baby's company was indeed already the best thing. what more going through day with him, laughing. Its awesome. We had dinner at macs, we ate double cheese burger and shared a large coke. baby shared some heartbreaking truth during our relationship. Though its heartbreaking im grateful that i came to know about it now. Thanks for being truthful baby. Im glad that you put a stop to it. We made a deal about my clubbing issues, hehehehe. But the deal its not official yet. Wait till our one year, we're going to make the deal again. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, i meeeeet him again. So went over to his place, Lepaaaaak all the way until he book in. :( till saturday theeen i meet him. saaaaad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks. byeee.&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/-IAc3B0Doqqg/Trgcj68AJ7I/AAAAAAAABOo/66MxJpf03Ew/s1600/TPhoto_00017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAc3B0Doqqg/Trgcj68AJ7I/AAAAAAAABOo/66MxJpf03Ew/s320/TPhoto_00017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meeee with my cutee cat which my boyfriend bought me &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kbye. ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-9217060527442386948?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9217060527442386948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=9217060527442386948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/9217060527442386948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/9217060527442386948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-dayyyys-to-our-oneee-year.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVD3EeJbbqk/TrgVbMh2czI/AAAAAAAABOg/glclxTeRyZ0/s72-c/SAM_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3034906054408799958</id><published>2011-11-06T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T03:36:51.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eorsX7nBldM/TrWN6mMcsiI/AAAAAAAABOY/xhrQFgtu28Y/s1600/302437_10150392969294124_550299123_8251925_1805547553_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eorsX7nBldM/TrWN6mMcsiI/AAAAAAAABOY/xhrQFgtu28Y/s320/302437_10150392969294124_550299123_8251925_1805547553_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;HAIIII! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;I love this botak head bacin boy of mine! hek heekkk. I went out with my lovely boyfriend just now. Its like a day full of laughter. I laugh alot just now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st anniversary is cominggg soon. I can see how baby is egg-xited about it. Shoooo tiut uh. actually im out of idea what to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay bye for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3034906054408799958?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3034906054408799958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3034906054408799958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3034906054408799958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3034906054408799958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/haiiii-i-love-this-botak-head-bacin-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eorsX7nBldM/TrWN6mMcsiI/AAAAAAAABOY/xhrQFgtu28Y/s72-c/302437_10150392969294124_550299123_8251925_1805547553_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3038260578294804090</id><published>2011-11-04T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:36:27.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WUyfpdmUWw/TrLfI_oLmtI/AAAAAAAABOQ/3u9cbl6SmMo/s1600/Bruno+Mars+-+Today+My+Life+Begins+Lyrics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WUyfpdmUWw/TrLfI_oLmtI/AAAAAAAABOQ/3u9cbl6SmMo/s320/Bruno+Mars+-+Today+My+Life+Begins+Lyrics.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi smexy peopleeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i havent been updating.  When was my last post ? JULY! Haha, i didnt have much time to blog. Or  maybe i did have time just that im lazy to type things. Or i know the  fact that no one actually drop by my blog so that gives me more reason  not to blog. Well whatever it is, with or without readers i want to  start blogging again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past months, i  experienced a lot of ups and down. Be it with my work life, school life  and my relationship. lets break it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work life was  in a total mess especially when i get hold of my driving license. The  eager i get wanting to own my own transportation. I worked two jobs. A  day job and an evening one.&amp;nbsp; I thought i could cope with these two jobs.  But what i thought i could do, i can't actually. I jumbled up  everything. Both jobs was in a mess. I skip one after another. The  distance between two jobs is not that near either. I didnt know myself  why i took up two jobs. My initial plan was to save up for school.  Despite i have two jobs, i REALLY cant save for school and my bike. I  wasted the money on my cabbing and other stuff. sigh. I quit my evening  job somewhere in september and continued my day job. I recently resigned  from my day job because i dont think the money can allow me to spend  for the whole month. It only managed to stay with me for half a month.  For the remaining days im moneyless. Haha. If&amp;nbsp; there's even such a word.  So im officially a joblesssssss person now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  relationship. The best i ever had! My boyfriend is the most awesom-est  boyfriend i've ever had. I hope we will last forever and ever and ever.  Haha. My boyfriend is the most patient boyfriend. Im the impatient one  here. I start arguments, i find fault, i have my pms. But dearest bf  stayed on and be patient. I am very demanding, i always want everything  to go my way. Like i love  clubbing a lot but boyfriend despise it. Im  not allowed to party. :(&amp;nbsp; I am a fucked up girlfriend who doesnt want to   compromise. I should call myself lucky that i have him. He stayed on  no  matter what happened.&amp;nbsp; I know sometimes in major arguments, i always  asked him to let go of me or the easiest way to say break upppp! I dont  know why, i always think that im not good enough for him. Always  torturing his feelings with my doings. I felt that someone better would  deserve him. Someone who will not hurt him like how i did. Someone who  would treat him nicely. Someone who would obey him, who wouldnt go  against him like how i did. hekhek.&lt;br /&gt;And boyfriend, If along the  way you find that we cant get along anymore or you found someone new,  tell me straight and dont leave me hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all  that, my love never change ever since the first day i meet you. No one  could ever replace you in my heart. chekkkk~~~ suhweeet tak aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a wordy possst. i'll stop here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3038260578294804090?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3038260578294804090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3038260578294804090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3038260578294804090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3038260578294804090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-smexy-peopleeeeee-i-know-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WUyfpdmUWw/TrLfI_oLmtI/AAAAAAAABOQ/3u9cbl6SmMo/s72-c/Bruno+Mars+-+Today+My+Life+Begins+Lyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-1803878362334623442</id><published>2011-07-10T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:54:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari hari ku menjadi indah, dengan adanya kamu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-1803878362334623442?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1803878362334623442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1803878362334623442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/07/hari-hari-ku-menjadi-indah-dengan.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-11175916086625202</id><published>2011-06-19T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:44:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im pretty pissed right now. I dont care much if things are going to change between us. I seriously dont care. I have a platonic relationship also and its been 6 years, tapi serious. kite tak macam korang dua. Sumpah sial. korang better off as a couple rather than a bestfriend. Ah fuck you la sial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-11175916086625202?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/11175916086625202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=11175916086625202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/11175916086625202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/11175916086625202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-pretty-pissed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6826166023386065524</id><published>2011-06-15T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:12:27.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;14june2011&lt;br /&gt;Its baby's first day at camp. I was unable to send him off cause i've got work. :( sadly, i overslept didn't manage to get to work in the morning. So the rescheduled me to the pm shift. I didn't really want to send him off. It's not that i don't bother or anything like that. I just don't want to cry infront of him or his family. He is important to me. I'm shocked that he have to go earlier than i expected. :( I know this won't be easy for both of us. But i will try my very best to make sure that NS won't obstruct our relationship. I love him very much more than any words could describe. I tried to hold back my tears today, i cant. Him being in camp, makes me feels that the distance between us is much more further. I don't mind him not meeting me before for few weeks. But this NS just make me feels so sad. So sad, like as if he had to be in other country for months. :( ohmygod. im crying like hell while posting this. I don't know why, my heart just feels so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, he called. I was left speechless. I don't know. Through the phone i heard he's not that well. It makes more saddddddd. :( eh, i never feel this way before even though we've been apart for months. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i just want you to know that eventhough you're in camp. I will always love you. I won't change. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6826166023386065524?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6826166023386065524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6826166023386065524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6826166023386065524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6826166023386065524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-babys-first-day-at-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8003916109314699762</id><published>2011-05-01T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:37:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WeFyygXkzE/Tb0WjGL6E_I/AAAAAAAABOE/NJnYrIJsffI/s1600/180523_10150105456229124_550299123_6191877_2158547_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WeFyygXkzE/Tb0WjGL6E_I/AAAAAAAABOE/NJnYrIJsffI/s320/180523_10150105456229124_550299123_6191877_2158547_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m afraid of losing you. I’m not someone with over the top  confidence. I get jealous when I see others try to talk to you in a  flirty way. I often catch myself second guessing every situation in the  worst way possible. It’s a scary thought knowing that there are millions  of people out there who have a lot more to offer than me, whether it’s  looks, personality or the way they present themselves. I’m selfish, I  want you all to myself and I can’t help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite me having to be fucking annoying at times or getting mad with no reasons. I just want you to know that i loved you too much that i cant face the risk of losing you at any point of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just cant face the life later on in the future without you, I dont want the past to repeat itself. Like how, i broke up with Hafiz, and it takes me a long period of time to really let him go. I want to end my life with you. Mummy say, as long as you remove those earings, she wouldnt mind you being her son in-law. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you baby on top of everything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8003916109314699762?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8003916109314699762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8003916109314699762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8003916109314699762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8003916109314699762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WeFyygXkzE/Tb0WjGL6E_I/AAAAAAAABOE/NJnYrIJsffI/s72-c/180523_10150105456229124_550299123_6191877_2158547_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4984651395534354691</id><published>2011-04-29T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:16:16.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lelah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2tBL7Hpei0/TbmdhZuH8YI/AAAAAAAABOA/qb8bSCYNIUc/s1600/tumblr_lk5kz827Uf1qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2tBL7Hpei0/TbmdhZuH8YI/AAAAAAAABOA/qb8bSCYNIUc/s400/tumblr_lk5kz827Uf1qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im blogging this late cause i dont know where else i should throw my feelings to. Or maybe talk to someone. This late, no one would want to entertain me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*im crying while typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like five months we've been together, and how long did i enjoyed my rsip with you? The first three months was awesome. But then after that 3 months, what i feel was a total shit. We hardly meet and fuck, meet also how many hours only. Sometimes i do get jealous with bestfriend. She had all the time she want with her boyf. I have no time even with my boyf. I questioned myself, whats the use of having a boyfriend then? Before when i was working i understand that i couldnt meet him due to work. and now im like a free bird, still i cant meet him. I dont mind if he prioritized his friends more than me. But at least, meet me? Its like almost a month or more i havent see him. Make it up to two months.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to keep burdening my friends, complaining to them how much i hate the state i am now. Im pretty sure even if they dont complain back to me how irritated they are when i keep complaining. I know, they are tired of listening to me. The most, when i started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want those guys i share my sadness to take advantage of me also. I dont want them to think that im trying to gain sympathy from them. Likewise, i dont want their girlfriend to think that im trying to get their boyfriend attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I know im not a perfect girlfriend. As you know, there's nothing called perfect. I know im a bitch when i start to find fault with you. I mean those little things really hurt me you know. Especially we hardly meet now. Alot of things is running in my mind. The thought that you might have another girl who make your day better than me. And the thought that you're laughing at me while im struggling to survive in this rsip. So many things is running through my mind. I find awkwardness between us now. I miss it when i wake up, i'll see your goodmorning text. and before i sleep, someone wishing me goodnight. Now, before i sleep we always have arguments and goodnight wasnt said that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of things you said to me, but i dont think there's any changes to it. You said, you'll try your best in this rsip as you declared that you sucks big time. But bby, how best is your best ? How weak are you in relationships ? How much longer must i wait ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more to say, but i just dont know how to put it to words. Im left speechless.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to questioned you about your well being, doest not mean i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the incident of your friend bad mouthing me. Still haunts.:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think im blaming you for everything. Im at wrong tooo. This is just what i feel and i just want to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and i dont want to lose you. But if one day you cant hold on to me anymore, let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-4984651395534354691?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4984651395534354691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4984651395534354691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4984651395534354691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4984651395534354691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/lelah.html' title='lelah.'/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2tBL7Hpei0/TbmdhZuH8YI/AAAAAAAABOA/qb8bSCYNIUc/s72-c/tumblr_lk5kz827Uf1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6635782839298138441</id><published>2011-04-27T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:16:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you love someone, you shouldnt look at how she/he physically. You should see her/his heart through your own heart. What for when that someone you love is physically attractive yet his/her heart is like a rotten fruit ? Think for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I am fat, or in a little less hurting word, chubby. But i love myself. I never tried to lose weight because of someone. Whats the point losing weight when your aim is only to attract that particular boy? I'll be torturing myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, never make funs of me or even insult me of how i look physically. But there's this one stranger, insult me like nobody's business. I dont mind actually but that bloody thing kept me thinking, &lt;i&gt;aku ni terok sangat ke sampai kau kena cakap macam tu ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends really stood by me and tell me all the stranger said was not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking and consideration, chey! haha. I told myself, no one in this fucking world is perfect. That guy is not perfect either. If i want, i could also insult him like how he did to me. But hey! educated people dont go around insulting and make fun of others. Only an adult who thinks like a kid, did like what he does. :) Perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywooooo, I'm a freee bird now. Im no longer attached.. to work. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like  volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a  decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined  together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because  this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,  it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the  desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at  night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t  blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”,  which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in  love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6635782839298138441?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6635782839298138441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6635782839298138441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6635782839298138441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6635782839298138441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-love-someone-you-shouldnt-look.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2428205769358556211</id><published>2011-04-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:15:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XELgYBOnNvM/Taxi6jN_1FI/AAAAAAAABN8/3w8RMxG3f6A/s1600/SAM_1407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XELgYBOnNvM/Taxi6jN_1FI/AAAAAAAABN8/3w8RMxG3f6A/s320/SAM_1407.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad face is all i can explain my feeling right now. I wanted to cry, but tears are dried up. My heart hurts like hell. No one will understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-2428205769358556211?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2428205769358556211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2428205769358556211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2428205769358556211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2428205769358556211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/sad-face-is-all-i-can-explain-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XELgYBOnNvM/Taxi6jN_1FI/AAAAAAAABN8/3w8RMxG3f6A/s72-c/SAM_1407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-500637884050184649</id><published>2011-03-21T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:17:11.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M3aVlt_QMJY/TYYqlbzj0wI/AAAAAAAABN4/XN5rU7P9ng8/s1600/SAM_1469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M3aVlt_QMJY/TYYqlbzj0wI/AAAAAAAABN4/XN5rU7P9ng8/s320/SAM_1469.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking at these two babies make me so fucking eager to have my own. :) Cheeeeey! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to post a proper one today since i've been abandoning my blog. Tumblr took most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday or a few hours ago was bestfriend sixth monthsary, Alhamdulillah she managed to maintain her love up to this stage cause i know, it was tough for them. Up to now, i know jack for about 6 months too. To sum up everything about how he treated my bestfriend. it was beyond words. How much he cared for her and willingly to go a distance further just to be with her. Overcome every obstacle that come in their way. I envy them. sometimes i smile to myself looking at how silly both of them together. also how each other sulk. Spot check her phone all the time. HAHA. lucky mine didnt. if not die of heart attack! LOL One thing i have to salute him is, he sacrifice his distance just to be with her. For example, he would fetch and send her to work on his off day. Buy her gifts, gave her a surprise.&amp;nbsp; awwwww &amp;lt;3 Through him, i know my bestfriend more. And we're like a trio now. everywhere, just the three of us. :) So, when there's a hot hunk. its mine. bestfriend cant fight with me cause her booooo's there. ^^ i like this. &lt;br /&gt;nuff saiddd, back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life like i said was caught up by work. Sad isnt it ? well, i almost breakdown cause of this. I lost my freedom, thats one thing. The other thing is, work caught me up and i spend lesser time with babyboy. Until one point of time, i feel like giving up in our relationship. Yes i did. I even talked to bestfriend. I feel like work conquers me, and im immune to missing him. almost a month. who can tolerate ? maybe some can, but i cant. So i kept thinking over and over again, about ending this relationship. Until an online friend whom i always share my problems with says " fall in love with him again ".&lt;br /&gt;I reminisce about everything, and i found a way. I could never thank him enough for making me realize this.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im planning with babygirl to go on a holiday trip together. so hopefully her boyfriend could make it. At least we have a man with us who can protect us. (Y) So its either Bali or Langkawi. But i want to take the Bali + Bromo package. Baby, i nak ni package. kite leh feeling feeling pat padang pasir babyyyy. :) abe kan, bromo sejukkkk. bessst tau b. jom laaaaa take this package. langkawi another time ? okay b ? hehe. and b, bromo leh tengok sunrise taau. cantek gilerrr. kay b, i tau i irrits. HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;Baby talked to her boss today so did i. Great people think alike. :) kan tayaaang ? hehe Ohhh, and today also, bestfriend and jack planned that one day we go on a trip to batam or where ever once she get her passport done. :) yay! so many vacations so many money must save. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw peeeepos. Im halfway to my vroooom vroooom. :) cant wait to get my own. someone ajak me go ridinggggg alreadyyyy, Paging for Anjer siasan, standby own helmet kay. abang kesayangan kau takde spare helmet. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-500637884050184649?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/500637884050184649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=500637884050184649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/500637884050184649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/500637884050184649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-at-these-two-babies-make-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M3aVlt_QMJY/TYYqlbzj0wI/AAAAAAAABN4/XN5rU7P9ng8/s72-c/SAM_1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8219744042649505613</id><published>2011-03-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:45:34.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been like almost a month, or lesser i havent meet boyfriend. And i feel like im dating someone online which i never met before. Like you know cyber relationship. I had one before and it lasted awhile. how to be attached with someone you never meet ? LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give up on my current job. Cant take it. I have to lie just to get an off day. (Y) so it works. Work caught most of my time and i cant spend a good day out with my lovelies. It sucks alot. :( i miss watching movies, karaoke-ing, lepak-ing. i miss everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8219744042649505613?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8219744042649505613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8219744042649505613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8219744042649505613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8219744042649505613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-like-almost-month-or-lesser-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-879604690626229372</id><published>2011-03-10T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:51:43.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the mood to club. but no one wanto follow. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-879604690626229372?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/879604690626229372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=879604690626229372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/879604690626229372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/879604690626229372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-mood-to-club.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5922179550487072382</id><published>2011-03-06T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:53:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;work is taking most of my time and i feel like im losing my freedom. &lt;/span&gt;I miss my friends. I miss boyfriend. :( can i just go back to school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5922179550487072382?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5922179550487072382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5922179550487072382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5922179550487072382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5922179550487072382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/work-is-taking-most-of-my-time-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8194452564825243999</id><published>2011-03-03T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:55:41.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;bitch, listen here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aku dan yan dah lame tutop buku okay! so i dont fucking know whats your motive. Kau keep on add aku pat fb and i accept it. sumpah aku irritated with your stupid lame ideas of thinking im going to get jealous over what you posted on fb and your stupid pictures. hey, i wont steal your boyfriend okay. I still have mine to worry about and i think its enough. i dont need yan in my life. just take care of your man and stop trying to show off bitch. knnbccb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8194452564825243999?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8194452564825243999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8194452564825243999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8194452564825243999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8194452564825243999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/bitch-listen-here.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4291087573004092036</id><published>2011-02-28T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T02:13:37.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im afraid that i will mess up again. I need the trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-4291087573004092036?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4291087573004092036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4291087573004092036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4291087573004092036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4291087573004092036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-afraid-that-i-will-mess-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2998697786336110526</id><published>2011-02-26T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:42:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!&lt;br /&gt;I've been abandoning my blog eh ? Oh sorrrry, been spending too much of my life time on Tumblr and Facebook. So sorry blogger. :( But hey im back nowwwzxzx! And i feeeeeel like sharing a little of my weekends ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So past weekends was a total hell party for me. Also a little get away trip after so long. I didn't go far though, just an hour trip from here, Batam. Home sweeeeet home. heh. So i was over-excited. Of course! Who would have thought that i'm coming after a phone call. But yeah, after much thinking a persuading, its a yes! My purpose was just to have fun and partyyyyyyye. Despite knowing the fact that boyfriend will surely get mad at me if he knows i did clubbing and some other stuffs. My parents toooooo! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day itself, i resist myself from partying cause i thought i might be a betrayer of my own words. But suddenly my devil friends persuades me like crazy until i agreed. I fucked cared everything and went on with the party. whatthefuck was i actually thinking. So we party and yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay, i dont feel like sharing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr's caling. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-2998697786336110526?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2998697786336110526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2998697786336110526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2998697786336110526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2998697786336110526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2112895845605839575</id><published>2011-02-14T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:07:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoNW-h0j5tc/TVgXyZVTJBI/AAAAAAAABNw/Wx5kia3ZUsQ/s1600/SAM_1290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoNW-h0j5tc/TVgXyZVTJBI/AAAAAAAABNw/Wx5kia3ZUsQ/s400/SAM_1290.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesomeness! I didnt know bestfriend shaved his hair. And i did braidings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="credit" style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hanya diri sendiri yang tak mungkin orang lain akan mengerti. Akan ku temani kau dalam tangismu. Bila airmata dapat cairkan hati, dan bila malam nanti akan ku lihat senyum dalam tidurmu . Anggap lah semua ini satu langkah dewasakan diri. Di peluk nestapa, di sapu derita. Di saat keringnya airmata, tak mampu menahan pedih nya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="credit" style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="credit" style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3322259727159255032-2112895845605839575?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2112895845605839575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2112895845605839575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2112895845605839575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2112895845605839575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/awesomeness-i-didnt-know-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoNW-h0j5tc/TVgXyZVTJBI/AAAAAAAABNw/Wx5kia3ZUsQ/s72-c/SAM_1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2811046524116254653</id><published>2011-02-10T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T03:03:13.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I love work is your presence. Your existence in my life brought moments that i would never let go off. I thank god, i met a sister like you. I could still remember the first day I saw you at work, i was afraid to talk to you, and now i want to spend more of my time with you. Even at times i hate listening about you missing him. And those idiotic guys who hurt you. I just feel like cutting off their dick. OMFG! I just couldn't understand you, why you give in too much to them till they get overboard? I can cry sometimes when i heard about how they treat you. I just dont know how to put it through you, and you are still hoping that your freaking bad ass ex-boyfriend will return to you. You text him every single day, even when you know that he wouldnt reply. If i have an elder brother, i would marry him off to you. &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;I loveeeeeeee these past few dayss i spent with oldmatessss. :) AWESOME-NESSSSSSS! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;I just did braiding. And i fucking love my hair. Thanks kakak for accompanying me. HAHA. i was effing happy! Then a customer saw me while i was waiting for bestf and Jack to come. She said, "Rambot style nari ?" wooootwooooot~! meaaans my hair is awesome!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think,&amp;nbsp;a lot. I  think about everything, anything. It varies from “what am I doing with  my life?” to “did i ?” The room is so silent, but my mind  is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think  about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up thing I  would rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is  the most active second of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-2811046524116254653?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2811046524116254653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2811046524116254653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2811046524116254653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2811046524116254653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5075569963637985126</id><published>2011-02-06T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:33:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so intimidated when you start questioning me. Wtf?! Are you a police officer? Sometimes i dont understand the reason of my existence. You know, while i still can hold on to all your little piece of shit, i would. But when you crossed the line, i wont say much but take my leave. And when i do, dont bother looking for me. Cause, i wont give a fuck anymore. Im tired of giving in and losing out. I think i had enough of all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said my piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5075569963637985126?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5075569963637985126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5075569963637985126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5075569963637985126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5075569963637985126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-so-intimidated-when-you-start.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-1985671909604347559</id><published>2011-02-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:45:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey youuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was pretty mundane when school is over. I can't have all the fun I had when i was back in school. So i missed school. I need to go on a retail therapy soon. But didn't have the time. :( I miss going around alone. bbygirl will always laugh at me when she found out im out shopping alone. Cause to her its weird. -__- Hey! tak okaaay. Talking about bbygirl. She's having a fever yesterday and i didn't know about it! I thought she was working till i texted her boyf. -__- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is going KL to visit aunty tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I WANTO FOLLOW LAAAA SIOL! But stoooopid work. :( Okaaaaay, so fml. I miss KL trips twice already. Its okay its alright. :) There is still some other days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering with the dudees is brought forward to the 4th. Caaaaaan't wait. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-1985671909604347559?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1985671909604347559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=1985671909604347559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1985671909604347559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1985671909604347559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-youuuuuu-life-was-pretty-mundane.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-243999143798394991</id><published>2011-01-28T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T02:20:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Call me at dawn just to say you love me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-243999143798394991?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/243999143798394991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=243999143798394991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/243999143798394991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/243999143798394991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/call-me-at-dawn-just-to-say-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8294960460771543186</id><published>2011-01-27T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T02:45:02.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, i had a well spend tuesday with both bestfriendssssss. I went out with Mimi and meet Zyrah at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - read story book, eat , sleeeeep, study, watch tv, eat, sleeeeeeep. -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8294960460771543186?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8294960460771543186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8294960460771543186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8294960460771543186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8294960460771543186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-i-had-well-spend-tuesday-with-both.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8749372931440288346</id><published>2011-01-25T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:20:44.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy two monthsary. &amp;lt;3 Thanks for being here in my life for the past sixty days and making it a wonderful one. These past sixty days thought me that love is amazing. Thanks for making me realize that love isn't just a word said without meaning. Despite the minor arguments till the shedding of tears, nothing changed. I saw time passing but we did not change. And I still saw us together at the end of every day. For I saw us dancing through sunshine and rain And I saw us laughing through joy and through pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never trade the moments I had with you for anything else in the world. Baby, no matter what happens, you will be the &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt;. Although there is Farid Kamil, Oli sykes and Vino. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mikayla Williams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8749372931440288346?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8749372931440288346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8749372931440288346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8749372931440288346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8749372931440288346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/23rd.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8599322516756923478</id><published>2011-01-20T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:21:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If he still sees the beauty in you and still falls more in love with you after seeing your weird expression, unusual laughter, your ugly days, your pig-out days, your stupid jokes, your random sounds, the way you asked questions about the things you should already know but he still answers them anyways, your immaturity, your PMS days, your obsession with strange things and your irritating-ness. Then you know, this is the boy. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So how ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy fourth monthsary Zyrah and Ryan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hate it every 20th of the month, i will have to accompany bestf to find her monthsary presents. HAHA. But i loveeeee accompaying her ah. Like we brainstormed what to buy for jack. Eversince she with Jack, i saw the happiness in her eyes. for the seven years of friendship with her, i've never seen her other side. I was shock when jack told me about her strange attitude. Like, gets angry and moody when she havent eat! OMG! HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been crying too much recently, and it really bothers me alot. There's one incident, i was on the way home taking a long bus ride from red hill, I cried about things that i'm unsure off. I dont even know how and why these tears kept shedding. I even cried to bed. What the fuck is wrong with me ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to vent everything here, but people might read. So i'll just keep it to myself. Certain things we cant just share it on the cyberworld. I know certain people reads and i dont want that certain people to know. I will blog things that i wish to tell, other than that, its for me and my close budds to know. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've done some planning with Aril about my future bike. HAHA. I cant fucking wait to enroll and then have my own bikeeeeeee. Then can go riding. (Y)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, schoool is officially ending soon. Im so going to miss the time spent with dearest cliques. Part one of final exams is over, I screwed my accounts and I will makesure i will do my fucking best for the next two papers. The final two. My future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still confuse where i should work after graduation. Before entering to degreeeee. I told my guardian boss that i will be resuming work as per usual on the 29th. But then i dont want to stay at guardian for the rest of the holidays. I wanna work at my own line, if not why i go study so hard?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm turning two with boyfriend soon. So fast eh time pass ? I love the way we are now. IF possible, be the last one in my life. Be the one i'll spend the left over days with. :) cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got a lot to blog eh? Haha, endure kay people. Once in a blue moon i will blog so loooooong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want a new billabong wallet. sigh. I want so many things, but no money to buy. :( Kill me please, if not at least my wants. Too many wants but too little money. Work also the money dont know go where. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want a karaoke therapy soooon. A night at the club. A night at the beach, sleeping in the tent. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to die also can ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;kay dah. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/3322259727159255032-8599322516756923478?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8599322516756923478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8599322516756923478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8599322516756923478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8599322516756923478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-he-still-sees-beauty-in-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-202478241064827259</id><published>2011-01-16T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:29:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with my Zyrahbby, since jb was cancelled. :) Been awhile since i last went out with her. It was impromptu. Thanks bby for the food and the time and controlling my anger. It was raining, so i walked in the rain with her. We laughed and share some problems. Then we meet jackie for late lunch ? Ate at this shop. After whole eating session, we walked out and send jackie back to work. So me and Zyrahbby walked all the way to centrepoint to meet Taufiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wayy, I talked to zyrah in different languages and we laughed too much. Then we saw jeng jeng jeng. Raihan laaaa weyy. I pulled zyrah hands, i told her raihan was there. Memberrrrrrrrr happy sangat. i wished **B*L was there. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today, but not the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is when you react negatively towards the possibility of losing  what you have to someone else. Unlike envy, it usually involves three  people, rather than just two: you, the person who has what you want, and  the person who threatens to take it away.&amp;nbsp;It’s an unhealthy habit that  can make any kind of relationship crumble; if you’re a jealous person,  you have seen how much damage it can do. But at the core of&amp;nbsp;jealousy&amp;nbsp;are  some fears and expectations that are hard to shake, unless you make a  conscious effort to cast them away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-202478241064827259?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/202478241064827259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=202478241064827259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/202478241064827259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/202478241064827259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-went-out-with-my-zyrahbby-since-jb.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3351680786195001416</id><published>2011-01-15T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:12:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TTBzCeV4cBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VhLym1pRku4/s1600/radit-dan-jani-2-foto-by-er.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TTBzCeV4cBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VhLym1pRku4/s400/radit-dan-jani-2-foto-by-er.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be like Jani with the coolest husband, Radit, minus his drug addiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kay, if you all dont get it. Go watch Radit dan Jani.&lt;br /&gt;But, i dont like the ending. :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/3322259727159255032-3351680786195001416?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3351680786195001416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3351680786195001416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3351680786195001416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3351680786195001416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-be-like-jani-with-coolest.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TTBzCeV4cBI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VhLym1pRku4/s72-c/radit-dan-jani-2-foto-by-er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8578642102427290413</id><published>2011-01-14T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:18:48.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS8hqfMHAuI/AAAAAAAABNM/jiZlSOetF6Q/s1600/tumblr_ley8rq1gSc1qbgluio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS8hqfMHAuI/AAAAAAAABNM/jiZlSOetF6Q/s400/tumblr_ley8rq1gSc1qbgluio1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ImissmyboyfriendtoomuchthatItearedawhileago. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been few days I havent meet bby. These days, I felt strange. Too much fear is controlling most of my feelings and I hate it. I teared too much these days for some reasons that I'm unsure about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sungguh&amp;nbsp;ku&amp;nbsp;berucap&amp;nbsp;di&amp;nbsp;setiap&amp;nbsp;doa&lt;br /&gt;agar&amp;nbsp;engkau&amp;nbsp;selalu&amp;nbsp;bernafas&amp;nbsp;dengan&amp;nbsp;cintamu&amp;nbsp;kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;seperti&amp;nbsp;jantungku&amp;nbsp;yang&amp;nbsp;berdetak&lt;br /&gt;menjaga&amp;nbsp;cintaku&amp;nbsp;kepadamu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3322259727159255032-8578642102427290413?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8578642102427290413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8578642102427290413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8578642102427290413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8578642102427290413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/imissmyboyfriendtoomuchthatitearedawhil.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS8hqfMHAuI/AAAAAAAABNM/jiZlSOetF6Q/s72-c/tumblr_ley8rq1gSc1qbgluio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3741948952428782748</id><published>2011-01-13T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:38:00.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS3a3LYY1XI/AAAAAAAABNE/kkjTM7ATZ8o/s1600/tumblr_lesh4y792y1qcjtu8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS3a3LYY1XI/AAAAAAAABNE/kkjTM7ATZ8o/s320/tumblr_lesh4y792y1qcjtu8o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When a girl thinks of her future with her boyfriend, it's normal. But  when the boy thinks of his future with his girlfriend, he's serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little confuse with my future. I want to do so many things, study this and that. Why is it so confusing ? I wanted to go australia. but part of me refuse to go. -____- how like that ?! Then, i wanto study in Cairo also.&lt;br /&gt;:(&amp;nbsp; Or maybe i should just stay here and continue at MDIS. But then ..... Kay, i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss boyf VERY MUCH. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect partner in life is someone who can be with and talk about  anything without realizing that the day is over. Someone who will always  listen and feel twice the joy or pain you’re going through. When you  start to feel that connection, never let it go because there’s more to  companionship than there is to love. Because in the end, when all else  fails and consumed, you will always hold on to those times you don’t  even need to hear the words I love you.                            &lt;br /&gt;Im getting bored at hooooome and i can't really study with the weather like this. It makes me sleeeepy. No mood to study. But still have to study. :)Jb on saturday. (Y) InsyaAllah if i have the cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I nak enroll la mummy.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS3mvLVbkAI/AAAAAAAABNI/N820woG67c8/s1600/tumblr_lehdq2oXdh1qa0xpuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS3mvLVbkAI/AAAAAAAABNI/N820woG67c8/s320/tumblr_lehdq2oXdh1qa0xpuo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want BASEBALL jacket pleasssseeeeeeeeeeeeee ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3741948952428782748?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3741948952428782748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3741948952428782748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3741948952428782748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3741948952428782748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-girl-thinks-of-her-future-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TS3a3LYY1XI/AAAAAAAABNE/kkjTM7ATZ8o/s72-c/tumblr_lesh4y792y1qcjtu8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5334993740173298673</id><published>2011-01-11T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:58:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSwotq1ZZTI/AAAAAAAABNA/TeUhRLdR77Y/s1600/163616_484795797470_571707470_6487825_2852850_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSwotq1ZZTI/AAAAAAAABNA/TeUhRLdR77Y/s640/163616_484795797470_571707470_6487825_2852850_n.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who are interested to apply for the position to be my boyfriend. Kindly fill in this application form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Send it to my email : &lt;b&gt;taumaluketak@citepanas.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5334993740173298673?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5334993740173298673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5334993740173298673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5334993740173298673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5334993740173298673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-those-who-are-interested-to-apply.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSwotq1ZZTI/AAAAAAAABNA/TeUhRLdR77Y/s72-c/163616_484795797470_571707470_6487825_2852850_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6768001629483293403</id><published>2011-01-11T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:33:38.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSs4eLRmI2I/AAAAAAAABM8/_f4QPemdErc/s1600/tumblr_lel4z3Ld1T1qa87g7o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="536" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSs4eLRmI2I/AAAAAAAABM8/_f4QPemdErc/s640/tumblr_lel4z3Ld1T1qa87g7o1_400.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I wished, my story doesn't end up like them.&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&gt;I meet up with boyf today, and it was a HELL LOADS of fun. I wish today never end. :) So we meet up in my school before heading to our destination. We bus-ed from my school to habourfront. Sadly it was raining all over. :( not our day i guess. Despite the rain we still had fun. Walked over to keppel bay in the rainnnn. Explore the building there. The yacht there was super cool. I want my 21st on a yacht pleasseeeee ?&amp;nbsp; :D&amp;nbsp; So reached and we decided to sit. We played in the rain. Words can't describe how happppppppy i was, when i finally get to play in the rain. I was drenched not fully because of the rain. The rain + wind = cold. SUPER cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bby, no matter how happy i was when i'm with someone else, no one makes me happy like how you did. &lt;/div&gt;I can type all i want here, but the true feelings is all kept tidy in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, beats for only you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I learned a lot about friendships. I lost people that were once my best  friends. I lost old friendships that I thought would last beyond high  school. People I once trusted ended up showing me the opposite. Although  I lost those people, I also built more valuable relationships with the  people who stayed. I kept the friends that really mattered. I gained  stronger friendships with people who were there for me. I realized that  besides family, I only have a few people I can truly rely on, but that's  okay. Having a huge group of friends isn't that great when most can  care less about you. In the end, having a few valuable friendships with  people who really have your back is always worth so much more.                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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;span id="goog_782046391"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_782046392"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6768001629483293403?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6768001629483293403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6768001629483293403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6768001629483293403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6768001629483293403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wished-my-story-doesnt-end-up-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSs4eLRmI2I/AAAAAAAABM8/_f4QPemdErc/s72-c/tumblr_lel4z3Ld1T1qa87g7o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7617649437182596554</id><published>2011-01-10T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:48:39.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far East Movement ft The Cataracs - Like A G6 (Afrojack Remix)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ipZzuesiP-4?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan baaaaaaabyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSnOZpa6cgI/AAAAAAAABMo/r2yGvmztgjU/s1600/tumblr_leki4gflL31qfqujmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSnOZpa6cgI/AAAAAAAABMo/r2yGvmztgjU/s400/tumblr_leki4gflL31qfqujmo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its venice, reminds me of the movie 'The tourist'. I just want to visit there badly with someone who i'll spend my whole life with. But first, i want him to take me to Paris to see Eiffel Towers. Then we shall exit the Venice canals and roam around in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visit the doctor yesterday, He said i got low blood pressure. -____- Visited the gym also. I hate it when people force me to run. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my afternoon with Irfan, we went to Marina barrage to fly kite. This time I brought my kite. So i can fly my own. :) On the way there we did catch ups. Fyi, it was my first visit to Marina barrage. heh. it was a hell loads of fun. We reached and Irfan make me climb stairs when there's lift! -___- so we settle down and start to fly kites. I reached for my camera. Guess whaaaat! I FORGET TO INSERT MY MEMORY CARD BACK TO MY CAMERA! Stooopid or what ?! Then i show Irfan my sad face. HAHA. Then he say he brought his camera. :) (Y) so i snapped pictures. while my kite takes it own sweeeeet time to fly. I HATE MY KITE. Irfan fly his kite already, then he pass his to me. And he helped me to fly my kite. My kite is very stubborn. It refuses to fly. Then i say nevermind fly his kite can already. :) Then we sit and fly fly kite. Then got tangle up with other kites and this boy is a good nagger. he nags and nags and keep bragging why people keep tangling their kites with his. Irrrrrrrits! HAHA. Then at one point of time, irfan kite putus. it was like the most epic moments. We pack up and then when to search for the kite. While searching we found other 2 kites. :) (Y) and thank god we managed to retrieve irfan's kite back. :) member happyy sia. It was already 6.20. Then we took the shuttle bus and proceed to Marina bay back. irfan ask if i wanna go to MBS and walk. I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant! so we walk to MBS and walk here and there. OMG! the place was aweeeeeee *pause awhile* SOMMMMME! To sum up all, it was an awesome afternoon and evening spent with Irfan. And bro, please stop bragging on your dream car and house. And bikes are super cool okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what I think of drama and problems and troubles and   rumors and questions and what if’s and jealousy in relationships? I   think that if you truly love someone, you will love them through all the   phases they go through. We all go through phases, when we’re in middle   school we’re different, once we get to high school, we change and once   we get to college we grow out of that person we were, we all do. Why?   because we’re people and we have to become our own person, we’ll keep   changing our entire lives. Things will happen, problems will come but if   you love that person, if that person is there for you when you need   them to be, if they’re the one who makes you smile like no other, if   they’re the one who picks you up when you’re down, then realize that   they could never turn into someone you won’t be completely in love with   anymore. Because people do change, people grow, people come and go,   people go through phases but know that as long as their heart is where   it was when they met you, then there’s nothing to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I hate it when i teared to bed for the same reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7552933662937831984?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7552933662937831984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7552933662937831984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7552933662937831984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7552933662937831984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-venice-reminds-me-of-movie-tourist.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSnOZpa6cgI/AAAAAAAABMo/r2yGvmztgjU/s72-c/tumblr_leki4gflL31qfqujmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5977308966370842755</id><published>2011-01-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:03:04.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TShozb_4AHI/AAAAAAAABMk/5SJv8AWXhmQ/s1600/tumblr_lefdl33bCU1qfkmrqo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TShozb_4AHI/AAAAAAAABMk/5SJv8AWXhmQ/s320/tumblr_lefdl33bCU1qfkmrqo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why time always fly so fast when I'm with you ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5977308966370842755?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5977308966370842755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5977308966370842755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5977308966370842755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5977308966370842755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-time-always-fly-so-fast-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TShozb_4AHI/AAAAAAAABMk/5SJv8AWXhmQ/s72-c/tumblr_lefdl33bCU1qfkmrqo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5419679282281938834</id><published>2011-01-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:47:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSWraZkL8vI/AAAAAAAABMg/j-cGHe0kuNM/s1600/tumblr_ld9ug7bChi1qdbbywo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSWraZkL8vI/AAAAAAAABMg/j-cGHe0kuNM/s400/tumblr_ld9ug7bChi1qdbbywo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really just want someone to kiss my neck as they hold me from behind.  Who will play with my hair and tell my why they love me until I fall  asleep in their arms. Then when I wake up I'll just lie there staring at  their face thinking how perfect it is. I just want that.                             &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;One of the worst feeling in the world&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;is when you’re missing someone  from far away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and there’s nothing you can do, but to sit and wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5419679282281938834?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5419679282281938834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5419679282281938834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5419679282281938834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5419679282281938834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-really-just-want-someone-to-kiss-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSWraZkL8vI/AAAAAAAABMg/j-cGHe0kuNM/s72-c/tumblr_ld9ug7bChi1qdbbywo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3984927337718521873</id><published>2011-01-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:15:57.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSR4NhLx5hI/AAAAAAAABMc/Sb3sUr6nHUk/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSR4NhLx5hI/AAAAAAAABMc/Sb3sUr6nHUk/s400/1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap ?!&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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my neighbours keep asking, ''now you sec what ah ?" Ridiculous! I meet them like almost everyday and always the same question. -___- dont i look old enough ? You all saw me growing and same question always.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I keep receiving anonymous call from unknown number. Maybe its you ASH. If you're reading this, I want you to know that, Im no longer holding on to the past. I cant recall you or anything you've said before. If you're the caller who called and hang up. Pleaseeeeeeee, dont waste your bill/prepaid. I'm attached already as you can see. I feel so insecure. you're like a stalker. Please stop bugging me ? Okay, maybe you're one of the flings i had. I've moved on already. and yeahh. My other flings have moved on too. And i think you should. Stop tagging my blog and calling me ? Im fine here. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_993984247"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_993984248"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3984927337718521873?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3984927337718521873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3984927337718521873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3984927337718521873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3984927337718521873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap-i-hate-it-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSR4NhLx5hI/AAAAAAAABMc/Sb3sUr6nHUk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-601369314205302979</id><published>2011-01-03T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:23:44.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSG3HrpuoTI/AAAAAAAABMY/N5nrCncj2d8/s1600/tumblr_lbn7steAE61qczjnio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSG3HrpuoTI/AAAAAAAABMY/N5nrCncj2d8/s400/tumblr_lbn7steAE61qczjnio1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hi, Happy New Year fuckers! :D How was your countdown ? Mine was a little cock up at first but heh, lucky it ended well. :) Shall i describe ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Initially we all, or maybe it was just me planned to go partying all night long. So i thought since im 8teen already, why not we have some fun rather than slacking around like past years. Pretty mundane sometimes. I told them how about scape ? I know clubbing on that day will be a hell of trouble cause its going to be fucking pack and no space to dance. Im aware of that okay. So many people telling me this and that. -___- Before that everything went well, bestf and her boyf agreed. Until.... this is when the suspense came in. jeng jeng jeng. -___- Until, midnight i received a text from bestf saying she's canceling the party plan. I was like WOAHH! you dont last minute paitao me! So then her boyf texted me and blah blah blah. Still she's not going! So i thought of another plan, since abang ask if i wanted to club with him. I thought that would be nice if bestf really cancel the whole plan. I was texting boyf that night when i told him about the plan he said something unpleasant. oh, it hurts alooooooot. sangat pain. So then I sulk la like always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pain yknow. The next day i texted Eric see if he wanna go celebrate with me at commonwealth skypark. Since he's spending time at home for countdown. But, member paitao. He went to his friend yacht instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAHA. On the 31st, Jack, bestf boyf. Asked me to fetch bestf from work and all. She was all moody, ni semua pasal club. -__- So i guess i asked the wrong people to club. Then we went shopping for her clothes, after that we had our dinner at Cahaya. HAHA. So thats part one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After all the fireworks they went drinking and sleeping. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;okay thats all for my countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i want to club. But this handsome,awesome boyf of mine. is against the idea of this whole clubbing thing. Alaaaa boyf pleaseeeeee ? i promise i'll be goooood. :)&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAAAAAAY ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-601369314205302979?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/601369314205302979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=601369314205302979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/601369314205302979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/601369314205302979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-happy-new-year-fuckers-d-how-was.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TSG3HrpuoTI/AAAAAAAABMY/N5nrCncj2d8/s72-c/tumblr_lbn7steAE61qczjnio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4984246927642349026</id><published>2010-12-31T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:23:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TR1YYACRrMI/AAAAAAAABMU/FyCCqCok4zQ/s1600/SAM_0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TR1YYACRrMI/AAAAAAAABMU/FyCCqCok4zQ/s320/SAM_0990.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a Happy Girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes i feel like Im sharing you with her. This insecurities is just so fucking irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This new year, i will not be celebrating much. All plans cock up. Might be meeting someone else play firecrackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/3322259727159255032-4984246927642349026?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4984246927642349026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4984246927642349026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4984246927642349026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4984246927642349026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TR1YYACRrMI/AAAAAAAABMU/FyCCqCok4zQ/s72-c/SAM_0990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4201496235260941165</id><published>2010-12-26T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:59:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>23rd ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Happy first monthsary. AND Happy 8teenth!&lt;br /&gt;This post might be a little late, Sorry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First monthsary was a little cock up i must say. :(&amp;nbsp; Sorry baby, if i was too dramatic. kay tak. I shouldn't elaborate more. Baby,&amp;nbsp; I want you to be by my side always. I want to wake up every morning and see you sleeping by my side. CHEY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything that i've been through with you, I want you to be always here with me. Without you, i can't define the meaning of love. You're the only one that make me feels like im in cloud nine. If all this was a dream, i would never want to wake up cause you're the perfect nightmare. I love you and will always do. I will take good care of you as long as I'm still breathing. I promise, only you that i love. If you're lonely through your nights, I'm always here. You're the best i ever had and i would never want to waste the time i had with you. No one stole my heart like you did. Iloveyou babyboy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TRYeTInNbnI/AAAAAAAABMI/sM7lQZNlaCM/s1600/SAM_0922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TRYeTInNbnI/AAAAAAAABMI/sM7lQZNlaCM/s400/SAM_0922.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is my perfect nightmare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi, i need to stop this smoking-oking habit of mine. Every time i tried, mission fail. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;kay best. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I love the way i lie. :) Plans for countdown is still pending. :( i love my life. &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/3322259727159255032-4201496235260941165?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4201496235260941165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4201496235260941165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4201496235260941165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4201496235260941165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/23rd-baby-happy-first-monthsary.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TRYeTInNbnI/AAAAAAAABMI/sM7lQZNlaCM/s72-c/SAM_0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4217040369714371950</id><published>2010-12-21T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:02:09.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQ-CdmSj8tI/AAAAAAAABMA/er2nTMM9TA0/s1600/SAM_0559.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQ-CdmSj8tI/AAAAAAAABMA/er2nTMM9TA0/s400/SAM_0559.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment(s) submission are due in a week time. I haven't start yet cause the bloody paper is missing. I look pretty in pink right ? :D That's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're turning a month soon. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: ASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, first of all. Im not bella. AND, i know nothing about your tag. Every single shit about what you're typing doesn't relate to me. You want to date me for the last time ? As if i've been on a date with you before. and last dance? nak mati pe kau ? Kay, whoever you are, i swear you sound like a sick person. I very scared you know. leave me alone and i'll thank you for that. I'm stabilizing my life now and please dont add chaos in it. Im good here and you're good there. we leave each other alone okay. :) Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-4217040369714371950?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4217040369714371950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4217040369714371950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4217040369714371950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4217040369714371950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQ-CdmSj8tI/AAAAAAAABMA/er2nTMM9TA0/s72-c/SAM_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6876231240478419360</id><published>2010-12-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:31:06.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I need to start mugging and do my assignments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And for that, i need someone who is fierce enough to make me sit and study.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6876231240478419360?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6876231240478419360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6876231240478419360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6876231240478419360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6876231240478419360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-to-start-mugging-and-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4395718961365565672</id><published>2010-12-15T07:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T07:08:47.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQfzL9oWB4I/AAAAAAAABLs/NABOa7Pfy14/s1600/148559_476307724123_550299123_5562469_2220406_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQfzL9oWB4I/AAAAAAAABLs/NABOa7Pfy14/s400/148559_476307724123_550299123_5562469_2220406_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That guy up there is my bestfriend. One in a million. He's someone I would not want to lose. I got a text from him which makes me tear. That was the sweetest thing ever. Bestfriend, i know even we rarely spent time together like we used to. I'm always here for you. However, i miss after school lepak session with you. Off topic jap. Everyday, in my prayers i always hope that one day, she will understand the meaning of our friendship. How much we really treasure each other. It breaks my heart when i heard you saying about that promise you made to her. I told you, im pretty much fine if you were to leave and choose to be with her. Only god knows how much its killing me inside. But then, when you told me the next day that the promise between you and her is no longer valid. My heart jumped for joy. I thankful to Allah, I have someone like you in my life. Your sacrifice, i will remember till my last breath. A bestfriend like you, is someone i would never wants to lose, even if it means fighting.&amp;nbsp;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQfzuqt6ztI/AAAAAAAABLw/LADt021L0EQ/s1600/SAM_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQfzuqt6ztI/AAAAAAAABLw/LADt021L0EQ/s400/SAM_0388.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my female bestfriend. Im grateful that i have her in my life. She is someone who can tolerate my nonsense. Even being a nuisance to her. After the biggest fight we had, i can't bear to lose you for the second time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i saw her recent blogpost. Addicted with karaoke eh ? HAHA. told you its addictive. :D We go again one day okay baby ? Kau nak double date lagi&amp;nbsp; eh ? CAN CAN. with different people can ? Kay bedek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i love about work is the company of Dee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-4395718961365565672?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4395718961365565672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4395718961365565672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4395718961365565672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4395718961365565672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-that-guy-up-there-is-my-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQfzL9oWB4I/AAAAAAAABLs/NABOa7Pfy14/s72-c/148559_476307724123_550299123_5562469_2220406_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3576528145436660846</id><published>2010-12-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:14:47.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQYjJ5iOCVI/AAAAAAAABLo/6YE75YqO1fE/s1600/SAM_0881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQYjJ5iOCVI/AAAAAAAABLo/6YE75YqO1fE/s400/SAM_0881.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi readers(if there's any, but i bet there's none.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for neglecting this blog and not posting as much as i used to. I've grown lazy over time. I don't know why. But I'm a freaking lazy bummer. HAHA. I really have nothing to blog. Unless I blog about what i did today and every other days. That's gonna be a boring one right? Okay, I just got an idea about what to blog. HAHA. My aunt's family just moved in to my apartment. At first i feel so awkward. But days passed, im good. My cousins are irritating but a good company. They at least able to make my day. Especially the younger one. There is always something he will joke about and never fail to make me laugh. -____- A 26 who doesn't act like one. And his elder brother a 30 years old man, act like a 12 year old. You people should stay under one roof with us. I have company at least for the next four months. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother birthday is in two days, i haven't get him anything yet. Should i get him something or what till my pay day then i go buy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wants to go to pulau ubin badly. :( i miss cycling with Rose. And movie dates with her. Babe, got miss me anot ? shall we have a date again since your O's is done ? Miss eating with you at our budget hunts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to go USS, really badly. Okay, suddenly this reminds me of Yamani. He said since after the whole trip to USS and it'll end late, we should just check in to 'bilek pangkeng' He make it sounds so wrong. HAHA. YAM YAM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this year's zoukout! Its alright, there's always other clubs. But i need to find kaki gereksss. :D PAGING FOR HANNAH RAHMAT, JOM KITA HAPPY HAPPY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've no plans for countdown. BUT, i plan to go to the siloso beach partyyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3576528145436660846?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3576528145436660846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3576528145436660846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3576528145436660846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3576528145436660846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-readersif-theres-any-but-i-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TQYjJ5iOCVI/AAAAAAAABLo/6YE75YqO1fE/s72-c/SAM_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7302315974892447377</id><published>2010-12-06T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:49:31.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TPzLO0o51xI/AAAAAAAABLk/oZz6LHQEbmo/s1600/SAM_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TPzLO0o51xI/AAAAAAAABLk/oZz6LHQEbmo/s320/SAM_0749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Im back with a post. Hopefully this is a proper one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to blog about something which might hurt certain people. and if that person is reading. This post, is for you. You once gave me hope to love. I thought you were serious about it till the day, i realized you wasn't. I could sense that you was never serious but i let that feeling pass cause i know, everyone deserve a chance. That moment I know you revolve around me. I smiled when you text. They, my friends witnessed how happy i was when you called or texted. I thought you were the best thing i ever had. Even if it was a few minutes, hearing your voice puts me to sleep. Maybe i was too drifted away with my own feelings that i think so highly of you. I tell everyone about you, they knew how happy i was. But then, my happiness didn't last. I was just kidding when i told you i was attached. I wanted to see your reaction. Its not like what i expected it to be. That is when i heard the bell rang. I was just another spare part of yours. I know, i didn't mean much to you. That point of time you meant alot to me. I really mean ALOT. But hey, i wasn't really hurt when i choose to leave you and our memories behind. I know that you're just temporary. Sorry that i delete you off my facebook. I'm trying to refresh my memory about you. I don't want memories of you hold my footsteps back. For that, I'm glad I didn't choose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happy with my boyfriend now, and i hope you tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend, thank you for your presence in my beautiful life. Though you're not the first, you'll be the last one. For your information eh boyfriend, you're the best birthday present i had on my eighteenth. I cant forget the way you asked me that question. :) HAHA. I'll hold your words baby. Thanks for the wonderful Sunday. For the climbing of stairs till the walking of endless bridge, i enjoy every moment we had. Like you said, no matter what happens, you'll still love me. Same goes to you. I'll love you no matter what happens in the future. Sayaaaaaaaaang you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7302315974892447377?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7302315974892447377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7302315974892447377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7302315974892447377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7302315974892447377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TPzLO0o51xI/AAAAAAAABLk/oZz6LHQEbmo/s72-c/SAM_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5493278779810678337</id><published>2010-12-02T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:21:54.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TPZ9vqzNahI/AAAAAAAABLg/uW1J4e3HpV0/s1600/156313_10150322644120061_710375060_15992003_177158_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TPZ9vqzNahI/AAAAAAAABLg/uW1J4e3HpV0/s400/156313_10150322644120061_710375060_15992003_177158_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont really have much to say. I love my boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hi baby, I just want to tell you that I ain't no perfect girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I'm so sorry about tonight. Just cause some idiot ruin my night I vent it on you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I'm so sorry boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Mummy eventually found out about him. So I can't hide things anymore from her. I thought she's going to flare up or something knowing that I got someone. But then, her reaction was totally the opposite. :D Mummy was so interested knowing how I meet him and all. I told her everything and then she asked me what happened to 'abang police'?&amp;nbsp; I went silent for awhile. I don't know why I suddenly feel so angry when she asked about him.&amp;nbsp; God knows how much I hate him now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I love you, more than I love my phone. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5493278779810678337?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5493278779810678337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5493278779810678337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5493278779810678337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5493278779810678337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-really-have-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TPZ9vqzNahI/AAAAAAAABLg/uW1J4e3HpV0/s72-c/156313_10150322644120061_710375060_15992003_177158_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-1249555480817831948</id><published>2010-11-26T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:34:01.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TO6F58t9vUI/AAAAAAAABLc/xrcyMAhrkXU/s1600/tumblr_lbd0e2xw6k1qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TO6F58t9vUI/AAAAAAAABLc/xrcyMAhrkXU/s400/tumblr_lbd0e2xw6k1qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hi everyone. I'm really sorry for the lack of post. I am not that busy but im just so freaaaking lazy to type. Im high on tumblr instead.&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ask me how was my eighteenth like ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a blast and i did have fun. So the day before on the 22nd, i ended work as usual and meet bestfriend. We headed home together. She witnessed how excited i was when it was almost twelve. I jumped around like a monkey and irritate her that im turning eighteen. :D I get more hyper when people start texting me happy birthday! since no one sings for me a birthday song, i tuned in to youtube and play all the birthday song available. HAHA. -___- but then someone called and sang a birthday song for me. :D thanks. Okay. so that was the night. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the day of the 23rd. I went to school and a few classmates wished me. Thanks people. And my gang sang me a birthday song. That moment i almost breakdown, i was touched by them. Thanks Hannah, Aslam, Yamani, Ain, Zaheer, Meryl and Rebecca. :D i love you guys to bits. After all the fun in school. I went for a date with Hannah darling. We watched Magika. Thanks for the treat babyyy. :D And Hannah, sudah eighteen kan ? club jom?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to all who wished me through text messages, calls, facebook and everywhere else. I'm really touched by you people. Thanks for remembering my big day and wishing me goodluck for my bike license. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the date with her, i went to meet babylove. :D I love you to bits la Rilek. &lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;I'll hold your words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the girl who he thinks is the cutest. Not necessarily the  “hottest” or the “prettiest”, but the cutest. Because hotness refers to  the body, and God knows mine isn’t perfect. Pretty refers to the face  and I know plenty of girls prettier than me. But cuteness is referring  to every imperfection that he loves. Every weird little habit. The funny  little things that make me different from every other girl he could  have. Like how I have a dorky laugh, I can’t watch gory movies, or the  way my hair smells. All of the little things that he notices and adores.  I want to be that girl. Can I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, you're the best I ever had. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-1249555480817831948?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1249555480817831948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=1249555480817831948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1249555480817831948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1249555480817831948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TO6F58t9vUI/AAAAAAAABLc/xrcyMAhrkXU/s72-c/tumblr_lbd0e2xw6k1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7168418676133599268</id><published>2010-11-19T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T01:00:47.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TOVFUFkwXuI/AAAAAAAABLY/7KLMVSXg0zM/s1600/23693_349096638712_340729228712_3426439_2867686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TOVFUFkwXuI/AAAAAAAABLY/7KLMVSXg0zM/s320/23693_349096638712_340729228712_3426439_2867686_n.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wished i can smile again as wide as this little boy again without having nightmares of the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why people tend to ask about our past when its no longer important. ?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can never know someone's feelings if they just keep shut. People around you may tell lies and hurt you, but you just have to know which pain is worth crying for. Im living in denial. I keep running away from the truth. Love is never that easy again when your heart is broken to pieces. I let some strangers in to my heart and they toy with it.I got treated like some piece of shit. Is my feelings not important to you idiots? I got a heart too. Its fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are worth fighting for but sometimes i can’t be the only  one fighting. At times, people need to fight for me. If they don’t, i must move on and realize what i gave them was more than they were  willing to give me. Hopefully, people realize great things when they  come around and don’t lose something real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never easy to fix a broken heart. Its not like how you fixed the wound on your knees when you fall and scraped it against the floor. Plasters do their job. But plasters doesn't work on a broken heart. The wound may heal but the scars stays forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i bragging about this broken heart ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people. Im so sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a happy person today. I bought myself a new MAXI. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with someone recently and that day was one of the best days i had in my life. Thanks awak for the day. Eventhough I was sick, I enjoy every moment i had with you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7168418676133599268?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7168418676133599268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7168418676133599268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7168418676133599268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7168418676133599268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wished-i-can-smile-again-as-wide-as.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TOVFUFkwXuI/AAAAAAAABLY/7KLMVSXg0zM/s72-c/23693_349096638712_340729228712_3426439_2867686_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8705772421638075244</id><published>2010-11-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:21:34.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TOKe0tnH-0I/AAAAAAAABLU/k-ZnC0_jIPA/s1600/sdx125-c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TOKe0tnH-0I/AAAAAAAABLU/k-ZnC0_jIPA/s400/sdx125-c1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum promised me a 125cc scrambler once I get my bike license. :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im freaking excited. Very excited. fucking excited. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You need a ride. beep me. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8705772421638075244?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8705772421638075244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8705772421638075244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8705772421638075244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8705772421638075244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/mum-promised-me-125cc-scrambler-once-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TOKe0tnH-0I/AAAAAAAABLU/k-ZnC0_jIPA/s72-c/sdx125-c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-173221634748140079</id><published>2010-11-15T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:31:20.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TODYeTCI4SI/AAAAAAAABLM/sfav4pUuYc4/s1600/31110_403605304123_550299123_4081972_8257141_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TODYeTCI4SI/AAAAAAAABLM/sfav4pUuYc4/s400/31110_403605304123_550299123_4081972_8257141_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture brought a huge disappointment&amp;nbsp; to someone I really looked up to. I make this as a profile picture on my facebook when he commented,&lt;i&gt; '' where is that sweet innocence girl i knew before ? "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;That's when i heard the bell rang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I've made humongous mistakes in my life, well who doesn't?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TODYfwFVHHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/tisOkRZ2tqk/s1600/tumblr_lbok3d1nBd1qzhe6co1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TODYfwFVHHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/tisOkRZ2tqk/s320/tumblr_lbok3d1nBd1qzhe6co1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I have tons of her picture in my cellphone. Wouldn't it be nice if she's here with me celebrating my eighteenth?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;FAT HOPE mimyee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I had the best weekend i could ever dream of. Even when some shit happened. On saturday i was out with bestfriend. Eversince she got hooked, i rarely spend time alone with her. Like just the two of us. :D We finally had some bonding again. we laughed out loud and talk about everything. She's one of the best human on earth. She's the one who would be there when i encounter shitty days. So we talked about our love life -__- Work, school and all the random shits. and KAK, bila mau karaoke ? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;On sunday i meet up with my girlfriends. so we headed to the JURONG BIRDPARK. A boring place. -__-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't really enjoy the trip there futhermore it was raining so yeah. But i did enjoyed the time spend with them. Catching up and all. I miss those days in school with you girls. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;My eighteenth is in 8 days time. I am turning a year older. I can't wait to enroll myself for bike license. :D Hi, dirt bikes. Im coming for you. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3322259727159255032-173221634748140079?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/173221634748140079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=173221634748140079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/173221634748140079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/173221634748140079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-picture-brought-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TODYeTCI4SI/AAAAAAAABLM/sfav4pUuYc4/s72-c/31110_403605304123_550299123_4081972_8257141_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6067704914530755297</id><published>2010-11-14T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:38:25.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TN7MIoaZv8I/AAAAAAAABLE/sFdMZeY5-lA/s1600/tumblr_lao4w4jxbA1qzfu1oo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TN7MIoaZv8I/AAAAAAAABLE/sFdMZeY5-lA/s320/tumblr_lao4w4jxbA1qzfu1oo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;i want her face on my birthday cake. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6067704914530755297?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6067704914530755297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6067704914530755297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6067704914530755297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6067704914530755297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-her-face-on-my-birthday-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TN7MIoaZv8I/AAAAAAAABLE/sFdMZeY5-lA/s72-c/tumblr_lao4w4jxbA1qzfu1oo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6701484578137909944</id><published>2010-10-26T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T02:48:31.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMXNRpPDD4I/AAAAAAAABLA/Aqv6cwD5YT0/s1600/love_2Dcards.thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMXNRpPDD4I/AAAAAAAABLA/Aqv6cwD5YT0/s320/love_2Dcards.thumbnail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;definition of love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love is for someone who is&lt;b&gt; really &lt;/b&gt;sincere and not to be played around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you cant accept me for who i am, please dont get anywhere close to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is fragile, handle with care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When it comes to affection for another person i always get confuse between infatuation and love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku mendambakan cinta yang indah tanpa airmata.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6701484578137909944?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6701484578137909944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6701484578137909944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6701484578137909944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6701484578137909944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/definition-of-love-love-is-emotion-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMXNRpPDD4I/AAAAAAAABLA/Aqv6cwD5YT0/s72-c/love_2Dcards.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5433799230374346706</id><published>2010-10-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:24:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMWqs8shHGI/AAAAAAAABK8/HnWkCY3IRBk/s1600/tumblr_lai7jt1dhY1qzhe6co1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMWqs8shHGI/AAAAAAAABK8/HnWkCY3IRBk/s400/tumblr_lai7jt1dhY1qzhe6co1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&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; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi cyberpeople. :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Im having my one week break after exams now and my dearest kak dee told my in-charge im on holidaaays and im doing closing everynight. :D baiyeeeek pe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohkaaays, birthday is in 27 more days. Im freaking excited. I did a wishlist for myself. Since im working now so i can buy all the stuff i waaaant! :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMWqh_wC8yI/AAAAAAAABK4/Kv6Fko3eaew/s1600/G-shock+Pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMWqh_wC8yI/AAAAAAAABK4/Kv6Fko3eaew/s320/G-shock+Pink.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A new pink G shock for myselffff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMWqgRjjnfI/AAAAAAAABK0/F30OXnPKT0A/s1600/birkenstock-sandals-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMWqgRjjnfI/AAAAAAAABK0/F30OXnPKT0A/s400/birkenstock-sandals-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And Arizona birks. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I want Madrid birks toooooo! :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I still have my vans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5433799230374346706?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5433799230374346706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5433799230374346706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5433799230374346706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5433799230374346706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-cyberpeople.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TMWqs8shHGI/AAAAAAAABK8/HnWkCY3IRBk/s72-c/tumblr_lai7jt1dhY1qzhe6co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6408530208108202303</id><published>2010-10-23T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T03:00:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hi semuaaaaaaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Im done with examinations. yet still have my supp papers cause i screw my papers badly. If this news get to mummy, confirm she will blow up. :S niwayss gottha start saving for the supp. :D school is resuming on the 1st november. Ohmaan. Then my stupid workplace gonna shut down on the 3rd. fvck! so hhow the hell im gonna do my partaaaye ? HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;kaykays, gaji on the 28 hopefully they dont hold my gaji yeaah. i got alot to shop. I need a new G shock cause the old one is old. :S Still have karaoke plans with my babiesss. and then swimming, sentosa ohmygodd. alot of planss alot of moneey. :S Still need to blanja bestfriend kfc. :S still need to give my brother money for his bike.&amp;nbsp; LOL :D AND OHHH, jaybee with classmatessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;oh now, im getting bored of being a lampost. My bestfriend, is always with her bf. So if like im meeting her, her bf will be there and tadaaaaa! im the tiang lampu. Samee situation if im with classmates. Like all of them are attached and im .................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;HAHA. my other bestfriend is also busy with his girlfriend and work. -___-'' bila la deey bole jumpa ? rinduu sama kauuu. :S MIMI 2 please please set a date free so we can do catch ups ? :D sumpah i miss cracking lame and idiotic jokes with you. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My girlfriends, Goodluck with your Olevels, Jiayou babes! I shall see you laughing next yearrr! Okay! and pleassee meet up soonnn ? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shall get seriouss now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Im going to turn eighteen in a month time, I promise i would be a better person ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Its time that i take life seriously and not for granted. I've seen people around me living the world without accomplished dreams. I know someday i might leave this world. But when the time arrives, i want to leave with accomplished dreams. I have huge dreams, i want it done before i leave this world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I dont want to dissapoint anyone on earth for the choices i made. Instead, i want them to be happy with the path i chose. Its my life, i want to live my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Allah tidak akan merubah seseorang jika seseorang itu tidak merubah dirinya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Farid Kamil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6408530208108202303?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6408530208108202303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6408530208108202303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6408530208108202303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6408530208108202303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-semuaaaaaaa-im-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3525270382708383459</id><published>2010-10-16T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:09:08.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLiHXDG4O0I/AAAAAAAABKk/1v6bYp5VWDs/s1600/33766_458468099960_729489960_5393688_3046463_n+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLiHXDG4O0I/AAAAAAAABKk/1v6bYp5VWDs/s320/33766_458468099960_729489960_5393688_3046463_n+-+Copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hey people in the cyberworld. Imma happy girl. :D love is in the air for people around me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;next month is my birthday. i have lots of plan. ZOOO, USS and also flyers. ohh sentosa pleasssseeee. :DD&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLiHZqU7M4I/AAAAAAAABKw/rCl6LMLDugQ/s1600/72130_458470709960_729489960_5393696_2828339_n+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLiHZqU7M4I/AAAAAAAABKw/rCl6LMLDugQ/s320/72130_458470709960_729489960_5393696_2828339_n+-+Copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Planning with bestie and her bf. that we might be gg to some cool place next year for a cool holiday. genting or cameron. or maybe langkawi or desaru or anywhere chill. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;should get a boyfriend sooner or later. cos all around me is freakingly attached and i dont want to be the lampost when hanging out with them. feel so lonely. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLiGxC5fosI/AAAAAAAABKg/3dL8LoWZShA/s1600/71711_458473609960_729489960_5393742_3212138_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3525270382708383459?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3525270382708383459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3525270382708383459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3525270382708383459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3525270382708383459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-people-in-cyberworld.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLiHXDG4O0I/AAAAAAAABKk/1v6bYp5VWDs/s72-c/33766_458468099960_729489960_5393688_3046463_n+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6750521142245664757</id><published>2010-10-09T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:34:45.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLB5YndY0FI/AAAAAAAABKQ/I7Erj0m95MA/s1600/537308482010080900324481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLB5YndY0FI/AAAAAAAABKQ/I7Erj0m95MA/s400/537308482010080900324481.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ey babes and dudessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;been a while yeah ? since a proper post is uploaded here, in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been busy these past few weeks. Assignments to catch up and examss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Im such a last minute person, so i will rush everything till the very last minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alhamdulillah that i managed to settle my assignments and hand it on time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Up next is my exams. its on monday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've yet to memorize/study as im busy working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well that is not the reason. I just dont have the mood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when i had, i went studying with the wrong people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i will end up talking craps or watch movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it a habit of mine. i cant really settledown and study until the very last minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; School life was awesome i must say. I think that KTM boy know that i like him. er, its all because of the bike. He's not that good looking anyways. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My bestfriend, im happy for her. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i hope you will live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when is my &lt;i&gt;happily ever after&lt;/i&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cant predict.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everytime, some shitty boys came over to my life an sort of shine some light onto me. Giving me hopes and end up crying to bed. Well, thats a risk i must take for playing hard to get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come on, im not an easy or cheap girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dont wear hotpants, tank tops and all. Cause i know a fat girl like me looks amazingly ugly in that. Yeah, i know my stand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh wells, fuck it all. who caressss ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;if ever i find my happily ever after soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want him to be someone he is and not someone he never was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pretending to be a cool shit infront of me. Be yourself baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He must know how to treat me fairly and equally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And not too formal of course. I want him to treat me like his friends, where he can joke or talk cock under the hotsun, in the rainy days. under the block or where ever shit it is. But hey, doesnt mean you can treat me as your fcking friend you can remove the girlfriend tittle i have. &lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend is always a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just want my future-to-be boyrfriend be someone i can treat as a friend, bestfriend, mom, dad, sister, brother. basically anything. even if he has to a be a bitch with me bitching about other people. Oh, please no over-the-limit jealousy. that suckss! no matter how fucking much you love me, too much jealousy is a NO NO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHA! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, i dont need an engagement ring if i get engaged later on. I want a bike. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Same goes to my wedding ring. A bike pleaseee ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:D Minicooper is cool tooo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLB6OyZSYII/AAAAAAAABKU/0KzxT_MjDtY/s1600/62990_448075804960_729489960_5187084_4768993_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLB6OyZSYII/AAAAAAAABKU/0KzxT_MjDtY/s320/62990_448075804960_729489960_5187084_4768993_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They are the coolest primary school friends i ever had. They are the ones who will take time off no matter how busy they are just to gather on the very special day of Hari Raya . to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;meet and do some catch up. Its always the same bunch of people. except we're missing one here. Our teddy bear. HAMIRUL. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And we'll never miss Cikgu Lina house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;till here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So i guess a goodbye for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Shall update later on if i have the time again and the mood. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mimyee Williams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6750521142245664757?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6750521142245664757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6750521142245664757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6750521142245664757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6750521142245664757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/h-ey-babes-and-dudessss.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TLB5YndY0FI/AAAAAAAABKQ/I7Erj0m95MA/s72-c/537308482010080900324481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-277785400175274439</id><published>2010-10-04T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:15:33.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Zacky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-277785400175274439?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/277785400175274439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=277785400175274439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/277785400175274439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/277785400175274439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-zacky.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-68684275748235969</id><published>2010-09-28T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:38:37.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ash baby.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TKIKNh4MhKI/AAAAAAAABKM/OzGUpRUK2T8/s1600/59301_448064324960_729489960_5186823_2850015_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TKIKNh4MhKI/AAAAAAAABKM/OzGUpRUK2T8/s320/59301_448064324960_729489960_5186823_2850015_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this girl to bits. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I never feel so happy when i get a text from some one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I never stares at my phone when its on silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I never felt so desperate to get a text /call from anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But you, you changed everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku suka dirinya,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mungkin aku sayang,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;namun apakah mungkin,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kau menjadi milik ku. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-68684275748235969?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/68684275748235969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=68684275748235969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/68684275748235969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/68684275748235969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-this-girl-to-bits.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TKIKNh4MhKI/AAAAAAAABKM/OzGUpRUK2T8/s72-c/59301_448064324960_729489960_5186823_2850015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5643306449522638373</id><published>2010-09-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:54:40.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont go.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TKC8FqPtHNI/AAAAAAAABKI/zI05sZ9AogY/s1600/IMG00413-20100926-1938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TKC8FqPtHNI/AAAAAAAABKI/zI05sZ9AogY/s320/IMG00413-20100926-1938.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi everybody. Selamat Hari Raya! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met someone. He came, but there's one thing im afraid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If he ever leaves without a goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5643306449522638373?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5643306449522638373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5643306449522638373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5643306449522638373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5643306449522638373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TKC8FqPtHNI/AAAAAAAABKI/zI05sZ9AogY/s72-c/IMG00413-20100926-1938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3910699773783975859</id><published>2010-09-06T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:21:57.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TIPLAOsBsVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/GVacXx6XgMg/s1600/IMG00512-20100505-1422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TIPLAOsBsVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/GVacXx6XgMg/s320/IMG00512-20100505-1422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assalamua'alaikum.&lt;br /&gt;Today i finish work on the dot. And i had alot of fun. About twelve, there's this male adult. In his twenties, he entered the shop, looking at me and smiled. So i smile back. Then when he was at the other end of the shop, he keep looking at me and hoping that our eyes meet. Eventually it did and it wasnt on purpose. I was surveying the whole shop and bumps into his eyes. And he smile again. Smile back. Upon leaving, he keep looking back, same reason, hoping that i look at him. this time on purpose i pretended i dont know he was leaving and then when he almost leaves the shop i look at him, he turns and wave, and SMILE! HAHA. and i laugh like hell. He came on saturday too, same thing keep smiling at me. This mamat gila or what ? This really kept me laughing alone the whole day. HAHA. kalau stunning macam Edward Cullen takpe jugak. LOL. Put&amp;nbsp; that aside. There's a few kids came by my place and have battle among themselves and also on me. Well, now i can say i'm pretty much an expert about beyblade. My trainings doesnt really help me but those kids taught me alot. Beyblade can mean the world to those kids. And im so proud when they leave with a smile on their face. Though i feel sad for some kids whose parents refuse to buy for them with reason like it just spins around, where got fun. HELLO parents, its your kid playing and not you! dang! Hurts me deep inside man. not because you're not buying my products its because your kids doesnt get to enjoy his childhood as he wanted to. Anyways feelings aside. There's some kids even came a few times till the parent decide to buy it for them. Ohmygucci! These kids really put my pain away. :D i love this job though it kill my legs standing for 8 hours. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have explaination to make, The blog post on thursday, 2 september was just a random post. HEHE. there's loverboy but there's no 5 monthsary. The 5 months is &lt;b&gt;cheers-to-never-talk-to-him-before&lt;/b&gt; eversince i knw him. HAHA. So yeah, and &lt;b&gt;cheers to 2 months of singlehood&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3910699773783975859?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3910699773783975859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3910699773783975859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3910699773783975859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3910699773783975859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/assalamuaalaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TIPLAOsBsVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/GVacXx6XgMg/s72-c/IMG00512-20100505-1422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2414236432205449569</id><published>2010-09-05T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:51:28.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TIKEEoesumI/AAAAAAAABJw/m9DJeFGsHj0/s1600/IMG00260-20100904-2027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TIKEEoesumI/AAAAAAAABJw/m9DJeFGsHj0/s320/IMG00260-20100904-2027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saaaaaap yaw!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today was my first day at an unknown place. An alien place to me cause i've never been there. not exactly that way. I've been there but not to explore the place. Thanks to Hannah and Zabedy for being my map, since you people are more familiar with that place than me. :)&amp;nbsp; Prolly you're gueeesing where the freaking hell is that place right? hehe, im not going to tell you. caussseeeeeee, there's this ass-stalker on my blog. im afraid he'll stalk me at my workplace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day was awesome, Alhamdulillah the workers there are very friendly and of course there's still a few who dont talk or show black face to me. heh. what i care? im attached there for two days only. so fuck hell! :) So i reached there a lil late since there's disruption on the train. Sheesh! After reporting, they give me the items to set up at my booth. Its my first time and im so slenge. Seriously, i got help from the employees, like i said, they were the friendly ones. :D after all that set up stuffs, i packed my bag and keep it in the store. Damn you! i love this job though it bores me. :) its a freaking easy job. You just have to entertain those kids who came over to your booth to have a battle with you. If there's no one i can just stand there and be an idiot. heh. But yeah. So its first day and one of my beyblade ( the specially given to me ) got stolen. And its a porwerful one! im very angry youknow! hmmmph!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buka time i was alone. No one came to accompany me. HAHA. pathetic kan. And thanks hannah for the direction to LJS. :) so had my breakfast at LJS, i was 15 minutes late cos there's no seat all packed. and i die die want to eat LJS. So yeah, due to my stubbornness, i waited patientlyy. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's about it. I shall summarize again tomorrow(sunday). :) byeeeeeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-2414236432205449569?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2414236432205449569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2414236432205449569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2414236432205449569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2414236432205449569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/saaaaaap-yaw-so-today-was-my-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TIKEEoesumI/AAAAAAAABJw/m9DJeFGsHj0/s72-c/IMG00260-20100904-2027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2398533279522701877</id><published>2010-09-02T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T02:46:25.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you, loverboy. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 5 monthsary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-2398533279522701877?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2398533279522701877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2398533279522701877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2398533279522701877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2398533279522701877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-you-loverboy.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7167253501412797572</id><published>2010-09-01T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:47:43.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TH5F624iS7I/AAAAAAAABJo/mU06eMUR6KM/s1600/tumblr_l7tb57Fl0T1qbpredo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TH5F624iS7I/AAAAAAAABJo/mU06eMUR6KM/s400/tumblr_l7tb57Fl0T1qbpredo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Supp people. I guess my tagboard is dead. hopefully my blog is not. I seldom update my blog nowdays. I will be at blogger's homepage and then stare at the homepage for quite sometime and then decided not to blog anything. :S crazyyyyyyyy&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im like suppose to do my assignment and its due tomorrow, 2 september 2010 at 8pm. But I am here blogging, Fb-ing. twitter-ing and some other craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this assignment, i still have 2 individual assignment and 2 group work. :S all submission date is before 29 september 2010. So i guess, i cant really enjoy my Hari Raya. BAIYEKKK! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to wear my baju raya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7167253501412797572?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7167253501412797572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7167253501412797572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7167253501412797572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7167253501412797572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/supp-people.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TH5F624iS7I/AAAAAAAABJo/mU06eMUR6KM/s72-c/tumblr_l7tb57Fl0T1qbpredo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7123463108664298064</id><published>2010-08-29T03:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:14:10.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let it gooooo.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/THlaX2gScKI/AAAAAAAABJg/gSsdBKQqQd8/s1600/ucapan-hari-raya.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/THlaX2gScKI/AAAAAAAABJg/gSsdBKQqQd8/s400/ucapan-hari-raya.gif" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello people! So yeah, im finally posting up a post, sorry if i havent been posting. Been busy and lazy lately. :) So yeah, recently life was pretty awesome since Hari Raya is coming soon. LIKE REAAAAL SOOON! I havent do any preparation yet except for cleaning my whole room and re-painting it pink and a wall orange. And the ceiling, peach. Weird colour combination right ? Well, i wanted the ceiling blueee. but mum say its moreeee weirder. :S Actually, my room is the combination of all the colour in the house. I wanted to save money on buying a new paint colour. Since my last year's pink colour still have remainings. And i got the orange from the living room. :) Creative kan ? btw, blue is mum's room and the kitchen. Seeee, how we save paint. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im the only person left who havent buy any hari raya outfits/shoe/bag yet. :S I cant find any nice/cool/outstanding baju raya over at the bazaar. Bazaar is filled with outdated baju raya from the past years, the songkets, the baju kurung and the only latest one is the full butterfly jubah(long dress) with a kind of belt at the top of the tummy and below the bosom. Sheesh! its so like pregnant woman. HAHA. sorry ah to those who bought it. Only tall,slim woman would look pretty and stylish in that kind of clothes. Oh my. I havent buy any shoes yet plus beg! and its like 11 more days to Hari Raya. Mum is getting pissed at me. She said if buy sunday (which is today since its 3.40 am already) if i still cant decide what kind of Baju raya i should buy, she wont bother entertaining me buying the Baju already. Oh geeee. Sad or whut ? I feel this year is sucha rush. left with less than 2 weeks to get my stuff. I feel like recycling my last year's clothes and shoes. Well, sunday will decide my fate. HAHA. relaxs laaa mimi. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Recently, few people drop by my heart . But none stayed cos i shoo them away. Cos there's this guy, he has been in my heart&amp;nbsp; for about 2plus years now. Though things are going to be impossible for us, i never put my hopes high. Since &lt;i&gt;ramalan&lt;/i&gt; (idk the english word) somebody said that our hearts are together beating as one (-,-") yet there's something that kept us apart. But, i dont know whether i should trust or not. Niways, that should be aside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a boyfriend who doesnt need me to treat him formally. I need a boyfriend who loves me for what i am, treat me like his friend/enemy/bestfriend/boyfriend/girlfriend/mummy/daddy/sister/brother. Same goes to me, i want to be able to treat him freely. Like no jealousy of who i am being friends with and all the shit. But hey, a boyfriend is still a boyfriend. A boyfriend will always be the one i love. :) The special one in my heart,♥.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;Happy fasting. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7123463108664298064?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7123463108664298064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7123463108664298064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7123463108664298064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7123463108664298064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-people-so-yeah-im-finally-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/THlaX2gScKI/AAAAAAAABJg/gSsdBKQqQd8/s72-c/ucapan-hari-raya.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-744331371588688648</id><published>2010-08-18T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T02:12:53.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is what we make of it. We can achieve everything and climb the  highest mountain if we simply remain positive even in the darkest  moments&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since i last blogged. I've been busy catching up with life. I'm halfway though my Diploma and I'm still confuse over the idea of going Australia to achieve my Degree in Tourism. I would prolly take up the july 2010 intake. But I am still having doubts that i could live alone out there. Away from family, friends. :( Anyway, its still a year from now. I've more than enough time to decide and think carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its fasting month. Its almost a week already. I can feel the Hari Raya vibe. What Baju should i wear, what shoe should i get. what bag and the list of&amp;nbsp; 'what should i get' goes on. Alhamdulillah, i havent skipped a day of puasa. I really cant wait for hari raya. Its like im sooo gonna have fun. My schmates planning to rent a car since we have a few of them who is qualify to drive. And pri schmates are planning to rent a van so that irfan can drive us around. :) so yeah. So looking forward, and i can buy a 5 inch heels since i dont have to walk alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, ive been spending some quality time with my dearest friend Rose at God's house. HAHA. We went terawih together. So awesome. :) This year im gg to spend lesser time breakfasting outside and end up didnt go for terawih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend's birthday is next week. And i havent got her anything yet! sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-744331371588688648?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/744331371588688648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=744331371588688648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/744331371588688648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/744331371588688648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-what-we-make-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-640207396894304009</id><published>2010-08-08T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:45:04.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TF4dI4qFHVI/AAAAAAAABJY/-Z_EDcY56k4/s1600/DSCF1416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TF4dI4qFHVI/AAAAAAAABJY/-Z_EDcY56k4/s400/DSCF1416.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read bestfriend's blog and i cried. Tears just roll down instantly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew life wasnt that easy for you. But you stayed strong despite all the things that happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At times i know you cant take it. and girl you've made it through the hard times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been together since primary school. Gone through the hardest time of all where both of us hates each other so much. But the memories we had make us learn to forgive and be reunited back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've more or less learn the true meaning of friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i've still got to learn more as we're getting older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it through the hard times through the 7 years and im sure there's more to come. Hopefully, this tume round if anything happens we'll be able to conquer it. Im sure that our friendship cost more than just a small arguments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that you have to know is that i love you very much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i will never trade this precious friendship with anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you bestfriend , Siti Jazyrah Bte Jami'at. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-640207396894304009?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/640207396894304009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=640207396894304009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/640207396894304009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/640207396894304009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-read-bestfriends-blog-and-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TF4dI4qFHVI/AAAAAAAABJY/-Z_EDcY56k4/s72-c/DSCF1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8184567575826529576</id><published>2010-08-07T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:18:35.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in your eyes.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFz-gtrOZRI/AAAAAAAABJI/hXxLgOuxRbE/s1600/IMG00229-20100806-1838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFz-gtrOZRI/AAAAAAAABJI/hXxLgOuxRbE/s400/IMG00229-20100806-1838.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFz-lPvIYVI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ZlePqVNfvQg/s1600/IMG00231-20100806-1909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFz-lPvIYVI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ZlePqVNfvQg/s400/IMG00231-20100806-1909.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Heyllooooo! My week was well spend with dearest school friends. :) haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday we decided to spend our time at the beach. So we visited ECP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY! before that we follow yamani return back the car. So he drive us to aljunied and we wait at the train station while he return the car. Driving with yamani was awesome. :) HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah. we stayed on till 8pm. It was just so awesome hanging out with these people. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah. im kind of lazy to blog right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll blog a proper one soon. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3322259727159255032-8184567575826529576?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8184567575826529576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8184567575826529576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8184567575826529576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8184567575826529576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/heyllooooo-my-week-was-well-spend-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFz-gtrOZRI/AAAAAAAABJI/hXxLgOuxRbE/s72-c/IMG00229-20100806-1838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3134694244571149832</id><published>2010-08-02T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:42:57.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering is optional.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain is inevitable'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFbekveY09I/AAAAAAAABJA/uGP3f5mPNWY/s1600/DSCF1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFbekveY09I/AAAAAAAABJA/uGP3f5mPNWY/s400/DSCF1391.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, she's the one that i can talk about anything under the hot sun. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 years of friendship and still counting. Though we've been through the rough times together. You're still the best sister. :) Now and days to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise myself, that one day i'll change to a better person. To the old sweet innocence me. I regret getting myself where i am now. Its all because of trying to erase the bad memories i've been through. I realize getting myself into a pool of mud while running away from the flood. (wtf am i saying?) It doesnt help at all. So as off now, i really am going to quit smoking. Stop all my nonsense. People around me, who loves me(if have). Help me through this process oke ? :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to reality:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, some embarrassing incident happened to me. Dearest Andrin, was very kind to break the secret i and the rest have been keeping. The secret that i actually have a crush on Fahmy. :) yeap.it was a silent crush that me and my cliques keep it for almost 6 months and just one day, Andrin let it loose. Thanks alot boss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;‎&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;though its few years ago, yet your departure still have an impact on me. you're always on my mind. even for a second.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3134694244571149832?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3134694244571149832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3134694244571149832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3134694244571149832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3134694244571149832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/pain-is-inevitable-suffering-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFbekveY09I/AAAAAAAABJA/uGP3f5mPNWY/s72-c/DSCF1391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8250176360088243652</id><published>2010-08-01T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:42:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFVmjJomwNI/AAAAAAAABI4/Z-gjWSWOL5E/s1600/DSCF1547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFVmjJomwNI/AAAAAAAABI4/Z-gjWSWOL5E/s400/DSCF1547.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been together since primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of all, they're the closest ones. And i love them to bits. *say awwwwww.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet up with them on saturday night. An awesome night. Eat,fireworks,slack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catching up sessions. And the Rev died already. please dont talk about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nanti terbatuk pulak mamat tu dalam kubur. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8250176360088243652?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8250176360088243652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8250176360088243652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8250176360088243652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8250176360088243652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/weve-been-together-since-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFVmjJomwNI/AAAAAAAABI4/Z-gjWSWOL5E/s72-c/DSCF1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5532815540860944419</id><published>2010-07-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:44:09.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFBNtCUxBhI/AAAAAAAABIw/rGILaksH3Bk/s1600/38106_429524387600_614837600_5237120_5790856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFBNtCUxBhI/AAAAAAAABIw/rGILaksH3Bk/s400/38106_429524387600_614837600_5237120_5790856_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;In this world full of hurt and pain,&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who would help me through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;To comfort me when Im sad,&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything just to make me glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world I need a Brave Knight,&lt;br /&gt;Who would never give up any fight.&lt;br /&gt;A knight who would dry away my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to overcome my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knight who loves me for who I am inside,&lt;br /&gt;With him there's nothing more I need to hide.&lt;br /&gt;A person who will still be standing strong,&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough everything has gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who is willing to give me more,&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can call my Knight In Shining Armor.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5532815540860944419?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5532815540860944419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5532815540860944419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5532815540860944419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5532815540860944419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-this-world-full-of-hurt-and-paini.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TFBNtCUxBhI/AAAAAAAABIw/rGILaksH3Bk/s72-c/38106_429524387600_614837600_5237120_5790856_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3083454714740993337</id><published>2010-07-20T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:59:14.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESD2Xsra_I/AAAAAAAABIo/a_OUvW06DG8/s1600/IMG00155-20100719-1320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESD2Xsra_I/AAAAAAAABIo/a_OUvW06DG8/s640/IMG00155-20100719-1320.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i watched a free movie on monday! not one but TWO! since it was cathay's 75th&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So me and ROS we enjoyed ourselves! we watch Eclipse first then Killers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Woo~hooooooooo!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohkay! now let me blog about the whole journey of my KL trip with my mom, mom's friend and sissy and her children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We depart from home at 3.30 pm, supposedly at 2 but my mom delay-delay.. Oke before i elaborate, i have some heartbreaking incident happened while i was waiting for a cab under the rain. I wasnt using any umbrella. Oke, basically is not about the rain or whatever shit. Its about a bunch of my EX-BOYRIEND'S FRIEND.(or maybe he doesnt have to be called ex-boyf, i dont think he deserve that) . While i was waiting for the cab under the rain, these bunch of his friends shouted from the opposite side of the road. Calling me ''POMPAN SIAL" "takmo step tak nampak la, step jambu"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WTF?! oke, i wasnt wrong for leaving Mohamed *****. Ive got my own reason and i think its reasonable enough. Yes, if you people dislike the way i broke up with him. Im sorry (why even im apologizing?) You people dont have the right to shout those words out! I really hold back my tears. But i played deaf. I pretend you people wasnt referring to me. But after awhile, i really cant take it. So i cried a little. You see, i dont hate you people. But now, i hate you people to the core!&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;Okay, enough of all the shits that almost ruin my whole trip!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We reached KL at about 10.30pm. My sissy parents and some of her siblings were there to fetch us from bukit jalil. We drove off from B.J with two cars.. I was in Abang udin's car. Hehe. so big and comfy! That was my first time meeting them actually, i've only seen my cousins from pictures. Abang udin was really good looking ah! except he was a little short. He looked like those negro man. I should have take a picture with him! :S he brought us rounding around KL before heading to their house! :) i lovveeeeee the night view man!&amp;nbsp; So abg udin talked alot and loudly in the car. HAHAHA! We reached home and it was raining heavily. My aunts live at Segambut. Its a huge house and the family owns like 5 cars, 5 bikes and 1 van. HAHA. Rich right? but the house doesnt seems like a rich one. HAHA. but big i tell you! And for the second time im repeating. I just meet them for the very first time and i feel like a stranger. Mom pulls my hand and introduce me to them one by one. HAHA. Like im a newcomer! Then i meet Man, he's 18 too. He initiates the first talk with me and i was like speechless. HAHA! seriously laaaa! malu siaa. He ask a question i answer a word. And he keeps on calling me kakak! its irritating yknow, when he is actually older then me! HMPHHH!&amp;nbsp;&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;Oke, second day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got up from sleep and i was freezing! I actually didnt get enough sleep cause it was fucking cold at night even when the fan is off! HAHA. they day started at 10 when everyone's awake and ready for breakfast. I was watching the tv and Man talks to me. Then aunty asked him buy the papers. He asked me along but i refused. I really doesnt want to go out. The sun is shining. But aunt insisted that i follow, and he said 'come la, its near only' So i went along. I hop on the bike and he rode off! HAHA. he was like ' kakak, you want to go for a ride before we head home?'&amp;nbsp; And i replied 'anything ah' He was like okee. he show me his old school, his sister's(kak su) condo, and we talk about school. He's in JC, and he majoring in MALAY! He wants to be a malay teacher tooo! omg! hahaha. Im like wow! but i didnt tell him i wanted to be a Malay teacher too. Then he send me home and he go buy something else. HEHE. i was damn happy laaa! :) then around noon, he drives me and sissy to town, see the shopping centers. When all board the car already, i open the door and sat behind. He then ask me to sit infront beside him, i refuses again. HAHA. i want actually, but malu laa. haha. Then drive off and bring us here and there. We visit a few shopping centers and end up meeting kak suria and her husband at maju junction for late late lunch. then we parted and Man drove us home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At home, abang udin was getting ready for his soccer training. Man too! but Man was kind enough as he wants to bring me for and afternoon ride on the bike. HAHAHAA. I refused again at first because i was tired. But heyyyy! he and my aunty keeps on bugging me to follow! haha. i feel so touched! HAHA, The whole family speaks boyan. Mostly the parents la. And my cousins tooooo! haha. COOL KAN!&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;I should just post about my departure from KL bus station on the third day! i was like almost crying. For a moment i feel so close with Man, and then we have to say goodbye. HAHA. sad right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last day, Man didnt drive. We took abang helmi's car and 3 cars convoyed to send us back to B.J. I was in the same car as Man. and we were joking around in the car. Like both of us is the loudest la. HAHA. Seriously ah. Like sad sia. HAHA. We reached BJ and mom bought the tickets already. So everyone salam each other and say goodbye. I keep on waving at Man,(using my nephew hand). So that it wont be obvious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, i miss him the most. I dont know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDZQJQFQI/AAAAAAAABHw/45e_OhqTOHk/s400/IMG00127-20100717-1248.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my sissy inside her Man's car. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDd0DdWcI/AAAAAAAABH4/chEYuyY8_Ic/s1600/IMG00135-20100717-1756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDd0DdWcI/AAAAAAAABH4/chEYuyY8_Ic/s400/IMG00135-20100717-1756.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDnNyvG6I/AAAAAAAABIQ/bQdmnq5A7tc/s1600/IMG00140-20100718-0833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDnNyvG6I/AAAAAAAABIQ/bQdmnq5A7tc/s400/IMG00140-20100718-0833.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I havent shower yet. Its early in the morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDrPm-iSI/AAAAAAAABIY/qlarWl_PSEY/s1600/IMG00149-20100718-0836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDrPm-iSI/AAAAAAAABIY/qlarWl_PSEY/s400/IMG00149-20100718-0836.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDiMLOEyI/AAAAAAAABIA/1v6f0Ky6g3I/s1600/IMG00138-20100717-2025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDiMLOEyI/AAAAAAAABIA/1v6f0Ky6g3I/s400/IMG00138-20100717-2025.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDmu_QLpI/AAAAAAAABII/KgRpDDV6n6A/s1600/IMG00146-20100718-0835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESDmu_QLpI/AAAAAAAABII/KgRpDDV6n6A/s320/IMG00146-20100718-0835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man's and Abang Udin's car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They kinda share car. But they have their own bikes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didnt take alot of pictures. My camera died on me before i even depart from spore. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3083454714740993337?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3083454714740993337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3083454714740993337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3083454714740993337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3083454714740993337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-watched-free-movie-on-monday-not-one.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TESD2Xsra_I/AAAAAAAABIo/a_OUvW06DG8/s72-c/IMG00155-20100719-1320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8255137224642297602</id><published>2010-07-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:40:30.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TEL1vJ3BWcI/AAAAAAAABHo/Wzhhk1eMLuQ/s1600/IMG00139-20100718-0833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TEL1vJ3BWcI/AAAAAAAABHo/Wzhhk1eMLuQ/s320/IMG00139-20100718-0833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im back from kl. i'll post a proper post tmr. :) imy people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-8255137224642297602?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8255137224642297602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8255137224642297602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8255137224642297602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8255137224642297602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-from-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TEL1vJ3BWcI/AAAAAAAABHo/Wzhhk1eMLuQ/s72-c/IMG00139-20100718-0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-129804546362591209</id><published>2010-07-15T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:58:53.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've officially stop smoking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to kl tmr. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-129804546362591209?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/129804546362591209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=129804546362591209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/129804546362591209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/129804546362591209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-officially-stop-smoking.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7656798537378916147</id><published>2010-07-14T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:48:22.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, if i blogged more than once. i just feel like typing what i think and feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they say&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ont get attached with NS mens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, so i stayed away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they say&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;dont make friends with guys of the same age or younger they'll hurt you, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and its true&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they say,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;mature man are not by their age&lt;/i&gt;, is by the way they&lt;b&gt; think and react&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7656798537378916147?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7656798537378916147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7656798537378916147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7656798537378916147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7656798537378916147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-if-i-blogged-more-than-once.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-1098020927973572666</id><published>2010-07-14T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:26:04.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I almost recover from a fall, and you make it worst.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyone have egos, its either you can take it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friends, are they really sincere being friends with me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I always reflect on this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, some are talking behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some even come and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They suddenly appear, and left without a word said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thankfully, i still have some true friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And of course both of my bestfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm grateful having them around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-1098020927973572666?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1098020927973572666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=1098020927973572666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1098020927973572666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1098020927973572666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-almost-recover-from-fall-and-you-make.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2394752727808529458</id><published>2010-07-13T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:02:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDvxzyTF43I/AAAAAAAABHg/yeHG2xvOZvI/s1600/23818_1397874596954_1534932033_31009817_5305331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDvxzyTF43I/AAAAAAAABHg/yeHG2xvOZvI/s320/23818_1397874596954_1534932033_31009817_5305331_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;zacky shirt mcm same dengan alas meja tu eh ?&lt;br /&gt;*hehehehehe, main-main je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holidays  are pretty much mundane. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been  spending most of my time at home. Its very saddening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be sleeping like a pig or i'll stare at  the computer screen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. if both  of my bestfriends are free. i'll go meet them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess i can throw away my phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been bugging people to watch eclipse with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and no one wants to watch with me. SO i guess i'll go watch alone this thursday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is more saddening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a boring life i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ade 'boyfriend' pon tak gune! ( and i hope he read this )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-2394752727808529458?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2394752727808529458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2394752727808529458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2394752727808529458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2394752727808529458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDvxzyTF43I/AAAAAAAABHg/yeHG2xvOZvI/s72-c/23818_1397874596954_1534932033_31009817_5305331_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7160816100597657358</id><published>2010-07-12T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:32:05.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you  appear just like a dream to me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDqGnjFNQII/AAAAAAAABHQ/rv3btkUXvU0/s1600/spain.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDqGnjFNQII/AAAAAAAABHQ/rv3btkUXvU0/s400/spain.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND THEY WERE CROWN THE CHAMPIONS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday i and bestfriend zyrah&amp;nbsp; went to city plaza to search for her D&amp;amp;D dress. SO yeah we had a hell loads of fun in trying her clothes in few shops before deciding to purchase. :) finally she found one simple yet elegant dress. a perfect one for her dinner. :) At city plaza there's a bunch of Indonesian who work here, were dancing away infront of city plaza with some banglas. you can see for yourself in the video. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn hilarious! these banglas are taking advantage, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f00d50351691016f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df00d50351691016f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331276606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A146DF58DAB2764C35930091549548C0A192734.42A35DB012E6D84C3BFDD056BAAA7BFBA2081E54%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df00d50351691016f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh7suQG1xkiIjOvB8BmNqZ2i1uYI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df00d50351691016f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331276606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A146DF58DAB2764C35930091549548C0A192734.42A35DB012E6D84C3BFDD056BAAA7BFBA2081E54%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df00d50351691016f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh7suQG1xkiIjOvB8BmNqZ2i1uYI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c4fdc4d41d4a5c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c4fdc4d41d4a5c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331276606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D0A69E1DEFF025EE7B898C6493589CFC560C44.50675A2644BFAD4E263EC763246481E251509CEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c4fdc4d41d4a5c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUb5YpL4LXOFqlvzZdI4Sb2zXaYk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c4fdc4d41d4a5c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331276606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D0A69E1DEFF025EE7B898C6493589CFC560C44.50675A2644BFAD4E263EC763246481E251509CEB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c4fdc4d41d4a5c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUb5YpL4LXOFqlvzZdI4Sb2zXaYk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wanto watch Eclipse. please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I dream of you again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;how sweet if that were the reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;its just another sweet dreams of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7160816100597657358?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7160816100597657358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7160816100597657358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7160816100597657358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7160816100597657358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-they-were-crown-champions-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDqGnjFNQII/AAAAAAAABHQ/rv3btkUXvU0/s72-c/spain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-2880893784788656862</id><published>2010-07-10T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:04:47.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don’t tempt me too far. My patience isn’t &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; perfect.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I've been away for awhile. So here i am on my own. Writing my life story. LOL. This past few days was cool for me. I love my holidays. I've visited the gym. I've seen the sunset. I've no money left. HAHA. yesyes. So yeah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I meet bestfriend for my breakfast. We ate at Mcdonalds. :) after eating we parted. I went to meet my coolest friend, Rose. We headed for the gym and to the swimming pool. Then after all the exercising we went to eat! we eat mee goreng and thosai! AHAH. we just burn calories. And we add more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the coolest day. I was otw to meet Zyrah bby. Then helmi bby called with a serious tone asked if i can meet him. So we meet. At the bustop while three of us were talking we suddenly saw RAJ! FINALLY like after 21345145435 months. That was so cool. After that Akmal meet us. Raj and akmal went off to play pool, we joined later. :) so called small reunion. HAHA. :)At the pool i think i saw one of my primary school friend. Long lost one. Hmm, i wasnt really quite sure. Ridzwan Masari to be exact. HAHA.i still remember his full name mannn! LOL , awesomenessssss~! I wanted to go up to him and ask if he was really ridzwan. but he left before i could ask. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. i dont really know what to blog actually. HAHA. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-2880893784788656862?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2880893784788656862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=2880893784788656862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2880893784788656862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/2880893784788656862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-tempt-me-too-far-wolf.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6122874464118139046</id><published>2010-07-08T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:55:46.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDVZQiZNDfI/AAAAAAAABHI/9i7MVRxt6Xk/s1600/IMG00591-20100606-1757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDVZQiZNDfI/AAAAAAAABHI/9i7MVRxt6Xk/s320/IMG00591-20100606-1757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss this bestfriend of mine. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6122874464118139046?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6122874464118139046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6122874464118139046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6122874464118139046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6122874464118139046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-this-bestfriend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TDVZQiZNDfI/AAAAAAAABHI/9i7MVRxt6Xk/s72-c/IMG00591-20100606-1757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4046970299689222380</id><published>2010-07-03T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:43:15.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TC4wC5rK1lI/AAAAAAAABG4/V07731rM-DU/s1600/IMG00029-20100702-1642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TC4wC5rK1lI/AAAAAAAABG4/V07731rM-DU/s400/IMG00029-20100702-1642.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TC4wF8vw-II/AAAAAAAABHA/TmnmCN1T_K0/s1600/IMG00023-20100702-1524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TC4wF8vw-II/AAAAAAAABHA/TmnmCN1T_K0/s320/IMG00023-20100702-1524.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saaaaap! it was unplanned that i meet bestfriend with his girlfriend. So as usual meet up at the usual place. Then make our way to Zam Zam. It was Mae first visit and glad that she love the food. She told me about Repoman enthusiastically. I wanted to watch but it M18. HAHA. It was raining pig and elephants outside so Mae decided we cab-ed to Iluma instead. So we run here, run there in the rain to find a cab. Been awhile i havent run in the heavy rain and shouting happily. Especially this helmi. HAHA. In the end we ran to the nearest bustop and wished we got a taxi. We saw a taxi for far and we're like &lt;b&gt;"eh taxi!! taxi!! cepat wave wave!!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* insert the hand flagging a cab motion &lt;/i&gt;* It was damn funny. people at the bustop look at me and helmi one kind. in their mind they probably say this "omg! who the hell are these two kids. acting like monkeys" HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Ilumi we hunt down for helmi's shirt cause he is freaking wet! haha. So then he bought a PINK shirt. member da suke pinkkk!. HAHA. Then we go to the arcade. play the casino game. Helmi and Mae thought me all this casino thingg! haha. Bad bad people. HAHA. fyi, Mae lost 1.6k at our very own casino in two straight days w/o sleeping. She didnt even realized that she's been in there for two days. HAHA Anws, i enjoyed the casino trip. HAHA. :) lets go again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-4046970299689222380?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4046970299689222380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4046970299689222380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4046970299689222380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4046970299689222380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/saaaaap-it-was-unplanned-that-i-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TC4wC5rK1lI/AAAAAAAABG4/V07731rM-DU/s72-c/IMG00029-20100702-1642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3382954840050034693</id><published>2010-06-29T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:24:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes,  it’s not your secret to tell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Yesterday before exams me and the rest were smoking outside. So myself and yamani went to buy drinks. On our way i saw loverboy making his way in the carpark. This time he ride his spark. KTM is resting. :) Loverboy came smiling widely. I told yamani. "He smiled!" Yamani replied loverboy smiled at him and not me cause yamani said hello. Then at the smoking pit. The guys keep disturbing me. dang!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;And i did my marking test. It was bad enough. But i hope i didnt screwed that bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Last night. I dream of loverboy for the first time. It was funny. Me and him was like talking! hey we're talking. :) but sadly. i cant really hear his voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3382954840050034693?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3382954840050034693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3382954840050034693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3382954840050034693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3382954840050034693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-loyalty-gets-in-way-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7392378447425400773</id><published>2010-06-28T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:38:08.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There was no way around it; I couldn’t resist him in anything.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"What? Are you speaking to me again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate people that i met online. I seriously do. Especially those who suddenly become my everyday routine. dang! Some random guy who added&amp;nbsp; me in FB and then Msn to text messages. Then talk to&amp;nbsp; me like everyday and after awhile they went silent. I mean its your right to text me or not. Well, i shouldnt make a big fuss out of it. I shall learn my lesson from here. I know my stand. If you dont want to be friends with me then fine, aku pon tak kesah. Im not like some possessive friend. Like no one else can be friends with you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHA. There's even people like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hakeem: Hi. you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: Mimyee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hakeem: Can i have your number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: No.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hakeem: Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: cause i dont want to give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hakeem: oke bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfqIVPrY4I/AAAAAAAABGA/sPr-ei-Tjig/s1600/34079_135568566468600_100000463719906_295134_667994_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfqIVPrY4I/AAAAAAAABGA/sPr-ei-Tjig/s640/34079_135568566468600_100000463719906_295134_667994_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wtf ? he then went silent after that. Typical online people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I rather now,&amp;nbsp; make friends with people i meet on the streets. Smile, say hello and walk away. :) I did that in school with some people i dont know. I even make friends with the security guard. :) Friendly kan ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can get close to someone like i've known them for years. Like this two boys from my class, I always saw Dennis and Zaheer sits alone at the corner of the class. and smokes alone. So one day. like a two weeks ago, I go up and sit beside them. Make friends, invite them for the smoking session. And now, we are like so fucking close. Like as if we've known for yearsssss.&amp;nbsp; Me and dennis (picture above) was named The Giant and The Dwarf. :) HAHA. we have the same thing in common. Beer bellies. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfsT4JD97I/AAAAAAAABGQ/WKCyM5Sk7xo/s1600/IMG00584-20100603-1356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfsT4JD97I/AAAAAAAABGQ/WKCyM5Sk7xo/s320/IMG00584-20100603-1356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfsKm4JyMI/AAAAAAAABGI/e7rWP-3t0jU/s1600/IMG00575-20100602-1043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfsKm4JyMI/AAAAAAAABGI/e7rWP-3t0jU/s320/IMG00575-20100602-1043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfuGD5iiZI/AAAAAAAABGg/x8JRO5dm0oI/s1600/Image020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfuGD5iiZI/AAAAAAAABGg/x8JRO5dm0oI/s400/Image020.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCft5gmOgKI/AAAAAAAABGY/F2xSFA04cFE/s1600/IMG00250-20100312-1543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCft5gmOgKI/AAAAAAAABGY/F2xSFA04cFE/s320/IMG00250-20100312-1543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I miss hanging out with bestfriend-Helmi. :) Oi. bila mau jalanjalan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! I forgot! orang tu kan sebok jalan ngan gf die. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7392378447425400773?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7392378447425400773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7392378447425400773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7392378447425400773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7392378447425400773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-are-you-speaking-to-me-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCfqIVPrY4I/AAAAAAAABGA/sPr-ei-Tjig/s72-c/34079_135568566468600_100000463719906_295134_667994_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7062683254733518794</id><published>2010-06-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:09:40.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed is calling me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCCvPQPGeGI/AAAAAAAABF4/5NidKJvnYZU/s1600/Image010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCCvPQPGeGI/AAAAAAAABF4/5NidKJvnYZU/s400/Image010.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCCvIHeGt3I/AAAAAAAABFo/Qy2cAUSMnGM/s1600/Image009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCCvIHeGt3I/AAAAAAAABFo/Qy2cAUSMnGM/s400/Image009.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCCvLV6cpsI/AAAAAAAABFw/q7daeQAa-X4/s1600/Image008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCCvLV6cpsI/AAAAAAAABFw/q7daeQAa-X4/s400/Image008.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello. readers(if i have any). Well, im going to at least blog a proper post now. Cause im like in the mood of blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week was AWW-some. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday, Went to RP to study with Zaheer and Fadillah. It was an oh-some day as we were like studying and laughing-out-loud. On that day zaheer showed his true colours. He wasnt that quite or goodie-goodie-goodboy like i thought he was. He's just like one of us. And yes, he really laugh-out-loud. :S hahaha. SO yeah. we studied, talked about some funny stuffs. *some inside jokes too. Then called it a day at 6. :) RP is a good place to study and eat. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, i meet Zyrah bestfriend with her mum. Accompanied her to purchased her mp3. Walked the whole AMKhub and finally found one. After that we parted since they going to gaincity. And im meeting my brother. We had siblings session. :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, i meet bestfriend again. we headed to cityplaza to survey for her D&amp;amp;D dress. When we reached cityplaza we meet alot of indonesian/serawakians/sabahians/whatever-ians. Damn! we doesnt want to be mistook as one of them so we bus-ed to ECP. At ECP we sat at the HUGE rock. It was windy. there are funny moments where bestfriend tried to light her ciggs and she cant. But after 30 minutes trying she finally did it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was the coolest day everrrrrr! &lt;br /&gt;There was a course for us at school. we sat at the very last row and laughing our ass off. aslam was talking to me about hotbabes. So i showed him one at my FB. he was like saying "adek saket" "barang baek" when he sees her pictures. I was like. SIAL ah kau. SO we were laughing here and there. Then Aslam showed Yamani one of the pics. After that he was like peeping on the phone aslam was holding. Very funny. Aslam then showed them(yamani&amp;amp;fadillah) the pictures and they was like *jaw drop*&amp;nbsp; Yamani who brought his laptop initiated that we use his laptop instead for better network and bigger pictures. HAHAHA. yeaaaa. So we did. AND we were laughing all the wayy! OMG! After all the pictures viewing. we were laughing about some stuffs like imagining something that i shouldnt type here. :S oke da. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bidding goodbye now. tired&amp;nbsp; to type already. HAHA. BYE PEEPS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7062683254733518794?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7062683254733518794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7062683254733518794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7062683254733518794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7062683254733518794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_22.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TCCvPQPGeGI/AAAAAAAABF4/5NidKJvnYZU/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6267073571908004121</id><published>2010-06-20T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:54:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBz0Z_d_LEI/AAAAAAAABFg/k8UzV8ikK3U/s1600/Image008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBz0Z_d_LEI/AAAAAAAABFg/k8UzV8ikK3U/s320/Image008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey. Im done with half of my exams notes. yes. exam is around the corner again. Its attacking me on the 28th june and 1st july. YAY! and then i have my holidays till 20th june. During my term break my cousins from Batam are coming to visit me! omg omg! im very excited. Im going to see my adorable niece and nephew. And my 3 small cousins. haha Their parents are coming toooooo! hahaha. oke. uber excited nowwww. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post abit about LB on my tumblr. haha. Its like a note for him. HAHAHA. oke. die. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke this is a bad post. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, im spending most of my time with my bestest-girl-bestfriend. Since my bestest-boy-bestfriend is busy with his babygirl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post a proper one another day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6267073571908004121?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6267073571908004121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6267073571908004121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6267073571908004121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6267073571908004121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBz0Z_d_LEI/AAAAAAAABFg/k8UzV8ikK3U/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6144547048168697033</id><published>2010-06-15T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:00:09.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBedeMHNbwI/AAAAAAAABFY/h51O8AhJ_6Y/s1600/Photo0146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBedeMHNbwI/AAAAAAAABFY/h51O8AhJ_6Y/s400/Photo0146.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be a strong girl who no longer shed her tears for some lame reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiling away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find myself strange.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be laughing my ass off and then smoking away like nobody business when im with my friends. For a moment all the troubles i use to think about were no where no where to be found in my head. amnesia attack for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;BUT when im all alone, in the dark. I will cry. cry like a baby. Im always crying about the past.&amp;nbsp; Im crying about my regrets. why why ? why am i always thinking about the past ? Its over and im done with it. I seriously do. But i dont know why am i always crying over the same thing ? sounds crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im over with the whole BGR thing. totally sucks man! i hate it so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why must it always end without a word said ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why must you treat me this way. At one point you treat me so nice that i almost fell for you.(which i didnt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that lasted just awhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you suddenly become my everyday routine. someone i look forward to when my cell phone rings. someone i always want to meet in my dreamland. But why ? why are you in a mute mode now ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, anything that happens. i dont really care much anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;used to this kind of shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference between life and school is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in school they give you lessons, then you'll go through test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in life you'll go through tests and then you will learn your lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6144547048168697033?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6144547048168697033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6144547048168697033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6144547048168697033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6144547048168697033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-be-strong-girl-who-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBedeMHNbwI/AAAAAAAABFY/h51O8AhJ_6Y/s72-c/Photo0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4245902764909629151</id><published>2010-06-14T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:12:43.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBUBts6wyKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yGl8-gTHljw/s1600/IMG00629-20100608-2222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBUBts6wyKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yGl8-gTHljw/s320/IMG00629-20100608-2222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST UMMI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her birthday falls on the 12th of june. Idky. On the day itself i forgot! Until in the bus while on the way home i remembered. and it half past 12midnight already! wtf ? I was like shit! SO today 13/06. i called daddy up to ask for some money. I said it was mum's birthday and i wanto buy cake. Fyi, in the whole family only me that can remember and celebrate everyone's birthday. :( I was the one who celebrates father's day. mother's day. whoever birthdays la. I will be like the calender reminding people who's birthday is next. I have a good memory yknow. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we bought mum a cake. :) and sang her&amp;nbsp; a birthday song. Though it was a day later. She also forget that its her birthday. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday tooo to a classmate of mine. Which falls on the same day as mum :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy 21st to you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-4245902764909629151?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4245902764909629151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4245902764909629151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4245902764909629151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4245902764909629151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-dearest-ummi-her.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TBUBts6wyKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yGl8-gTHljw/s72-c/IMG00629-20100608-2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3466445494870915240</id><published>2010-06-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:37:45.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Just got back from school and lepak with bestfriend. School was cool. :) hehe. I came like after the break and i sat in class doing nothing. :S Mimyee is an example of a good student. Come late still doesnt pay attention. Actually planned to go swimming with schmates but i dont like the weather. Its raining. So i skip that. Went back to Amk meet bestfriend. slacked at mama shop buy currypuffs and chrysanthemum tea. :) at two we headed to the clinic cause bestfriend need to get mc. and she's sick tooo. So while waiting for the doctor to arrive we slept at the clinic. hehe. WE SERIOUSLY DID!! Imagine la. we sleep like for half an hour. HAHA. COOOOOOL! :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i physco Dennis that he should bring his daddy's car tomorrow since its the last day of school. :) He said oke and he will go home and physco his dad to let him drive to school. SO yeaaaah. if he really could we'll go jalanjalan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you.&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/3322259727159255032-3466445494870915240?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3466445494870915240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3466445494870915240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3466445494870915240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3466445494870915240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3908897419902704456</id><published>2010-06-09T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:58:13.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TA-YQm_FbNI/AAAAAAAABE4/1zgQnHR0XaM/s1600/IMG00578-20100602-1827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TA-YQm_FbNI/AAAAAAAABE4/1zgQnHR0XaM/s400/IMG00578-20100602-1827.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holla. Back from thinking what i shall post. :)&amp;nbsp; I spend 2 meaningful day with dear bestfriend. :) On sunday, i meet up with bestfriend at around 3. We meet and greet. HAHA So dropped at tekka walked all the way to Mustafa. Along the way i bought some indian bangles. Its CHEAP!&amp;nbsp; Then walk again to bugis. Stroll around and eat at banquet. We had Deep Fried Cutlet. Both of us cannot finish the whole meal. Cause too much! haha. Then walk slowly all the way to cityhall. Walkwalk end up at esplanade. we sat and talked about HAFIZ. :) yay! Bestfriend ex-boyfriend, and soon to be boyfriend. Confusing ? haha. Nevermind. So yeah then off to Marina Square, to Everywhere an then end up at esplanade exchange. :) then HOME! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TA-YURKn1vI/AAAAAAAABFA/mj0_8beuOJQ/s1600/IMG00625-20100608-2221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TA-YURKn1vI/AAAAAAAABFA/mj0_8beuOJQ/s320/IMG00625-20100608-2221.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then today! I skipped school. :) since class was ta 3.30 and i was lazy. So meet bestfriend again! she skipped work or something like that. This time we walk like the whole orchard. From Far east all the way to Plaza Singapura! Wooo~hoo! Along the way we stopped at my old workplace. At ngee ann city. I was very happy to be there! i miss working laa. :) so greeted some of my ex-colleague. But i keep avoiding my Manager. HAHA, why ? cause, i quit without giving notice. HAHA. Oke then we visit Sephora! OMG! i was happy ttm! when i saw those make ups! eh cant wait ah wanto go join cosmoprof. Maybe joining with helmi girlfriend also. hehe. Got partner. :) cant wait to get my hands on those make up.Weeee~!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So then we happily walk all the way to plaza sing. On the way there, infront of the istana, about 3m infront of us, there's this HUGE tree suddenly collapsed until the street light breaks into half. actually not break laa. idk how to explain ah. But yeah. no one was badly injured except for one aunty she like laying down on the pavement. Cannot get up. :S maybe this is the lesson for skipping school. :S &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TA-YXMDz1LI/AAAAAAAABFI/aYqFH0wDjkU/s1600/IMG00586-20100604-1059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TA-YXMDz1LI/AAAAAAAABFI/aYqFH0wDjkU/s400/IMG00586-20100604-1059.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my result slip. :) hehe. Show off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3908897419902704456?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3908897419902704456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3908897419902704456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3908897419902704456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3908897419902704456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/holla.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TA-YQm_FbNI/AAAAAAAABE4/1zgQnHR0XaM/s72-c/IMG00578-20100602-1827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-8448236511180080784</id><published>2010-06-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:13:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like &lt;b&gt;running&lt;/b&gt; away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;To a&lt;i&gt; faraway place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;When there's just me,&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Where i can&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; and &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;shout&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;much &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as i want. &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/3322259727159255032-8448236511180080784?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8448236511180080784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=8448236511180080784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8448236511180080784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/8448236511180080784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-like-running-away.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-63616936040547792</id><published>2010-06-03T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:18:33.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAdx5eeS9hI/AAAAAAAABEw/z0Z5uXdUY_k/s1600/tumblr_l2icvjWYLJ1qzidboo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAdx5eeS9hI/AAAAAAAABEw/z0Z5uXdUY_k/s400/tumblr_l2icvjWYLJ1qzidboo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;This week, school was oh-some. I've gotten back my result for my previous 2 module. I got an A for my Accounts and B for Communication skills. Awesome right! I was shocked when i saw the result. I was expecting a C or D for my accounts cause i screw up somewhere! hehe but i guess i got it correct. :) \m/ I was so proud of myself for the first time in my life. Getting result for my module is wayy better than getting my O's. HAHA. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cant wait to go Sentosa with the babes and the dudes. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll post more another day. :) Bye for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-63616936040547792?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/63616936040547792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=63616936040547792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/63616936040547792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/63616936040547792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-week-school-was-oh-some.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAdx5eeS9hI/AAAAAAAABEw/z0Z5uXdUY_k/s72-c/tumblr_l2icvjWYLJ1qzidboo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-1364106123371353363</id><published>2010-05-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:06:41.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAEPVLwu-UI/AAAAAAAABEo/knhU0yKOQXw/s1600/22052010864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAEPVLwu-UI/AAAAAAAABEo/knhU0yKOQXw/s640/22052010864.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAEPOaB9nVI/AAAAAAAABEg/ibf2mITPotc/s1600/22052010848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAEPOaB9nVI/AAAAAAAABEg/ibf2mITPotc/s320/22052010848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAEPJGKaZiI/AAAAAAAABEY/yfxnSyW81RY/s1600/22052010847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAEPJGKaZiI/AAAAAAAABEY/yfxnSyW81RY/s320/22052010847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this bunch of idiotic budds. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We know each other from Primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool eh, the friendship can last this long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This crowd isnt the crowd i was closed to during my pri sch time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was much closer with bestfriend only and some EM3 students. &lt;br /&gt;But then, after we graduate and move on to secondary life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since then we got much closer, this is all due to the Hari Raya outing every year without miss.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Cikgu Lina's macaroni is our favourite every year. We never fail to visit her house. :) cause some boys just love nurul maideen. hahahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes Cikgu feels that&amp;nbsp; we didnt want to visit her but just to meet her sister. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 20% true actually. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This people are smokers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some are drinkers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fierce kape ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ape ni nak minom sampai mabok ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kan Haram tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minom Ice Mountain sudah laaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HALAL. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-1364106123371353363?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1364106123371353363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=1364106123371353363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1364106123371353363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1364106123371353363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-this-bunch-of-idiotic-budds.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/TAEPVLwu-UI/AAAAAAAABEo/knhU0yKOQXw/s72-c/22052010864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-5763017407327843316</id><published>2010-05-28T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:23:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You boys come and go as you like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-5763017407327843316?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5763017407327843316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=5763017407327843316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5763017407327843316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/5763017407327843316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-boys-come-and-go-as-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-4665978095601221307</id><published>2010-05-27T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:51:05.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was oh-some. I was high in class. Laughing my ass off alone and sleeping like a pig. :) Well, im pretty sure that this time round everyone will flunk their business studies. No one really paid attention to what the lecturer got to say. So yeah. Today was funny. Loverboy came, with a new hairstyle. LOL. I had some heart to heart talk with fadillah. It was oh-some. Friendship,boys, love. haha. common topics to talk about eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually kan, ive got nothing to blog about ah. I just feel like typing alot. thats why im here. :) So yeaaaah. i got paintball on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly kites, picnic by the beach, swimming. watch Letters to juliet. :) &lt;br /&gt;I want GILERA too!&lt;br /&gt;I saw a pink gilera when i was about to leave school jnow. OHMAN!&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):) &lt;br /&gt;18 PLEASE COME FASTER.&lt;br /&gt;AND YES. I WANTO GRADUATE FASTER AND BUY THE GILERA.&lt;br /&gt;but, i gg oversea to study. how ? later gilera karat. maybe i should buy after i finish my studies?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAAA! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-4665978095601221307?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4665978095601221307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=4665978095601221307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4665978095601221307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/4665978095601221307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-oh-some.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-3196290857142747853</id><published>2010-05-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:54:09.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, its been a while i havent post anything yeah. So here i am typing a post for you readers(if i have any). Recently, life was meaningful. -,- I get to know whats friendship is about. I spent a night with my old buddies. My primary schoolmates of course. That is the most meaningful saturday night i had. I've seen how much each of us grew. Though, we dont meet that often, we still catch up with latest trend. lol. did we ? We teased each other here and there. Smoke the hell out from the ciggs and sheesha. Smoking seems to be the new hobby eh ? Oke, So yeah. We snapped pictures after a long time. Thanks to Fi for the phone. Next time bring camera eh guys. But yeah, i was just a little upset to find out that Jo, Rei and Fi are drinkers. OMFG! Thanks ah Hayfiz, Irfan and Jazzy are not. :) So that night brought some memories back to life. That night taught me friendship is the only possession you had that is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my saturday, on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I attended kak nina's wedding. I was happy for her that she managed to end her single life with someone she was totally in love with. Yes, the wedding was simple yet it was happening as her bestbestfriends were there on her big day to share the happiness with her. At that point of time i was almost tearing to see how her bestbestfriends were so excited to see her up on the &lt;i&gt;pelamin&lt;/i&gt; on her wedding gown with her groom. Then, when she was about to leave to the grooms' place. Kak nor said she will wait for kak nina to come back then she will go home. Aww sweet eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then monday.&lt;br /&gt;Bonding session with Hannah,Carla,Surina. We watched The Last Song. Which i was dying to watch. I didnt knew them that long and i feel i've been with them for long. Wow! And suddenly, i miss my gfs. :( yes i do. I havent meet them for quite some time. I miss you girls so much. Do you even miss me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many babes and dudes in my life. They are so special that i feel i'll die without them. wtf ? Yeah, they are the one that stand by you when your boyf/girlf leaves or maybe dump you. They are your listening ears. Be there when you need a shoulder to cry on . They are the one who gave you advice, treat you nicely or badly sometimes. No matter what. Friends are like gold. You have to treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop about friendship for now, Lets move on to Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, whats the definition to it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;1.a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;profoundly&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;tender,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: #b5d5ff;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;person.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;attachment&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;affection,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;parent,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;child,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;sexual&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;toward&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;whom&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;felt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;person;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats yours ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen people crying for love. I did too. Some even say, &lt;i&gt;'if a man makes you shed a tear, he doesnt worth your while.' &lt;/i&gt;Is this true ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine asked,&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you have a boyfriend ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Used to.&lt;br /&gt;She: Why didnt you get a new one ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;She: or no one wants you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does single means that nobody wants me ? Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;It means, im taking my own sweet time to find the right one so that i dont make the same mistake like before. You get it ? God create everyone with a partner. No one will be left out. Sooner or later, you'll get the one that you'll trust your life with. And make everything worth while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-3196290857142747853?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3196290857142747853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=3196290857142747853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3196290857142747853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/3196290857142747853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-its-been-while-i-havent-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-1759800503271953692</id><published>2010-05-19T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:34:33.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You hate him for some sins he didnt commit. Your boyfriend was the evil one. I thought i could try to accept the fact that your bf was some kind soul. But no! after what happened on a day that i shant mention. i feel sad and sorry for you. i dont know why. That brother of mine didnt really bothers about what affair you had with your bf. All he wants was the truth. He never demands for you. He is a man that never fight over a girl. But hey, what did your bf did ? slapping his face with his own words. ' aku janji tak contact die lagi, tak bebual ngan die&amp;nbsp; bla bla bla'' in the end who betrayed his own words. I feel sad for my brother here. You may hate him for all you want. But girl face the fact that my brother here&amp;nbsp; is a mummy's boy who cant go far or maybe have to inform everything to his parents about his whereabouts. But he is a human too with a heart.. He&amp;nbsp; got feelings too. How would you feel if you own bestfriend stabs you from the back. I bet you have not gone through this before. if you had you would have known the pain. It kept me thinking up till today. If you could only be a little understanding. Throw your hate away. He may be someone you hate now, but later in the days to come you wouldnt know if you need his help. I know I dont have anyrights to say anything here. im just saying what i think,feel and hear. up to you later on to judge what i've just said. My brother was patient enough, he doesnt rush into having girlfriends. Yes, i've heard his complains and all.. But i am very much happy when he found someone who can understands his situation. He told her the truth about his status as a mummy's boy. She accept him as who he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried, but&amp;nbsp; there was no chance. Forget the past and learn to throw your hate. Hate doesnt get you anywhere better. You will be stuck there with some uneasy feelings.Chill chill apple laa baby. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-1759800503271953692?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1759800503271953692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=1759800503271953692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1759800503271953692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1759800503271953692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-hate-him-for-some-sins-he-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-7883981469870410870</id><published>2010-05-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:25:06.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had an oh-some day today. Some catch up session with&amp;nbsp; the 2 D's (  Doreen &amp;amp; Debbie )at the canteen while waiting for krystin's arrival  as she was eating outside school. So yeah we planned to enter class late  since the lecture is going to be boring. All come for attendance sake. I  bet everyone is going to flunk their Principle of Business Management (  PBM ). So as expected lecture was boring and only half&amp;nbsp; of the class  attended the lecture. Then none pay attention to what she's blabering  about. I totally hate it when she keeps on relating the lesson with  singtel or government job. Its not i got anything against it. It is just  very irritating. Seriously. So yeah. After school., went off with  Surina,Ain,Hannah,Yamani and Carla. We planned to slack at cityhall and  on the journey there. Our train stuck at redhill station. This part is  scary. We thought some engine breakdown or something cause the whole  train lights and aircon was off. And we joke around. The door wasnt  opened so we have our joking session and laugh out loud. We spent about  15 minutes in the train before the door was open. they didnt open all  the doors. They open some so that everyone can alight. Everyone was  curious of the sudden jam break and people went around asking what  happened. Then we heard at "casualties......" since in the train i was  like saying " somebody is trying to commit suicide by jumping at the mrt  track"&amp;nbsp; It was almost true when we saw, scdf,paramadics and police .  Then i saw someone on the stre4cher, His face were covered with blood  and I heard people saying that the casualty stomach was torn open or  something. OMG! I was in a state of shock. Train service was off for a  few minutes. While police are doing thier investigation. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S_K9mf5bE0I/AAAAAAAABEA/AsKykPaMlHA/s320/IMG00529-20100518-1207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S_K-0wr5H-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZdldoeACxKw/s1600/IMG00532-20100518-1210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S_K-0wr5H-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZdldoeACxKw/s320/IMG00532-20100518-1210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bubble tea session and funny moments before continuing the journey. :) It was an oh-some day overall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-7883981469870410870?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7883981469870410870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=7883981469870410870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7883981469870410870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/7883981469870410870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-oh-some-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S_K9Uo1hmvI/AAAAAAAABDQ/G9VjYXDIVIg/s72-c/IMG00521-20100518-1201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-1035828112583501730</id><published>2010-05-16T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:14:10.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-78k-wwDyI/AAAAAAAABDA/xAiit8XrW8s/s1600/21e5lvt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-78k-wwDyI/AAAAAAAABDA/xAiit8XrW8s/s400/21e5lvt.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-78ldxN3OI/AAAAAAAABDI/e2zedSy8ttc/s1600/6455_105786908175_750228175_2321329_7211628_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-78ldxN3OI/AAAAAAAABDI/e2zedSy8ttc/s400/6455_105786908175_750228175_2321329_7211628_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SERIGALA TERAKHIR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This movie was my favourite, not only there's my Vino. heh. Cause of the storyline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credit to UPI. The writer and the producer of the show. I envy her. I seriously do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a follower of her blog tooooo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oke i sound much like a stalker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thumbs up aja buat Serigala Terakhir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lima sahabat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mereka adalah Ale [Fathir Muchtar], Jarot [Vino G. Bastian], Lukman  [Dion Wiyoko], Sadat [Ali Syakieb], dan Jago [Dallas Pratama]. Ale  adalah sosok yang paling menonjol diantara mereka. Maka dia menjadi pemimpin antara mereka berlima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Persahabatan yang tergugat saat Jarot, membunuh lawannya Ale. Niatnya Jarot sih pingin nyelamatin sahabatnya dari lawan yang membawa pisau. Tanpa di sadari, lawannya Ale mati tertusuk pisaunya sendiri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang lain kabur dan Jarot di tinggal sendiri dalam keadaan tidak percaya. Sementara Jarot harus menjalani peritnya hidup sendiri di penjara, tiada seorang dari sahabatnya yang datang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keadaan bertambah kacau saat Jarot memutuskan bergabung dengan Naga hitam, membuatnya berseberangan dengan kelompok Ale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sambungannya, anda nonton aja sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-1035828112583501730?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1035828112583501730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=1035828112583501730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1035828112583501730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/1035828112583501730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/serigala-terakhir.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-78k-wwDyI/AAAAAAAABDA/xAiit8XrW8s/s72-c/21e5lvt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322259727159255032.post-6609521110421490526</id><published>2010-05-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:13:13.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-08_J4DZTI/AAAAAAAABCw/rokFdNXRa-I/s1600/Image040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-08_J4DZTI/AAAAAAAABCw/rokFdNXRa-I/s400/Image040.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&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;Oh-some day with my bestgirlfriend. Slack at her house before heading to kfc for latelate lunch.&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;I want to go kite flying. go picnic by the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awwww.&amp;nbsp;&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;Big boys who ride super 4/scrambler makes me go *gugugaga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;heh. just so Oh-some!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3322259727159255032-6609521110421490526?l=drunkenbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6609521110421490526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3322259727159255032&amp;postID=6609521110421490526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6609521110421490526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322259727159255032/posts/default/6609521110421490526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-some-day-with-my-bestgirlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>mimyee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04914983874010315168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdTDGBQ3HfM/S-08_J4DZTI/AAAAAAAABCw/rokFdNXRa-I/s72-c/Image040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
